Comfortable Silence - [Stanford Pines x Reader]

Chapter 8

(I'm not going to do the date/time thing anymore, sorry. The twins are 16 now, you're 15.)

Also, I drew the chapter art! Tell me what ya think!

Y.N'S P.O.V.

          I closed my locker, books in my arm. I ruffled my hair and waited for Ford to close his locker, and Stan was talking to a girl a little farther down the hall. I silently lean against my locker and stare at the floor. After a minute, Stan walked over and Ford closed his locker. Stan smiled. "Alright, guys! Ready to go!" He glanced at me. "Um, Y/N?" I looked at him. "Hmm?" "Are you okay?" I stretched my back. "Yeah, let's go." The twins walked ahead of me, talking as we walked to our last hour before lunch. Walking in the classroom, I sit behind Stan, and listen to their conversation. Stan is ragging on Ford about being a dork again, and the rest of the class is talking in their own groups. 

       My arms crossed on the desk, I'm zoning out on a floor tile. I stare for a few minutes until I hear my name. "Y'N!" I snapped my head up, to the face of my teacher, Mr. Hirsch. I stared at him until I realized that no-one else was in the class. Mr. Hirsch had worry in his brown eyes. "Miss L/N, are you alright? You've been acting a little odd lately. Did something happen? You've been staring at the same spot for an hour." I forced a smile, grabbing my things. "I'm alright, sir! Just have some things on my mind..." I shuffled to the door but Mr. Hirsch stopped me. "Y/N, come to me if you ever need anything, okay?" I nodded, "Yes sir. Will do.", and walked out.

          I found the twins outside, sitting against the wall where we always hung out during lunch. Stan sat with his right side against the wall, and Ford sat with his back to the wall, his knees drawn up. I silently slid down the wall in a sitting position next to Ford, drawing my knees up as well. They stopped talking almost immediately. I just stared off in front of me, feeling their confused stares. Stan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Y/N, what's been going on? You've been acting weird- well, weirder than usual- this past week." 

                "Ah well, just not been feeling well, is all."  I smiled, hoping he would buy it. He gazed at me for a second with a look that said, 'Are you sure?'. "I'm fine, really!" I said, opening my backpack and pulling out a notebook. I felt Ford and Stan exchange glances, and hesitantly continue their conversation, which was now extremely awkward. I opened my notebook to a clear page, and fished around in my bag for a pen. My fingers finally landed on a pen, and I pulled it out. This was not a pen. This was a knife. A very big knife. It was stained. With what, I had no clue. I quickly shoved it back into my bag, and looked to make sure no one saw it.  Shit. Stan was looking at me. 'Y/N? What was that?" He asked, Ford now looking at me too. "I swear, I have no idea where that came from. I have never seen that in my life."

              Ford looked worried and confused. "What? What is it?" I looked around and opened my bag a few inches for him to see. "This is not mine." He gasped a bit, looking around also. He loudly whispered, "Y/N! Why did you bring that here!? You know that if weapons are found on a student, it's permanent and immediate expulsion! Where did you get that? Why do you have a knife?!"  I put back my notebook and I zipped up my bag. "I don't know where I got it! I didn't bring it here! It's not mine!"

          Stan leaned in and spoke in a low voice. "It should be fine, I don't think there are bag checks anytime soon." Ford nodded, agreeing. "Yeah, they do mandatory bag checks once a month, and they did our grade last week. So you should be okay, Y/N." I hope it will be okay. I stand up and the Twins follow. "Do you think someone put this in my bag?" I asked. They thought for a minute, and Stan spoke up. "Nah, I can't think of anybody that would." Ford nodded at his statement. "No, I can't either. Do you know how long it was in your bag?" I thought back to all the times I opened it that day. The last time I opened it was after second period, which was two hours ago. So it must have happened in the last two hours. I told Ford. "Well," He said, "We can use the process of elimination to deduct who did this." We all agreed that was the best course of action. Stan leaned against the wall. "So, who was in your third period? I'm not, but Ford is. So it's you, Ford, and who else?" 

Ford's P.O.V.

       As Y/N and I finished naming our third-period classmates, the bell rang for our fifth period class to start. All three of us stood up and walked to our classroom. We sat nervously and didn't speak much. I was worried for Y/N, and I believe Stanley was, too. Y/N st with her fingers intertwined on the desk. Soon, our teacher, Mrs. Ariel, Arrived in class, solemnly placing her things on the table. "Hello, class. I have an important announcement. But before that, Y/N, you need to go to the office." Oh no. Y/N's eyes grew wide. Stanley's did, too. Y/N, taking her bag, stood up and left. 

Y/N's P.O.V.

     I walked down to the office, clutching my bag. Making my way to the door, I walked into the office lobby.    The woman at the desk looked up at me, but never turned her face away from the keyboard. I only saw her eyes for a moment, but her eyes had an odd hue. She pointed to a chair. "Wait there." I sat down and waited. A while later, the Principal walked into the office, motioning me to follow him back to his Office. There were two Police Officers standing on each side of his desk.  I sat down in the grey chair in front of him. He leaned back in his. "Y/N, do you know why you are here?" I held my bag in my lap. "No, sir." He motioned for one of the Officers to take my bag. He tore my bag from and dumped it out on the table. All of my papers, books, and pencils came out, along with the stained knife. The officer carefully put it into a plastic bag and sealed it, leaving.

       The other officer put my wrists in handcuffs. "You are under arrest for the stabbing and murder of Mr. Alex Hirsch, Tenth Grade Teacher at Glass Shard Beach High. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you." He said as he walked me out of the building and placed me in his car, pushing my head as to not hit it on the roof. "Wh-What?" I asked, in shock. The officer didn't say anything. I turned to look at the school, and saw what looked like my whole Grade outside the doors, watching. The Twins were at the front, staring at me. They looked so confused and shocked. I locked eyes with them as the car lurched forward. I finally noticed the yellow tape around the parking lot, and the ambulance. I watched as three paramedics loaded a stretcher onto the back of the ambulance. 

      

What The Hell?

         

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