Rubik's Cube

Chapter 1

Beep Beep. Beep Beep.

Fuck. Me.

Beep Beep. Beep Beep.

Fuck. You.

Beep Beep-

"Fine!" You jolt up quickly, reaching over for your alarm clock, only... You miss the button, successfully knocking it out of reach. Groaning, you threw yourself out of bed and picked up the clock.

"Y/N Y/L/N! Turn that goddamn thing off, or I'm going to come in and turn it off for you!"

You weren't exactly sure what that threat meant, but you figured when it came to your Father, it was better safe than sorry.

Finally turning the sound off, you sighed, throwing your head back.

Good morning Brownsville.

Alright, first order of business, get dressed. You liked getting dressed, it might, arguably, be the best part of your day.

Is that sad? You wondered. Could your life really be so dull that the part of your day that brought you the most joy was simply putting on clothes?

Maybe. Maybe not.

You decide to shrug it off for now. You really need to get out of your own head. You reach into your closet and decide on some mom jeans with a tee-shirt tucked in and some black combat boots. A simple, easy outfit. Plus it's stylish and it's comfortable. There's something about putting on a good outfit that just... makes you feel good about yourself. And hey, feeling good about yourself can be nice for a change!

Okay. School. School sucks, but... It's better than being in your crappy home (that doesn't have a heater or air conditioning) and it's better than being with your crappy Dad (Who doesn't give a shit about anything you say or do). So yeah, school's kind of an upgrade.

So here you are, walking to your locker, not knowing that your life is about to change forever. Is that dramatic? Who gives a fuck. Your life sucks, you're allowed to be dramatic. As you walk, you take note of the people around you. The kids around you were being kids for the most part. Some just talking, some having full on make out sessions.

Yup. That's high school.

Average, average, average. Wait... Hold on.

Somewhat interesting.You think to yourself.

Blinking, you see Stanley Barber (Your neighbor), Walking by with Sydney Novak (Also your neighbor, but not quite as close.) You've never seen them talking before. This is a new development. Stanley Barber is something else, that's for sure. He's so weird. But he's funny, and interesting, and smart, and maybe kinda cute-

"Oof-"

You collided with something. Someone.

"Shit a-are you okay?"

What the fuck?

You look up to see Stanley, standing over you. Just standing. Blinking.

You stared at him as well, trying not to blush. This might be the very first time he's actually looked at you. And he's really cu-

"Jesus Stan, I told you not to use that stupid cube in the halls!"

You looked over and saw Sydney, smacking him upside the head.

She looked down at you, "Are you okay?"

Get it together, Y/n. Snap out of it!

"Oh- Uh... Yeah, yeah, I'm fine..." You started to push yourself off the ground.

"Ow-" You heard Stanley mumble. (Sydney must have smacked him again) "Oh... Sorry! Here!" He scrambled to offer you his hand, but by that time you were already halfway off the ground.

After you stood, a few awkward moments went by before Sydney stepped between the two of you, smiling uncomfortably.

"We better get to class. So... We'll See ya' around..."

"Y/N."

"Y/N."

That happened in unison. Unison! With none other than Stanley Barber. You blushed. Stanley Barber knew your name?

Stanley coughed when he realized that both you and Sydney were practically staring bullets into him.

"Yeah well- We uh... We have a few classes together and-"

"We're neighbors!" You smiled.

"Right."

"Well anyway," Continued Sydney, "We gotta get to class. See ya around!"

Stanley gave you a small smile before being pulled away. So far away from you.

Whatever. Nothing new.

You stared at your peers, trying to make out their quiet muttering as they walked down the hall together.

"Huh." You said allowed. You wanted to be annoyed, but, you couldn't help but smile. Stanley Barber knew your name.

Looking at your watch, you realized it was way past the time you were meant to be in class. So you bent down to pick up your books. But while you were hanging out down there, you noticed something that was left behind.

Stanley's Rubik's cube.