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Part 8

The next day soon arrived, it was Friday which also meant the last school day of the week. I got ready for the day and started walking to school instead of taking the bus. I needed to clear my head.

I adjusted my ushanka on my head as I walked, trying to push down my feelings. I still felt a bit upset about how things left off yesterday. Sleeping did make me feel better.

I arrived at school earlier than usual, which was fine. I was able to take things easy. Sighing, I opened my locker and gathered everything I needed for the day.

I'd close my locker and see Stan enter the school, looking lost. I quickly made my way over to him, trying to hide the nervousness in my chest. "Hey," I said awkwardly, "you doing okay?"

For a fact, I knew that Stan wasn't doing okay, although I thought he would be fine after hanging out with Wendy. His eyes were red and puffy, making his eye bags more visible. It looks like he had been crying.

Stan looked to the side, I think he noticed me starting to get concerned about his appearance. "... Hey, I'm okay. What about you?"

"I'm...I'm alright," I say. The tension in my face was pretty visible.

"I want to talk to you about something serious," Stan said, taking a deep breath.

"I know, about yesterday at the barn. I'm sorry for running off like that. I was just scared that if we overstep the boundaries we made, it will ruin everything." I said, looking extremely exhausted.

I could tell that Stan was struggling with something, and I hated causing him any more trouble. "Uhm, no, that's... That's not what I wanted to talk about." Stan took a deep breath once again, steeling himself for what he was about to say. "I think I did something to upset Wendy."

Are you kidding me? I felt my blood boil, and I didn't know why once again. He didn't even accept my apology, whatever, I guess we will just leave what happened at the barn behind us.

"Why do you think you did something to upset Wendy? I thought you two had a nice time yesterday, says your story on Instagram." I end up saying, I sound like a jealous douchebag.

I felt a pang of guilt when I said that, I have no right to be jealous. Stan sighed and spoke "I don't know, everything was fine until I told her that I loved her and she didn't say it back. She was being distant all night and eventually got mad at me for asking if she still loved me or not."

"I'm sorry about that, dude. You should let her be for a day or two, give her some space and talk it out again another time." I said, feeling concerned and worried for Stan.

"Alright," Stan said, his voice cracking slightly.

"How about I come over this weekend? We can have a sleepover or something... To make you feel better. I promise I won't run off this time." I suggested.

"Yeah, that would be nice. It's been a while since you've last slept over and maybe we can take Max for a ride again?" Stan smiled in excitement.

I couldn't help but smile as well now. "Sure, let's do that." Suddenly, I felt a huge weight lift off of my chest and shoulders.

"Great! Anyway, what class do you have first today?" Stan asked, moving on to a different topic.

I glanced down at my schedule. "Math." I shrugged. "You?"

"Same. I don't know which monster thought giving us math first period was a great idea." Stan frowned.

I couldn't help but laugh at that. "Totally. Well, I guess we better head to class then." I said before walking towards our first-period class together.