𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒, stan marsh

01

* ding ! *

[Y/N] PEERED HER EYES OPEN—
at the sound of her phone's notification going off. she pursed her lips– trying to decide whether to open that notification or continue with her class work.

deciding to choose the bad choice, she reached for her phone and turned it on, furrowing her brows when it was just a snapchat notification.

she didn't even use snapchat that much. and when she did, all she used it for was to take bad pictures of her friends.

"you better hurry and check that notification before the teacher comes to check on us again!!" one of her best friends, marjorine, whispered. her eyes nervously glanced to the teacher, who was busy helping another student.

[y/n] waved her off, letting out a small 'tch' at her friend's dumb fear of the teacher. what was the teacher going to do? send her out the class?

her eyes glared down at the small screen in her hand. she sighed, finally tapping on the notification.

a friend request had been sent to her. huh..

who dared to disturb her when she was actually locking in for one of her worst subjects? [y/n] clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes, clicking on the friend request icon.

she squinted her eyes, reading the persons username.

stanmarsh ..?!

her eyes snapped open and she nearly fell off her seat. she leaned against her chair harshly– catching the attention of her seat mates.

"what is it this time?" bebe huffed, fixing her curly hair for what seemed to be like the thousandth time.

[y/n] placed her hand over her mouth dramatically, staring at the two blondes with wide eyes.

"mango added me.." she whispered, "on snapchat..!!"

while marjorine seemed to understand the [h/c]–haired girl's panic, bebe's brows raised in confusion and she scrunched her nose, trying to remember who the code name was for.

"ohh–!" she snapped her finger with realization. "WAIT WHAT–?!"

[y/n] immediately hushed her and slumped deeper in her seat, messing with her hoodie strings. he knows her snapchat and who was she to add him back?!

she were basically unknown. well quite known for her mischievous behavior but other than that– if she asked the whole school if they knew who [y/n] [l/n] was, almost all would say no.

bebe squealed, shaking on [y/n]'s free arm that wasn't fiddling with the strings of her hoodie. "girl, this is your chance!"

[y/n] shook her head, turning off her phone, "he would never go for a girl like me.." she slumped deeper into her seat and placed her head on the table, closing her eyes.

"gee, i wish you had more confidence in yourself.. you're very pretty too, [n/n]!" marjorine frowned, patting her messed up hair.

"so what if he's a popular guy? the chances on bagging him is never a zero!" bebe joined in, nodding to herself proudly.

[y/n] glared at her pretty–yet–dumb friend, "that's easy for you to say. you're basically popular too, y'know that right?" her response made the blonde freeze in her spot. not that she was wrong– but because [y/n] was totally right.

"i'm only popular because of my kindness, okay? it's not my fault i just got that rizz." bebe batted her lashes and leaned back on her chair, smiling smugly.

[y/n] and marjorine sighed at the curly–haired blonde, choosing to ignore her snarky response.

"fine.. i'll add him back." she mumbled, lazily opening her phone.

marjorine smiled at her, small but enough, confidence. "you go girl!" she cheered, making the [h/c]ette chuckle.

upon seeing his friend request, her finger hovered over the accept button. what if stan was using her for a bet? what if this was a dare for him to add her?

before she could even decide for herself– someone's else fingers pressed on the accept button for her. at the familiar glittery pink nails, her head shot up and her mouth dropped open.

"oops. my hands slipped!" bebe giggled, going back to the class activity as if she didn't just do something that could cause [y/n]'s life to go wrong in many ways.

* [n/n]thefein accepted your friend request ! *