10. Kickass Fights (Mileven & Max)

A/N: Hi babies! This is kind of long, and I struggled with the fighting scenes (both) bc girl is a lover not a fighter, but I loved the ending! This is for 'Jackaboyblu' who wanted a Mileven fight and Max and El kicking some ass. Again, the mean girls are my OCs from my story Took You Long Enough, and they'll probably pop out in more chapters. Enjoy! Btw, they're like 17 here.

Prompt: El gets picked on by the mean girls and Max helps her/ El and Mike have a big fight.

WARNINGS: Violence ahead (And Mileven fighting, so clutch your weak hearts).

"Why can't you just accept when I try to make nice things for you?!" Mike screamed at her.

"Well, I didn't know you wanted to give me a present! How was I supposed to know you—" She screamed back, the enclosed space of the car making their voices sound even louder.

"No!" Mike interrupted, brows furrowed in anger. "The thing is you don't trust me!"

"I do trust you, Michael!" She glared at him. "You were just acting shady and weird!"

"And you should've trusted me enough when I told you it was nothing!"

"Well, I'm sorry, alright?! I'm sorry for wanting to find out why you were canceling our plans!"

"And this has nothing to do with my project with Elisa?" He asked her, knowing damn well her response.

El glared at him darkly, nostrils flaring. "I don't want to talk about that."

"Well, I do." He frowned when she turned away from him, looking out the window. "Look at me, Eleven."

"Oh, so now it's Eleven?" She snapped, turning back to him.

"Oh my god," Mike groaned, dragging his hand down his face. "We're going to fight about that, too? You're being ridiculous!"

"Why can't we just forget about all of this?!" She asked him angrily.

"Because you don't want to admit you're wrong!" Mike told her exasperated, throwing an arm in the air and hitting the driver's headrest in the process. "You never want to be the one to back down, El, and that frustrates me to no end!"

"Why are you turning this on me?!"

"Because this is your fault!" He shouted in frustration. "If you had trusted me from the begging, you wouldn't have been snooping around my things and you wouldn't have blown my anniversary plans away! And also," he sat completely sideways on the backseat. "You wouldn't have risked my grades! Now, I have to find Elisa and try to make her let me in on the project again!"

"Well, then go find her! Go find Elisa, if that's what you're so worried about!" El barked at him, uncrossing her arms and tightening her hands against her thighs.

"What I'm worried about," Mike screamed. "Is you being so jealous of her! Haven't I proved myself to you enough?! That I love you with my entire being?! Why don't you trust me?!"

"Because I don't trust her! And this isn't about Elisa, this is about you not trusting me enough, too, to give me a valid reason as to why were you cancelling on me the whole week!" Her throat was raw and her eyes were beginning to sting with frustrated tears.

"What did you want me to tell you?! 'Sorry, El, I have to go pick up the tickets for the air balloon ride that I'm surprising you with for our anniversary, and I don't want you to find them, so I have to cancel our movie date'. You know how much of a bad liar I am! If I saw you I would have blabbed— don't cry!" He huffed annoyed, already feeling his anger wavering away as he watched her wipe her eyes hastily and sniffle.

Suddenly, she grabbed her backpack from under him, yanked it and threw the door of his car open.

"El! Eleven!" He yelled as she closed the door and walked towards the school. "Fuck!" He shouted, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palms and lying down on the backseat of his car in exasperation, sighing tiredly up at the ceiling as if God was watching down in pity.

El sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand, walking quickly towards the bathroom, thankful that school was over and only few people remained here. She knew she was being ridiculous. She did trust him; she trusted him with her life. And she knew he loved her, so much and enough to never even think of cheating on her. But her overthinking nature and his shady nerves had been grating on her the whole week. She knew she was overstepping when she had looked inside his locker, and she knew she had screwed up when she found the tickets, placing two and two together, thinking back to two weeks ago when he had asked her about the air balloon rides.

She specially knew she had fucked up, when in the middle of his rant about Elisa Brown not wanting to work with him anymore, she had blurted out that she found the tickets and that the Elisa thing was all her.

He was so angry, dragging her all the way to the back of his car and screaming his throat raw at her. They didn't fight a lot, but she knew Mike got worked up quickly, and all the tension she had been feeling fueled her to keep up with the fight.

Against her will, hot tears streamed down her face once she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She had been so suspicious and resentful with him; and now she ruined his surprise.

She choked on her saliva when the door opened with a bang and she quickly sprayed some water on her face to hide the wetness on it. Relief hit her when a familiar red headed girl bumped into her, reaching into the sink to wash her hands.

