Multifandom Imagines/Preferences

Troublemaker - Stanley Uris

Warning: Language, sexual references, and violence.

I walked down the hall, my fellow Losers in toe.
It was the last week of school before summer vacation, and I successfully avoided fighting anyone this year, or so I thought.
"Oh, look! It's the Losers Club!" I heard an awfully familiar girly voice said. Greta.
Satans spawn herself , the girl was pure evil, and she knew it.
She walked in front of all of us, a smirk plastered on her face.
Her pale skin covered in too much hot pink blush, tacky button earrings, hair in a ponytail, lipstick, skirt, ya know, the whole get up.
She blew a bubble and popped it with her teeth, making a loud click noise.
"What do you want Greta?" I asked irritated.
I noticed Stan tense behind me, and he reached up and grabbed my hand, something he always did.
Greta looked down at our hands and smiled, in an evil way.
"You and Jew boy, huh?" She asked sassily.
I didn't answer, I just tried to pull Stan and everyone else through the hallway, past Greta and her fellow bitches.
Greta stuck her foot out and tripped Stan, causing him a stumble slightly. I looked bad and glared at her, if looks could kill, well Greta could just drop dead.
"You know the only reason they hang out with you is cause they wanna get some, especially Rabbi boy."
That was it. She could make fun of me all she wanted, but she brought my friends into this, and she talked about how they all wanted to get in my pants, which wasn't true. Richie was my actual brother, and all the rest of them were like my family, except for my major crush on Stan.
I let go of Stans hand, turning angrily towards Greta, she didn't even have time to react before my fist had collided with her face.
She stumbled backwards, holding her nose, which was gushing blood.
Blood ran between my fingers, and coated my hands.
Greta recovered and walked back towards me, so I pushed her down.
I used my knees to hold down her arms, while I pounded her face in with each blow she received.
Her makeup was now ruined, mascara ran ins freaks down her face, her blush smeared around, along with her lipstick.
I got up, realizing she'd had enough.
I walked myself to the principals office, knowing I was going to be in huge trouble anyways.
The principal gave me warning: One more fight, and that's it, I'm expelled. I was gonna have detention next year, since our school didn't do the whole summer school thing.
Greta's parents had taken her to hospital for a broken nose, broken wrist, and for minor bruising.
I got all the homework I missed from my classes, and started towards my bike.
Stan was waiting there.
I put on my backpack and grabbed my bike, he followed my actions.
Stan was shy, so he was quiet a majority of the time, but his silence meant more than actual words sometimes.
I pearled down the street, Stan's bike next to mine.
"You didn't have to do that, you know." He said quietly.
"Yes I did, Greta deserved it, years of terrorizing everyone with her presence, I think it worked out." I said, glancing over to Stan.
"Yeah but she still could've hurt you worse." He said.
I had a cut lip, and a black eye, Greta had been persistent and fought back.
She had received much worse injuries from me.
I stopped my bike, and Stan did the same.
"I'll be okay, I've gotten in a lot of fights, I can handle myself." I said.
Stan hopped completely off his bike.
"What about that time Henry Bowers cut you up real good? What if that happens again? Huh? Ever think about how other people feel about you?" He asked angrily.
"But Greta isn't Henry Bowers, she's just Greta." I said.
"God, you don't get it do you?" He asked, I shook my head no. "The reason I care so much, is cause I love you, I have since we were like, 7." He finished, breathlessly.
Stanley Uris loved me, he fucking loved me.
I wasted no time getting off my bike and running over to Stan, who's fists were clenched, and his face was red, giving his lanky frame an ever more childish appearance.
I leaned up, since he was a head taller than me and kissed him.
He kissed me back.
"OH YEAH STAN THE MAN GETTING SOME! WITH MY SISTER?" I pulled away to see Richie and the rest of losers, with amusing looks on their faces. And Richie looked like he'd seen a ghost.