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- School Spirit -
* Part 1 *

Summary: you go to your friend's football game at the rival school for support, you then meet Stanley Barber

Warnings: Language/ Cursing, drug usage

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"Let's go Oliver, you can do this!" I yell out, watching my best friend get put into the football game.

I'm usually not one for school spirit but it was Oliver's first game and I'd feel like a dick for missing it.

The sun begins setting as the cool night breeze greets my skin. I shiver slightly, pulling out my sweatshirt with our school's name on it.

I pull the hoodie over my cold body, feeling someone sit next to me.

I pull my hair out of the hoodie, turning to my right to see the mystery person.

Sitting next to me is a boy my age with curly brown hair and sunglasses resting on them.

"Stanley Barber." He greets, extending his hand out slightly.

I raise an eyebrow, shaking his hand, "Y/N L/N."

Stanley nods, his gaze falling on my sweatshirt,
"Eastburg High, huh ?" He teases.

I chuckle, "And I'm assuming you go to WestingHouse?"

Stan nods, pulling out a lighter, "weed?" He offers.

I look around, "Really? Right here in the open?"

Stan shakes his head, suddenly grabbing my hand and pulling me down the stairs.

I quickly scoop up my backpack, attempting to keep up with him.

He then leads me under the bleachers, letting go of my hand and resting his body against the fence.

"So, I see you're into school spirit?" He teases.

I stare at him with confusion until he points at my face.

A small blush appears on my face as I recall paining my school colors and Oliver's number on my face.

"Oh uh, not really-" I quickly defend, trying to wipe off the dry paint on my gray sweatshirt, causing even more of a mess.

"I just did it to support my friend I-"

Stanley then cuts me off, "no, it's cute don't worry."

"Oh.." I mumble as he hands me some of the rolled up weed.

I take it in between my fingers as Stan using his lighter to light it.

I look around, nervously inhaling.

I then exhale, making a face and handing it back to Stan.

"You don't like weed?" He asks while making a shocked face.

I shrug, "Not really my thing I guess.."

"So.. Do you like Bloodwitch?" I straighten up my posture a little bit, looking back at Stan, "Duh! Who doesn't?" I exclaim, a look of excitement taking over my face.

Stan grins, "Oh shit really? Finally someone!" He cheers, extending out his hand again.

I warily take it, giving him a confused look.

Stan chuckles, leading me off the field, "Wanna go to my house? I don't know we can hang... Listen to BloodWitch and Like-"

I cut Stan off, "Hell yeah! Lead the way kind sir." I tease, causing Stanley to nudge me.