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~𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫 // 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐔𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝟑~

"Mr. Norris do you mind me asking who I'm tutoring?" you questioned, resting your elbow on the table.

"Ah, yes, in fact, here he is now." Mr. Norris smiled, standing up and motioning over towards the boy entering the library.

You felt your eyes widen, watching as he made his way towards you.

"Y/N, this is Stanley Uris, Stanley this is Y/N, Y/L/N." Mr. Norris introduced the two of you, while you and Stan stared each other down.

"We uhh- We already know each other." Stan spoke up, clearing his voice awkwardly as his eyes never broke contact with yours.

"Oh! Well that's great then! Don't let me get in your learning now, I'll see you two on Monday." Mr. Norris clapped happily, before grabbing his bag and exiting the library, leaving you both alone.

"Should of known it was you Stan." you muttered, rolling your eyes as he sat down next to you.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He shot back, earning a mad glare pulling out his binder and a pencil.

"It means you're an ass hole noodle head." you fired back, earning a death glare from Stan as he set up his little space.

"Don't freaking call me that, you know I hate that nick name." Stan threatened, now turned in his seat to face you, his curly hair slightly in his face.

"You know you totally ruined my plans today, instead of seeing a movie with my friends, I'm stuck here in the library with you because I have to tutor you." You snapped, grabbing the practice quizzes giving them a quick look over.

"Well aren't I the fortunate one." He gave a slight smirk on his face, making you roll your eyes.

Here we go again, you thought to yourself.

"Do you like to be an asshole or is it just me? Like I'm genuinely curious. Do you think it makes people attracted to you?" you questioned with annoyance in your tone, making Stan snort and tap his pencil on the table.

"Depends, darling is it working now?" He'd grin, watching as your head snapped around to face him, mouth slightly agape.

Your eyes widened slightly as the word he used 'darling' in his cocky expression, an amused smile now on his lips.

You let out a huffing sound, your eyes narrowing at him before going back to the practice quizzes.

"I knew it." He'd chuckle, making your heart race faster, what was Stan doing to you?

"Knew what you doofus." You'd mutter, before moving a quiz over to him, grabbing the timer and setting it to fifteen minutes.

"That you have a thing for me, I guess you are attracted to assholes." He'd grin and smirk, before grabbing his pencil and start to write his practice quiz, as you started the timer.

"God you're so conceited, and blind, there's no way in the whole wide world I'm attracted to you, in fact, I despise you." You muttered, grabbing a few flashcards and writing down the historical terms on them.

What you didn't notice however was when you spoke, Stan stopped and listen, his posture slouching slightly, while his expression saddened, but of course he wouldn't let you see that.

Silence went over the two of you in the library, the only sound coming from the hallways whens someone would pass by.

The timer went off, and Stan handed over his quiz while you checked it over, you were impressed, he didn't do that bad at all, in fact, he did pretty well.

While you were grading his quiz, Stan couldn't help it but observe your features, the way your face scrunched up as you checked his quiz, or how your brows would furrow, or how your skin was perfectly flawless.

"Y/N." Stan whispered, his eyes not leaving you as you lifted your head up to face him.

"Uhmm." You raised an eyebrow at him, seeing as his leg was now bouncing up and down anxiously.

"Do you, uh, -fuck, what I'm trying to ask you is, - do you really despise me? Like I know I mess with you a lot and you mess with me, but I didn't do it to hurt you emotionally nor physically." Stan confessed, making your heart soften by his words.