Really? // Stenbrough

Chapter 2

Bills PoV

"Over here Bill!"

I heard someone yell. I turned around and saw Eddie, Richie, Ben, Mike, and Beverly waving at me. They were motioning for me to come sit with them.

I quickly walked over to them with my tray. It was lunch time and I had grabbed a salad and an apple. I sat down next to Bev and she smiled at me.

"Hey everyone." I said.

"So, who's your roommate?" Richie asked.

"Stan."

"Uris? The one in our grade?" Mike asked.

I nodded. "The one who hates me."

"I don't think he hates you." Eddie spoke.

"Uh yeah he does. He is always glaring at me. And he barely spoke to me when he got here." I mumbled eating some salad.

"Well let's ask him. Here he comes." Richie was about to shout when I tried to stop him.

"Richie please don't.."

"Yo Stanley! Over here!" Richie yelled.

Stan jumped a little before he saw Richie. He hesitantly walked over. Richie scooted over and patted the seat for Stan. He surprisingly sat down.

"So, Stan. I have a question for you." Richie stated looking at Stan.

He glanced at Richie. "What."

"Is it true you hate Bill?"

"Richie." I hissed.

I looked at Stan. He looked at his food but he was blushing. I glared at Richie. This did not need to happen. Richie should've just shut his trap, but he never does.

"Well, do you?" Richie pressured.

We all waited for his answer. Oh god why am I so nervous.

"Yes." He mumbled.

For some reason I felt a pain in my chest. He actually hates me? My face paled and I looked down at my food. I suddenly lost my appetite. How am I supposed to survive this summer when my roommate hates me.

I suddenly realized the table was quite. I looked up and saw Eddie chewing out Richie and Stan just sitting there.

"Well, this has been a great lunch. But I'm gonna go." I stood up and walked away, leaving my tray there.

I heard a couple people call after me but I just kept walking. I had no idea where I was going. And I had no idea why I was walking away. I mean, Stan and I have barely ever talked so it's realistic he hates me. Ugh.

I hate this. I hate me. I hate people hating me. It doesn't make me feel good about myself. If he hates me, then there's something wrong with me.

I found myself at the lake so I sat down on the dock, hanging my feet over the edge. I just stared at the water.

I had been sitting there for awhile before I felt a presence behind me. I turned around to find Beverly. She sat down next to me.

"Hey." She said.

"Hi." I mumbled.

Why the hell am I so sad over this? I shouldn't be this sad. I shouldn't be sad at all.

"You ok?"

"I don't know. I shouldn't be sad over this because I barely know Stan, but it still hurts." I answered honestly.

"Is it because you like him? I mean more then a friend." She asked.

I gasped at her.

"I literally just told you I don't even know him. How could I like him?"

"You could still have a crush on him." She said shrugging. She is so calm about this.

But could I have a crush on Stan? I mean, I always am finding myself staring at him. He is pretty cute. I tend to find myself thinking about him. Do I?

But I can't. He hates me.

"Do you?" Bev asked again.

I hadn't realized I had spaced out to think about my feelings for Stan. Were they crush feeling or friend feelings.

I hesitantly nodded. "But it doesn't matter because he hates me. And you can't tell anyone anyways."

"I won't. I promise."

Fuck. I like Stan. The person who hates me. Ugh.

Stan's PoV (ohh fancy)

"Yes." I mumbled. I was looking at my food and my face was red.

"Well, this has been a great lunch. But I'm gonna go." I heard Bill say.

I looked up and saw him leaving the table. I left not long after, just going the opposite way. I hat left my tray and kind of wanted to go back and put it away but I did not want to see Bills friends. But that wasn't the case.

"Yo! Stan, Wait up!" I heard the voice of Richie call.

I didn't know why, but I stoped in my tracks. He caught up to me and I started walking again but now with him by my side.

"Why do you hate Bill?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes.

"I just do, ok?"

"Nope. You have to have a reason to hate someone. So what is your reason?" He pressured.

"I sure as hell am not gonna tell you."

"Well I'm not gonna leave you till you do."

Richie started whistling and he shoved his hands in his pocket. His whistling was annoying me.

"Can it Tozier." I snapped glaring at him.

He only whistles louder. I sighed.

"If you really wanna know, you better stop whistling."

He stopped, but I didn't say anything.

"I'm gonna start again if you don't explain why you hate my friend."

I stopped walking and so did Richie. I glanced around, making sure no one was in ear shot of us.

"I don't hate Bill ok."

His face clouded in confusion. "Then why did you say you do?"

I sighed. "You can't tell anyone."

"I won't. I promise."

I eyed him skeptically.

He rolled his eyes before speaking. "Even though I'm a trash mouth, I always keep my promises. So go on."

"I don't hate Bill. I like him."

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Spicy chapter am I right.

This book is supposed to be a somewhat face paced book so.