i'll be right back | s.macher x reader (completed)

chapter one

(y/n)'s pov

"stu?" i called out as i heard the front door open. "stu?" I hollered again.

slowly, I got up to make my way to the front door. only to feel a hand on my shoulder. 

"boo!"

"ahh!" i literally jumped, closing my eyes as my fist went flying towards the sound of the "boo."

"ah, shit," i open my eyes to see stu holding his nose.

"oh, god, stu! h-hold on, um, ice! you need ice! i'll be right back!" i said frantically as i run to get him ice. "oh! i'm so sorry, stu! you just scared me, is all. i'm sorry." i kept apologizing as i sat him down on the couch and placed the ice on his nose.

"don't worry, babe," he laughed while grabbing the ice in his right hand and pulling me into a hug with his left. "how are you doing?" he casually asks. 

"i'm ok. i was just watching some tv until you scared the absolute shit out of me." i gently hit his chest as he let out a laugh.

"i'm sorry, baby," he coos as he pulls off the ice pack and smothers my face with kisses. "hey, can i stay the night? i'm so tired right now," he leans on me.

"of course. my parents are never home and i get really lonely," i gently whispered as i played with the hem of his shirt. I looked up at him through my lashes to see him biting his lip. a smirk appears on his face.

"oh? do you need my company?" he softly asked me while pushing me down on the couch, towering above me.

"i don't know . . . but what i do know is," i stopped as i pushed stu, straddling him, "that i need to take a shower." quickly, i hopped off and made my way towards my bathroom. "and no! you can't join me!"

~~

i jumped out of the shower to see stu on my bed, waiting for me. i clutched my towel around my body and walked towards my dresser to grab some shorts and a random shirt that i probably stole from stu. i went back to the bathroom and quickly threw myself on my bed, cuddling close to stu.

"hey, princess," he kissed my nose. I smiled and pulled him so close. for some reason, i felt uneasy, like something bad was going to happen. stu looked down at me.

"what?" i asked, plopping my chin on his chest, looking up at him.

"i don't know. you seem off, you ok?" he asked, worry surrounding him.

"aww! that's so cute! i'm just being paranoid," i brushed off the feeling, letting stu fill all my senses, enjoying this moment.

~~

"wake up, stu. we have school, knucklehead." i joked and slammed my pillow on his face.

"ok, ok, i'm up, loser," he muttered as we both got ready like a cute couple. :)

once we finished getting ready, we grabbed some food from the kitchen and headed to his car.

the car ride was pretty quiet. just the music playing from the radio. I felt stu's hand slide onto my thigh. a smile danced onto my face as i just lived in the moment, once again, letting stu take over my senses.

"what the hell?" i muttered as I saw the front of the school littered with vans, cops, and news reporters. 

"holy shit!" stu rolled followed, slowing down the car to get a better view without crashing.

once we parked the car, we saw billy getting out of his car.

"billy!" i called, waving at him.

"hey (y/n). did you hear what happened?" i shook my head. "well, casey becker and steve orth were found hanged and gutted," he explained.

i felt sick to my stomach as billy explained the situation. stu reached for my hand as we walked into school. we met up with sidney and tatum (who hated me because stu didn't reciprocate her feelings) in the hall on our way to class. the whole walk to english drained me. probably because of the fact that i felt tatum's eyes burning a whole in the back of my head. 

"i'll see you after class, baby," stu muttered in my ear as he kissed me soflty. he pulls back, a stupidly large smile etched onto his face as he walked to his class.

the whole period felt off, i guess.

"(y/n), dear. they're asking for you now," he announced. I gathered my things and walked to the principal's office.

"hello, (y/n)," dewey smiled at me as i took a seat.

"hey, dewey," i replied, my voice filled with anxiety. even though tatum hates me, dewey and i were on good terms.

"where were you last night?" the officer next to dewey asked me.

"i was with my boyfriend. we just watched tv and then he spent the night. we never left the house."

"and your boyfriend's stuart macher, correct?" i nodded my head. 

~~ 

our group sat around that fountain, eating lunch. billy sat with sindey (who sat in his lap), tatum was next to sidney with a bag of grapes. i sat by stu on my right and randy on my left. 

"did they ask you if you knew casey?" sidney asked. tatum nodded her head as she popped a grape into her mouth.

"they didn't ask me. they just asked me what i did last night." 

"yeah, probably because you killed her," tatum muttered. even though it was quiet i could still hear her.

the others kept bickering when i suddenly felt sick. I immediately got up and ran towards the bathroom, leaving my bags and books behind.

"(y/n)!" i heard stu call out, but my brain was just focused on finding the bathroom. "(y/n)," i heard his again. he whispered softly as i kneeled down in a stall. 

"you can't be in here," i jokingly reprimanded as he held my hair back. without a second to process, i felt the vomit climb up my throat.

"ew," i muttered while wiping my mouth with toilet paper.

"hey, let's get you home. you don't seem well," he kissed my temple as he helped me up. stu walked me to the nurse's office and got me a slip to leave early.

"do you want food?" he asked. i shook my head. stu buckled me up and started to drive to my house, once again, we sat in silence, my eyes fell onto my chipped nails.