Inspired by “I Didn’t Change My Number” — Billie Eilish

You stormed out of the classroom first. Mikey followed you instantly, irritation flickering across his face. “Why are you ignoring me?” he asked. You didn’t answer. You kept walking down the hallway. He grabbed your wrist — not hard, but firm. “Hey. I’m talking to you.” You pulled your hand back and said sharply that you weren’t ignoring him — you were tired of him acting like you belonged to him.

That hit him. Hard. Mikey froze, blinking, thrown off by your tone. No one talked to him like that. He gave a humorless laugh. “So… that’s what this is? You’re pushing me away?” You rolled your eyes and told him you weren’t the one who changed — you just wanted space. Mikey looked at you like you’d stabbed him. “I didn’t change my number,” he murmured. “You could’ve talked to me.”

He wasn’t angry now. Just hurt. The kind of hurt he tries to hide behind a lazy smile. He stepped closer, shadows under his eyes. “You know I’m stupid with feelings,” he whispered. “I don’t know what to do unless you tell me.” You didn’t respond. So he added — softer than you’ve ever heard him: “I don’t want to lose you… even if you’re mad at me.” He looked like he meant every word. Like he’d wait for you to trust him again. Like he’d stand there all afternoon if it meant you’d just… not walk away.