"𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘" STANLEY BARBER X READER

#𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗩𝗘

*When Sydney woke up seeing the two people she didn't want to see. She knew today wasn't going to be a good day.

And she was right.

So far classes were okay. But, this class. Oh, I wanted to die on the spot. You know why? Because the person siting next to me, is my sister. Sydney. We're taking a test, and not only that, Brad, Dina, and my boyfriend are in this class as well.

For some reason, Dina and Sydney have been kinda ignoring each other. It seems so awkward between them. Because of that, Dina barely talks to me. And it kinda sucks. Brad is just an asshole. Stanley? My boyfriend? I just love him. And his face almost got smashed my two fucking bowling balls. I mean, nothing serious. Totally fi-

Shit.
I'm drawing bowling balls.
On my test.

I quickly erased my stupid doodle, and try to focus on my test. But someone grabbed my attention. Stanley.

"Hey, hey!"

He was looking at Sydney, whispering. He looked at me, smiled. But then looked back at Sydney.

"I need to talk to you."

The teacher heard him, I wonder how? Looking at both of them, back and forth.

"Eyes on your test. No talking."

Stanley admittedly looked back at his test, making me smile at how cute he is.

Wow. I can think that, and not feel weird about it. Stanley Barber is my boyfriend, and he's adorable.

I smiled at myself, and answered a few questions. And doodling two jellyfish.

"Hey. How's it hangin'?"

"It's hangin'."

I guess Brad was looking at Dinas test. What an ass. I looked back at my test, not paying attention to that whole thing.

"Detention, after school, both of you. And you'll receive failing grades on this test."

Oh shit.

"Seriously?"

I look at Sydney, she's too focused on the teacher to see me trying to make her shut up. I even kick her leg. But she's still focused on the teacher.

"Dina has been studying this for weeks. Now Brad cheats off her, and she has to fail the test? I mean, that is such bullshit!"

"You can take that language straight to detention. ANYONE ELSE?"

It's quiet, until Stanley Stans up.
Ah shit. I shake my head, looking at him. He looks at me, and gives me a look. He throws his papers and books on the floor, making me want to laugh.

"Uh... m-motherfucker."

"Ok, fine. Detention for you, too, Mr. Barber."

Stanley looks at me again, giving me that same look as earlier.

SHIT.

"You know what, I'm done doing this shit. I'm so tired with this bullshit! Fuck this school system, and FUCK YOU!"

"Really now? Detention!"