"Hey, weirdo." Max smiled.

"Hi." El murmured against her hands.

"Wait," Max's cold hands tugged hers from her eyes. "Are you crying?" A sob escaped from her and then Max had her arms full of El. "What's the matter, Ellie?"

She told Max everything, about her doubts, about Mike's avoidance, about Elisa and her stupid grabby hands, and about the tickets.

"It's going be okay, El." The redhead soothed her, rubbing gentle circles on her back.

"He hates me." El sobbed against her shoulder.

Max snorted. "Yeah, right. And the sky's black." She broke the hug and took El's face in her hands. "The day Mike Wheeler hates you, will be when the aliens come for us and decide to terminate the human race."

"Don't talk about aliens! Anything is possible." El whined, knowing that if Demogorgons and the Upside Down were real, aliens were probable, too.

"Okay, that was a terrible metaphor," Max laughed, smiling when she drew a chuckle from the brunette. "He loves you, El. He could never hate you."

"I know he does." El nodded, finally smiling as she sniffled.

"You two are so weird, Ellie—"

Both girls jumped when the door banged open, only this time there wasn't a friendly face on the other side.

"Well, well," Katherine Chandler smirked. "What do we have here?"

"What do you want?" Max huffed, rolling her eyes as El wiped her eyes discretely behind her.

"Looks like Janie was peeling some onions." Katherine smirked gleefully as she took in El's red rimmed eyes.

Daysi McNamara giggled evilly behind Katherine. "Looked at yourself in the mirror, El?"

"Fuck off." El snapped, not in the mood to play around.

"Listen, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, we're not really in the mood for your stupidness right now, so why don't you mind your own business, for once?" Max smiled without humor.

"You're not really in a position to make requests, are you Mayfield?" Katherine came closer. "You two still owe us one for the little stunt in Art Class."

"What's a little paint on you?" Max huffed, trying not to laugh as she remembered a shocked Katherine covered in red paint.

"Still think it's funny, don't you?" Katherine asked her rhetorically without a trace of humor. El's spine straightened up as she felt the air grow heavy and dangerous around them. "Well, guess what? Mrs. Sostini isn't here anymore."

She heard more than she saw the slap Katherine planted on Max. She heard a sharp breath be taken and she knew it came from Max as the shock of being slapped actually hit her. El stood gob-smacked for a second, not believing her eyes, as Max roughly pushed the taller girl away and sucker punched her in the face. Max was not the type to slap and pull hair; the redhead was more of a closed fist and knocking teeth kind.

"Shit!" Daysi cursed as she, too, stood there shell-shocked.

Eleven's senses returned to her when Katherine and Max began throwing hands at each other, and she saw red when Daysi launched herself at Max's back, pulling her hair and making her more vulnerable to Katherine's attack.

El darted forward, gripping Daysi's arm and flinging her away from Max, pulling her face away just in time to avoid Daysi's smack.

"You bitch." El gasped as Daysi's hand smacked against the sink instead.

She gripped Daysi's head and forced her down against the sink, hitting the shorter girl's forehead.

Daysi's nails sank in her wrists, dragging them against the soft skin and gathering bloody tissue under her nails.

El hissed and let go of the girl on instinct, but paid the price when Daysi delivered the first punch, catching her mouth and busting her lip in the process.

She remembered Hopper's thumb out advice as she fisted her hands, trying to remember every fighting move she had seen in movies to help her take down this girl.

She delivered a blow at Daysi's jaw, grunting at the unexpected pressure on her knuckles, and using her other hand, she gripped the other girl's hair again, holding her head back to punch her again.

Max was wrestling Katherine down to the floor, knowing she could take her down if she took the height advantage from her. She ignored her throbbing head and concentrated on hooking her leg on the other girl's knee, while Katherine pulled on her scalp and shook her head around.

Grunts and gasps echoed around them as skin slapping against skin mixed with the harsh insults the girls exchanged with each other.

Both Daysi and El winced when Max finally took Katherine down, hitting the taller girl's head against the floor and grunting as the air left her lungs.

Max began swinging fists left and right as Katherine attempted to throw the girl off of balance, bucking underneath her and hitting Max's back with her knees.

Daysi threw a measuring look in El's direction as both girls held each other by the hair, pulling until both had arched necks and strained eyes. Their harsh breathing mingled with the pained exclamations coming from the other girls, and El knew she had to stop Max before she did some serious damage on Katherine.

"You ready to let go of me?" Daysi asked her, testing the waters.

