"𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘" STANLEY BARBER X READER

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"What do you mean you told Stanley Barber he could get groceries with us?!"

Sydney whisper yelled to me. I looked at Dina, then back at Sydney.
Ah, yes. Second to Last period , and I have a pissed off Sydney sitting next to me. The teacher let us have ten minutes of free time, which they don't do often. Got lucky, I guess?

"Hey! I still can't believe you told Dina, 'you know what' about Stanley Without my permission! And why didn't you guys eat lunch with me today?"

"We were, but then we saw you talking to him. So we thought we would watch you two being awkward. And, when were you going to tell me about Stan?"

"I was Dina. I really was going to tell you at lunch, but someone already beat me to it."

"Well at least I didn't invite Stan to get groceries with us!"

"Both if you! Calm down! Syd your getting a bit to loud. I think it's cute that Y/n invited Stan to go with you guys. Even though he's kinda weird, but whatever."

"Look I'm sorry Syd, I didn't think about what you had to say. I- well- kindatoldhimIwouldhangoutwithhimafterschool."

I said the last part quickly, but they obviously understand by their reaction.

"YOU DID WHAT?"

"Excuse me, you three! But don't ruin this for everyone now!"

"Sorry sir..."

Everyone looks at us making me sweat, and die a little inside. Soon everyone started talking again. All three of us sighed, then looked at each other.

"You're gonna be with Stanley on a Friday night?"

Dina gave me a smug smile, and Sydney gaged.

"Nothing like that is gonna happen! We're just probably gonna chill and watch movies. NOTHING else. You two have dirty minds, I swear."

I playfully said the last sentence. And they just laughed.

"Fine. He can get groceries with us, then I'm heading home after. You two can do whatever you crazy kids want to do."

I playfully hit Sydney, and stick out my tongue. Which made us all laugh.

And before we knew it, class ended.

*🅂🄺🄸🄿*

Me and Sydney were in Stanley's car. Mostly just looking out the window.

The whole time in gym, my arm was hurting. Badly. I accidentally hit my arm on the desk in last period, when I sat down. I wanted to cry so bad, but I couldn't. I can't let people see them, or even know about them. They would start to worry, call me crazy. And say I have no reason to do it. I just wanted to stop the memories overflowing me. Especially-Especially about dad...

Also, it smells like weed in here. Like dads car...

"Hey, do you guys see that... uh- that tower over there?"

"What about it?"
I look at the tower, it looks a thousand years old. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit. It just look old okay?

"It's been there since, uh... 1890- somethin'. Story goes that a hundred men died building it."

I look at it again,
"A hundred men?"