Really? // Stenbrough

Chapter 24

Stan's PoV

I waited outside of my apartment building for Bill. Today I decided to wear khakis shorts, like usual, with a pastel yellow shirt and my usual black converse. Bill pulled up at his normal time, and I got in.

He didn't say a single word and when I went to kiss him, he pulled away. He's mad and I was hurt. I didn't know what to say so I didn't say anything. We rode to school in silence. I followed behind Bill to our meeting place with the losers. Richie and Eddie were the only ones there so far.

"What is up with this negative energy?" Richie asked when we got to where they were standing. "It's really thick."

"Can I talk to you Bill?" I quietly asked.

"Whatever."

He walked past Richie and Eddie and I followed until we were out of earshot. He turned around to face me with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Bill.." I started but stopped. What am I suppose to say. I didn't intentionally try to hurt him.

"Spit it out. What do you want?" He asked sharply as he rolled his eyes.

What is his deal? He doesn't have to be so rude. I'm trying here.

"I'm sorry."

"For what? You've got to be more specific." He sounds so irritated and it was making me a bit mad.

"What's wrong Bill? I don't know what I did wrong! I only wanted to protect you. I didn't want you too see or hear anything with my father, I was just-"

Bill stopped me. He had slapped me. My hand flew up to my stinging cheek and I looked at him bewildered. I heard a collective of gasps from behind me and I turned to see all of the losers watching us.

I turned back to Bill and he looked shocked. Like he couldn't believe what he just did, I couldn't either.

"Stan I-"

"It's fine Bill." I said sadly. I turned around and began walking towards the school. 

I passed the losers who were all in shock, and I kept my head down as I walked to my locker. He hadn't slapped hard enough to leave a mark, but it still hurt, and I had Sophia cover up the bruises. I just can't believe he slapped me.

What did I do?

Bill's PoV

"What the hell was that Bill?" I heard Richie yell.

"I-don't-I Uh-I don't know. It-it just happened." I looked down at the hand I had just slapped Stan with. I hated my hand at the moment. But my hand isn't the one to blame. It's me.

The warning bell rang.

"Well you better figure it out." Richie said before he put his arm around Eddie and they walked towards the school, Ben and Bev following them. Ben threw me a sympathetic smile over his shoulder at me. God I wished Mike wasn't homeschooled, I could use his advice right now. But I know I'll have to figure whatever this is by myself.

But I know what it is. And I took it out on Stan.

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Lunch was horrible. Stan sat as far away as he possibly could from me and I don't blame him. I fucking slapped him. He didn't sit by me in first block either, he sat by Ben. I feel so bad. I tried talking to him but he won't look at me. It's killing me. He even got a ride home from Richie after school.

I just sat in my car, in the school parking lot, thinking. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Stan. It rang a couple times before he picked up. Phew, he picked up, I didn't think he would.