Will glared at Mike, rage and pain warring all at once. "You're ruining the party!" He yelled. "No I'm not!" Mike yelled back, his brows knitting together. "Really?" Will scoffed, "The where's Dustin right now?" Silence. "Exactly. You don't know, and you don't even care—and clearly neither does he, and I don't blame him! You're ruining everything, and for what? So you can swap spit with some stupud girl?!" Will ranted, hands gesturing wildly through pouring rain. "El's not stupid!" Mike snapped. "It's not my fault you don't like girls!" Then he froze. "...Will-" He started, but Will sharply turned and grabbed his bike. "I'm leaving." Mike sputtered. "WILL!" He yelled, but the other boy biked away without looking back. "..Fuck."