Mike feels a chill run down his spine at the implications of Will's words,
immediately replaced by a white hot flash of anger. His jaw tenses as he
whips his head around to stare at Will. His mind is such a jumble of white
noise that it takes him a moment to even formulate a response and when he
does, it's delivered in an instant. "Sorry I'm judging your boyfriend who
is off with his douchey friends instead of here with you," Mike snaps, his
brow furrowed in frustration.
His stomach churns, hot and uncomfortable as he shifts to glare at Will.
"I'm sorry, I think it's ridiculous that he calls you every night and you
always look worse afterward. I'm sorry that Hawkins is such a shitshow
that you hate coming back here. I guess we're just not as cool or amazing
as your new friends are."
Mike snaps his mouth shut, closing his eyes before pulling out one of his
bloodless hands to rub over it. He let's out a deep sigh and sinks back
into his seat. He really could've done a lot better than to show exactly
what Will was pointing out. It's just been building inside him for the
last few days and besides, Will had been the one to draw first blood.
He fully expects Will to pull over and kick him out. "I didn't.. this
wasn't what I wanted," he says, his voice low as he moves to unbuckle his
seat belt. "I don't want to fight."
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Date: 2024-04-09 09:33 pm (UTC)Mike feels a chill run down his spine at the implications of Will's words, immediately replaced by a white hot flash of anger. His jaw tenses as he whips his head around to stare at Will. His mind is such a jumble of white noise that it takes him a moment to even formulate a response and when he does, it's delivered in an instant. "Sorry I'm judging your boyfriend who is off with his douchey friends instead of here with you," Mike snaps, his brow furrowed in frustration.
His stomach churns, hot and uncomfortable as he shifts to glare at Will. "I'm sorry, I think it's ridiculous that he calls you every night and you always look worse afterward. I'm sorry that Hawkins is such a shitshow that you hate coming back here. I guess we're just not as cool or amazing as your new friends are."
Mike snaps his mouth shut, closing his eyes before pulling out one of his bloodless hands to rub over it. He let's out a deep sigh and sinks back into his seat. He really could've done a lot better than to show exactly what Will was pointing out. It's just been building inside him for the last few days and besides, Will had been the one to draw first blood.
He fully expects Will to pull over and kick him out. "I didn't.. this wasn't what I wanted," he says, his voice low as he moves to unbuckle his seat belt. "I don't want to fight."