BOWERS | {stanley uris X oc}

Day Sixty-Eight

"Richard! Wait!"

"Stop following me! I don't need an ass besting unless it's kinky!"

Now I know how weird this must seem but allow me to explain.

Richard Tozier thinks it funny to pester me about someone liking me but won't fucking tell me.  I know, a stupid reason to beat his ass.

That's exactly why I didn't plan on hurting him.

"Only in your dreams dickward!"

"Just every night!" He called back, not even turning back to look.

After about 3 more minutes of chasing through the school halls, I tackled him.

"Actually... This position has been in my dreams.." The ninth grader smirked, looking at the position we were now laying in.

Richie was on his back, me sat with one leg on either side of his waist and holding his hands above his head.

"Just fucking tell me Rich." I stated, glaring into his soul..... if he even had one.

"Tell you what?" He acted oblivious, even though I knew he knew what I wanted from him.

I thought for a split second.

What do all teenage boys want?

I leaned close to the boys ear and seductively whispered,

"Maybe if you tell me who, I'll do you a favor..."

His eyes widened and his cheeks tinted red.

Almost immediately, he said,

"Stanley."

My eyebrows scrunched in confusion as I pulled away from Richie.

I let go of his wrists, standing up and asking,

"Stanley? Uris? No way." I laughed, "he's to goody two shoes."

"I'm not kidding, Hazel. He's head over heels." Richie just kept on spilling Stans feelings.

"Yeah right." I laughed again and began go walk away.

Turning back I yelled "Also, get your hormones in check Rich, I'm not doing shit for you. But thanks for spilling!"

Then I walked to English.

Room 403, here comes Hazel Bowers!

Almost as soon as I sat down, Mr. Ramoli said, "Considering my lovely daughter was born yesterday at 10:34 am, I'm feeling generous. So for today's class I'm just going to let you guys chat while I pass back your quizzes from yesterday."

Immediately, I turned to the Jewish boy to my left.

"So I talked with your friend this morning." I smirked as his eyes got wide and he gulped, pulling the collar of his shirt, a habit I have noticed he does when he's nervous.

"Which one?" He asked, as if he didn't already know, I'm pretty sure the who school whitnessed me yelling at and chasing the Freshman throughout the school.

"Don't act dumb Stanley, I know you saw me chasing him." I smiled at him and said, "He told me something."

"Wha-what did he tell you?" He stuttered, getting visibly anxious.

I leaned closer to Stanley, whispering

"That my friend, is for me to know, and for you to find out some day in the future."  I kept a smile on my face this time as I pulled away, watching as the boys eyes showed confusion and his forehead wrinkled.

"Really Hazel?" Stan asked desperately, not wanting to be left wondering which details Richie had exposed.

All Hazel did in response was shrug and mumble a fake "sorry" before looking back forward.