el played with the cord attached to her landline, "is she pretty?" 
 "hmm, y/n? yeah i would say she's pretty." nodding, max propped her chin on her palm while she bent down on the desk. 
 there was a moment where the two teenage girls didn't say anything. 
 "i have to go." 
 "wait- el, listen- hello?" max pulled the phone from her ear when she realized that she had been hung up on. she sighed & slammed the phone back down, crawling back into bed moments later. 
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mike panted, keeping his hand on her hip, sliding his thigh between her legs as she reached up & grabbed the back of his neck & tugged on his baby hairs. 
she whined when he pushed his knee up further, the friction making her insides feel tingly. "hmph... mike." she moaned, her other hand on his slim chest that was hidden behind his turquoise jacket.
"yeah?" he murmured against the girls' lips after a moment of smacking sounds, his hand slithering down her pants. "not now, not here." y/n pulled away him, eager to go back to his lips but she knew getting sexual in hawkins high's janitor closet isn't the best decision.
mike grabbed her jaw & deepened the kiss, "mphm... why not?"
pulling away from the intense makeout with a giggle, y/n fixed her hair, gazing up at the boy. "we're at school." 
"exactly, i'm skipping class for you," he grabbed her hips. "i never skip class. especially mrs. reids." 
the girl grinned & let out a playful scoff, "i forgot that you're a nerd." mike gave a fake offended look. "you were just smooching this nerd, though." 
humming, the h/c haired girl looked at mikes watch. "class is almost over, better get going." she grabbed her bag & reached for the door, but mike was quick to grab her wrist. "wait." 
turning around & looking up at him, she furrowed her brows, "what is it?" 
mike gulped & let his arms hang by his sides as he gazed at her. "i-i was hoping we could hold hands to your third period today?" 
internally cringing, y/n gripped the straps of her bag, "oh uhm- i wish we could but i-i have to go." she quickly opened the door to the janitors closet, walking down the hall.
"wait up!" mike called out, "i'll see you later?" 
"can't." 
"why not?" mike was now beside her. 
"because... i'm going to the movies with stacey tonight." she told him, walking faster. 
"but you hate the movies." the boy grabbed her shoulder & turned her around to face him.
she scowled, "since when?" 
mike shook his head, obviously becoming annoyed, "you told me the first night we hung out that you hate the movies. you said they're overpriced & the lines are too long." 
awe, that's sweet. he remembered. 
"you remember that?" she questioned.