Peer Pressure [S.Barber]

[12] FUCK, MARRY, KILL

While the class took their test, Lana found herself struggling to focus. Having to sit right beside Stanley is hard considering the past events this week and yesterday night.

Lana doesn't even know what to feel anymore, and in truth, Stanley isn't so sure either. He's always liked Lana, but what happened with Sydney? He must still have some sort of feelings.

"Hey! Hey!" Stanley whispers over at Lana. She glances up at the curly headed boy. "I need to talk to you." He says.

She sighs, rolling her eyes. Mr. File loudly brings his magazine down. "Eyes on your tests." He warns. "No talking."

Stanley sighs, looking away from the girl. All of a sudden, Mr. File takes notice that Bradley was copying Dina's test.

"Hey." Mr. File stands above him. "How's it hanging?" He holds his hands in his pant pockets. "It's hanging." Bradley chuckles.

"And, Uh, how are you today, sir?" He asks. Mr. File takes his and Dina's exams away, checking if the answers were identical.

"Mm-hm." The man nods. "I didn't do anything wrong." Bradley comments. "You wanna try that again?" Mr. File raises his eyebrows.

"Well, you— you see, my—my ankle's been swollen. And these pain meds I'm on make it hard for me to focus, and I was—"

"Detention, after school, both of you." Mr. File cuts him short. "And you'll receive failing grades in this test."

"Seriously?" Sydney speaks up, causing the entire class to face her. "Excuse me?" Mr. File furrows his eyebrows.

"Dina's been studying this for weeks. Now Brad cheats off her, and she has to fail the test? I mean, that is such bullshit!" She slams et hands down on her desk.

"You can take that language straight to detention." Mr. File says angrily, pointing his index finger at her. She leans back in her chair, arms crossed.

"Anyone else?" He yells. Lana quickly stands up. "You're just too fucking ignorant to care that Dina, who studied so hard for this, doesn't deserve it." She comments.

"Oh, lovely. Detention for you, too. Who else shall I add to the list?" The teacher rolls his eyes.

Looking to Lana, Stanley bounces up from his seat. Mr. File eyes him curiously. Lana squints her eyes at him, unsure of what he was trying to do.

He pushes his binders off of his desk, causing a loud banging noise as it hits the floor. "Uh... m-motherfucker." He stammers.