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PROMPT: Random things Stu would say or do.

(PART 2)

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After the final bell, the crowded hallways of Woodsboro High were bursting with students buzzing about their weekend plans.

[Y/N] was rummaging through her locker, trying to locate her copy of To Kill a Mockingbird, buried under crumpled papers and random snack wrappers.

Just as she found it, she felt someone's looming presence beside her. She didn't need to look up to know who it was. Only one person would stand so close without any regard for her personal space.

Stu Macher.

"Hey, babe," he murmured in her ear, drawing out the last word with his signature smirk. She could practically hear it. He was leaning one arm against the locker beside hers, and with his height, he practically eclipsed her entire view.

[Y/N] rolled her eyes, refusing to give him the satisfaction of looking up. "What do you want, Macher?"

"Just seeing how my favorite girl's doing." He flashed her a lazy grin that somehow managed to look both charming and infuriating. "Miss me?"

"Miss you?" She scoffed, still focused on her locker. "You're like a bad rash. You keep showing up whether I want you to or not."

"Ouch." He clutched a hand over his heart, faking a look of pure devastation. "That hurt. I thought we were friends, [Y/N]."

"Friends don't follow you around like some oversized shadow," she shot back, shoving her books into her bag.

Stu grinned, undeterred. "You know you love it." He was practically purring, clearly relishing every second of this back-and-forth. "Besides, I brighten up your day. Admit it."

"Oh yeah, my day was totally in shambles before you showed up," she deadpanned, shutting her locker with more force than necessary.

He chuckled, unbothered, and slung an arm over her shoulder as they started walking down the hallway.

[Y/N] attempted to shrug him off, but he only tightened his grip, pulling her close as they maneuvered through the throng of students.

"Where are we headed?" he asked, as if he hadn't just ambushed her at her locker.

"We?" She raised an eyebrow. "I'm going to the library, you are not invited."

He gasped in mock horror. "The library? On a Friday afternoon? You're killing me, [Y/N]. You know there's a whole world outside of dusty old books, right?"

"Coming from the guy who's flunking English," she teased, giving him a sly smile.

Stu shrugged, unfazed. "Hey, we all have our strengths. Some people read books. I, for one, read people. A much more useful skill, if you ask me."

"Is that so?" she said, biting back a laugh. "Alright, Sherlock. Read me, then. What am I thinking right now?"

Stu narrowed his eyes, squinting at her like he was trying to solve some ancient mystery. "Hmm... you're thinking about how lucky you are to have me in your life. And how you can't wait to spend your entire weekend hanging out with me."