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~𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫 // 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐔𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝟐~

You listened to your friends rant about the three boys, but you couldn't help but focus on one of them, Stanley Uris, the boy who you despised the most out of the entire school.

You had a past with Stanley Uris, you two didn't get along what so ever, whether it was him tripping you in the hallway, or sending spit balls into your hair, or simply just standing in your way and refusing to move, making you late to class.

But then you'd get your revenge sooner or later, whether it was shoving him 'accidentally' into a locker, or hitting him with soccer balls or throw dodge balls  in gym class; even if that wasn't the lesson of the day, or something as simple as calling him "noodle head" because his hair.

You two were basically at each other's eyes anytime you crossed paths, making it impossible to have a normal school life.

You felt yourself staring now, your mind told you to look away, that you were too obvious, but your heart said to keep looking, to take in his features, that is until his eyes locked with yours.

His happy laughing expression went and fell off his face, a serious, expression taking over as a smirk made his way along his lips, making you roll your eyes and breaks eye contact.

You hated how he had some sort of control over you and your emotions, it wasn't even like it was strong, he just had to give a smirk or a smile and you were done for.

"Are you done staring at bird boy now Y/N?" Natalie and Sophia tease, an amused smile on their faces as you sent them a glare.

"Oh shut it." you'd huff, before grabbing your tray and throwing out the food, as your friends followed behind you, doing the same before you all headed off to class.

Unaware that Stanley and his friends were only a few inches behind you.

It was unexpected but the day went quicker that what you thought, you wished you could just dig a hole and be in it and disappear, not wanting to have to be in this hell hole any longer than what I had to, but NO, you had to tutor someone who the teacher couldn't do it which it's their job but oh well.

Final bell rang so the end of the day came, unlike the other students were happily leaving the building, you were walking to the library where Mr. Norris was waiting for you.

"Y/N! Glad you made it." He'd smile and you gave him a fake one in return, as if saying 'I'd rather die than be here right now.'

"Before he gets here, I wanted to go over what you gonna do with them, what I think would be good for their learning style." Mr. Norris explained, pulling out a chair and sitting down, while you slowly pulled your out, and eventually sat down.

"Your gonna give him two practice quizzes, he'll have fifteen minutes for each quiz, I have the answers so you can check it, and then I'd like you to make some flashcards, that way he can quiz himself later then hopefully it will him retain information better." Mr. Norris explained, pulling out the supplies from his work bag, before spreading them out on the table.