You and Mikayla were lost in the woods, unfortunately. You preferred being stuck with Willow than this chronically-online boy-obsessed asshole, but life hates you and wishes your downfall. She's not even focused on getting out—she's on her phone taking freaking selfies like she's the shit. Little does she know, she's not the shit, she's a piece of shit, big difference.

Mikayla couldn't tell the difference to save her life.

"...Can you use that phone to help us get back to civilization or are you just going to snap pictures of your ugly ass face?" You asked flatly.

"ExcUUUUUUUse me?!" She said, shifting her attention from her phone onto you, looking very offended right now, which was the intended reaction. "You're the ugly one! I dunno, maybe uglier than Willow, actually. Willow Byers couldn't get someone to be her boyfriend even if she payed them. And neither could you."

Typical Mikayla Wheeler—shifting the insults to Willow because she wasn't here to defend herself. Not that she would, anyway. That girl is a total doormat. Still way better than Mikayla, though.

Just as you were about to insult her back, she squealed, looking at her phone screen like she just won the lottery. "Shut up— no way! Lee texted me!" And there she goes, completely forgetting you and Willow's existence. Not that she needed to remember Willow' right now, as she wasn't here (sadly).