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Friday

His eyes darted back and forth between the three objects of interest, Scott, Mrs. Martin and the clock slowly ticking to 2:30pm. He bit his lip at the anticipation of that Friday evening creeping up on him. The hum of Mrs.Martin droning about moles was muted in the back of his racing mind. He knew he would have to bite the bullet and say what he needed to say. But what exactly did he want to say? More importantly how would he say it? He started to tap his pen on the chemical stained lab table while his mind shuffled through hundreds of scenarios. He looked at the clock's second hand veering towards the last second of 2:29pm. Then all of a sudden the dreaded moment happened, when all the matter in his skull started to jump around and clang in its corners as the bell rung to signify school was out. He nearly slid and fell off his chair as he sprang off the lab stool, his feet landing with an audible thump. He anxiously glanced over at Scott from the corner of his eye. As he darted his eyes back to his bag, Stiles hastily shoved and crinkled smooth white sheets of chemistry notes into his frayed backpack. On the other hand, Scott behind him was taking his sweet time to carefully place each paper into his new expensive leather backpack. Stiles decided to take advantage of the situation and swung one strap of his backpack onto his shoulder and pivoted out towards the doorway. His feet tried to shuffle as quickly as possible across the white lab floor tiles, but three steps out, things turned to the worst. The best scenario he had thought've had now been thrown in the out the window.
"Hey, Stiles! Wait up!" His head whipped back in anxiety to look at Scott. A bead of sweat dribbled down his glossy forehead. "Dude why are you rushing?" Scotts eyebrows furrowed with deep concern, and his eyes glittered with his aggravating innocence. "Are you ok?" Scott slowly zipped the new bag he had gotten. "You've been acting a little weird these past days, well weirder than usual. Have you started taking aderall again?"
     "Nope, n-n-n-no aderall" Stiles stuttered  "and uh yes fine fine, I mean I'm fine heh." Stiles squeaked through a forced smile. Before Scott could reply, Stiles' head darted forward and he sprinted out the chemistry room, not caring his backpack was tumbling and slamming against the crowd of kids in the hallway. Once he reached the cool crisp air outside of the school entrance, he paused, leaned against the door next to the entrance, closed his eyes, tilted his head up to the wind and took a deep breath. He just knew he couldn't face Scott just yet, he needed more time.