"You let go first." El gasped back.

"Both on count of three." Daysi rasped, wincing when El pulled again.

"One," El counted, throwing another look at Max's back as the redhead yelped in pain.

"Two," Daysi looked in concern as Katherine toppled Max from her, both girls laying on their sides now.

"Three." Both finished, letting go from each other with a sigh of relief, running towards the other girls.

"Max! Max, c'mon!" El gasped trying to drag her best friend away from Katherine.

"Kat, look at yourself! Stop!" Daysi cried, grabbing Katherine's tired arms and dragging her backwards.

El pulled harder when both girls began kicking each other, their legs the only parts that were in near range now.

"Stop, you sick fucker!" El yelled as Katherine began lunging from Daysi's arms.

"Let me go. Let me go, El." Max muttered lowly, tired as hell but still vibrating with anger.

"No!" El exclaimed, hissing when her tender wrists scrapped against Max's clothes as she tried to lift her up.

The door banged open behind her again, and she jumped with Max still in her arms.

"What the fuck is going on?!" Mike asked shocked, looking at the scene in front of him.

"Help me." She told him tiredly, still looking wearily at Katherine.

He leaned down and scooped Max in his arms, looking concerned at El. "What the fuck?!"

"I'm okay," she grunted as she lifted herself up. "I'm okay." She dusted herself off and winced as her body throbbed; she felt a little satisfaction when she saw Daysi's bruised forehead, and Katherine's pummeled ass sprawled tiredly on the floor.

"Don't come near us again." El threatened, pointing a finger at them.

"Come on." Mike snapped, holding Max with both arms.

She swooped down and draped Max's other arm around her shoulders, helping Mike to drag the redhead between them.

"What the hell was that?! I leave you alone for 10 minutes and I find you looking like you ran into Rocky!" Mike questioned, throwing concerned glances at his girlfriend and at his friend.

"Unfinished business." Max answered, looking sluggish but alive.

"Damnit, Max, you look worse."

"Not as much as Katherine!" Max laughed, but then groaned as the painful throbbing in her head intensified.

"I'm taking you home. Both of you." Mike informed them, searching his pocket for his car keys.

"No! Take me to Lucas'," Max pleaded as she leaned against his car. "Take me to Lucas'."

"Are you sure you want his parents to see you like this?" El asked her breathlessly as she opened the door for her.

"They've seen me worse," Max muttered. "But I'll just sneak into his room. Erica will help me." She nodded to herself.

"Alright, get in already." Mike told the redhead as he gently pushed her to lay on the backseat. He hissed when he saw her badly bruised knuckles, closing the door behind her feet. He turned to see El already looking at him, leaning against the passenger's door.

"You want to tell me what was that all about?" He requested softly, standing in front of her, not sure if their fight was forgotten.

"Like Max said," El sighed, leaning further on against the car. "Unfinished business."

He stayed quiet for a little bit, inspecting her bruises with weary eyes and crossed arms. "Trust me," She pleaded gently, using their argument to her advantage. His eyebrows raised in a pointed look, as if to say really? He came closer, looking deep into her eyes. "Like I trust you." She finished, and just like that he knew their fight was over.

His shoulders slumped with his sigh, shuffling closer to her, pressing her against his car and touching their foreheads together. "I'm sorry."

"No," El rubbed her thumbs on his cheeks. "I'm sorry."

His hands circled hers and he dropped his when she hissed. He grabbed her arm and his eyes widened as her jagged skin was revealed to his gaze.

"Motherfucker!" He gasped.

"It stings." El whispered, furrowing her brows as the result of the fight began to wear her down.

"I bet! It looks like she made ribbons on your skin!" Mike frowned, turning her hands around to inspect her better. "Let me clean you up, okay? Let's go to my house."

"Only if you get in the shower with me." She grinned.

"My mom's there, crazy." He laughed, grabbing her face and pulling her close to kiss her sloppily.

"Mmowww!" She groaned as her split lip burned from their kiss.

"Ow, sorry," he hissed concerned. "It hurts?"

"Yeah." She pouted.

"Here?" He fake-pouted with her.

"Yeah." She pouted harder, making him laugh.

A thump sounded next to them and they turned to see Max's sneakered foot bang against the window, calling for their attention. "Hey, lovebirds?" Her muffled voice said. "Hurry the fuck up, I'm dying here!"

"Sorry!" Mike yelped, letting go of El and running to the driver's side to start the car as El laughed and got in, relieved that the fighting (all of it) was over.

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