soft hearts. (s.u)

two.

"hey, y-y/n."
he smiled,
a red hue grazing his cheeks.
i turned my head from the front towards him,
sending him a small,
but quick,
smile.
"t-this seat was kinda reserved for richie."
he informed,
his hand finding its way to the back of his neck.
"oh! do i need to move?"
i asked with my voice just below a whisper.
"if you don't mind."
i nodded then stood up,
the blue chair that was once beneath me began scratching against the tile floor.
"y/n...did he tell you to move?"
the blonde headed girl adjacent to me asked,
her pink nail tapping against the wooden table with a grin.
my laugh was small,
but loud enough for everyone to understand the question was childish,
"honestly kimberly, why don't you mind your own business?"
"you didn't answer the question."
"since you're so involved, no. i'm not moving. are you satisfied?"
my smile grew petty as i sat in the seat behind the curly headed boy.
kim rolled her eyes,
returning back to her text book with mutters echoing throughout the class.
"ooh, hey hot stuff,"
the boy with thick glasses next to stan winked,
the back of his chair hitting the front of my desk.
"turn around, loser."
"mm. you'll warm up to me soon, sweet cheeks."
his grin only widened as he turned around to face the front.
"sorry about him, he's an idiot,"
stanley laughed as he laid an arm to my desk.
"mhm."
i nodded,
looking past him.
i knew that if i was seen talking to stanley uris,
the loser,
i would lose my trivial school title.
and as useless as it is,
that can't happen.
i was at the top of this schools hierarchy,
and i couldn't lose it now.
not for some boy,
even if i've hopelessly sought after him for three years.
"remember when you and i used to hang?"
stanley smiled,
referring to the middle grade years him and i were friends.
"i miss that y/n...this ones an ass."
he eyed me harshly,
soon turning around.
my teeth tugged on my bottom lip.
should i let such a useless school reputation ruin the one chance i might have with stan?
i began to ponder on the question,
wondering if maybe i could drop it all now and move on.
but then i realized,
i don't have a choice.
the moment i let my guard down is the moment everyone finds a way to taunt me.
and while i may deserve it,
i refuse to suffer from that sort of humiliation.