Eighteen

Recap:I shoved them all out of the way to see what was the matter;On my locker in sharpie were the following:(Normal):'Slut''You should kill yourself''Bitch''Whore''You are disgusting' 'Die''Nobody likes you''You're a waste of space'My vision went red.EL. FUCKING. HOPPER."Y/n..." Mike's voice seemed distant beside me. The rage was building up. I raised my fist and picked the locker hard. Very hard. When I looked at the locker a gain, there was a big dent where I had punched it and my knuckles were bloody."Y/n are you okay?" Will asked me."Fine. I'm fine." I muttered under my breath.I opened my locker and got my stuff out. I walked past the boys and straight home.My mom asked me all the questions when I got in. I didn't even nod. I went straight to my room.

The rest of the week was terrible. El was continuously trying— and succeeding— on making my life a living hell.

On Friday afternoon I decided that I needed to talk to someone because ever since Wednesday I had been shutting everyone out. I walked to my desk and found Max's number. I stared her name that she had scribbled down on the small slip of paper for a moment before running downstairs and handing it to my mom.She looked at it confused."Max...? Is Max a friend of yours?" She asked uncertainly, I nodded. "Do you want to invite her— Max is a her right?" I nodded again. "Ok. Do you.. want me to invite her over for a sleepover?"For a third time I nodded."Ok I'll call." My mom told me before she picked up the phone and started dialed the number.

Max POVI was reading a Wonder Woman comic when my phone started ringing.Ring! Ring! I got out of bed and picked up the phone."Hello?" I said."Umm, hello. Is this Max?" The woman in the other end asked."That depends on who's asking." I replied."I'm y/n's mom." The woman told me."Oh, hi! Yeah, I'm Max." I was hoping that I'd get that call."So y/n was wondering if you would like to come over to our house to have a sleepover tonight...?"Wait seriously?!"Yeah that sounds great!" I say into the receiver trying to slightly conceal my excitement, "What's your address? And when should I be there?""Ok so our address is (your address) (a/n: pretend that your street is in Hawkins for this), and whenever is good for us." Y/n's mom told me as I wrote it down."Okay great! I'll see you guys soon!" I hang up.After a little bit of jumping around I packed up an overnight bag.I think I know where her street is...I grabbed my skateboard and started skating to y/n's house.

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So I hope everyone had a good day today,, or sleep if you just woke up or something :)Stay safe, wash yo hans, drink water,, and stay cool my dudes.—Trina