Today | Stanley Barber X Reader

Part One

"Uh...." I stared dumbfounded at my teacher who stared impatiently at me. "I'm sorry what was the question again?" Brad snorts behind me with his friends, earning a quick glare from me.

"I asked what did I just say about The Pearl Harbor."

"Uh..." I couldn't speak, I was too busy drooling over my best friend Stanley. Disgusting, I know. I didn't know I zoned out for the past ten minutes, my fucking head in the clouds. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

She flared her nostrils at me, I swore I could see smoke blowing out of her ears. "Detention." Fuck you.

I hated this teacher the most out of all my years, you could yawn in class and she'll give you detention. I got it worse than everyone, this may seem like I'm being overdramatic but she's out to get me. I just know it.

The bell rang, signaling class was over and I grab my bags, walking out the door. I'm glad school's over with for today, even though I came after lunch. I don't care if I'm skipping detention, I just need to catch a break from the wicked witch of the west.

When I left the school's corridors I felt someone grab my hand, yanking me back into the school. Before I could yell every word in the book to whoever that grabbed me, I frozed.

Stan was standing in front of me with the biggest smile, making my heart melt. "Hey bunny, did you forget about the greatest person in existence?"

"Hey Stan." I said warmly. "Sorry I came late. I overslept."

He nods, unconvinced. "You were stoned weren't you?"

"Yeah...but I'm good now." I reassured. "Do you uh...wanna head back to your place? I got some more vinyls of Billy Joel, Lana Del Ray...."

"Sounds perfect." He purrs, sending me a wink. He's obviously joking but I can't help but to feel flustered, blushing like a madman. "I have some donuts at home if you want some. I've heard more than once that you've been craving for some donuts and decided to get you some."

This is why I love Stan, he's a sweet and always thinks about others instead of himself. "My prince." I kissed him on the cheek, knowing he just thinks I'm playing with him. When actually it was a real kiss, but I wanted to kiss his lips. He'll probably hate me if I do. "Now let's go. If I spend another second on hell's property I'll riot."

"That's my girl!" Him and I got into his dad's car, giggling like idiots for no reason.

At his house we were eating the donuts outside in the front yard, sprawled out on a blanket. "Does that cloud looks like a penis?" I said, pointing out to a cloud in the south.

He laughs deeply. "No, it looks like a bunny."

"Where the hell did you get a bunny from?"

"Young lady I should be asking you that!" He argues, stealing my donut. "You and your filthy mind."

I opened my mouth to speak, closing it a second later when he shot up. "I'm gonna go say hi to Syd!"

"You don't even have shoes on." He ignores me, his attention on Syd now. My stomach dropped at he sight, he's been drooling over her for as long as I could remember. I don't know why he tries, she doesn't even acknowledge him.

"Hey Syd!" He greets, standing by her. She says a small Hey in return. Oh god he's gonna make a fool of himself. I'm not trying to be mean, I just wish that he would make a fool out of himself for me. Not anyone else. "Oh, my leg fell asleep. One sec." I shook my head as he did a variety of stretches, what does he think he's doing? "Can I walk with you?" When she nod I saw Stan look back at me, flashing me an excited grin.

"You okay?" Syd asks once she saw that Stan was barefoot.

"Shoes, who needs them?" I facepalm myself yet laughing hysterically at his cockiness.

Syd didn't know what to do, realizing I was at Stan's house all alone, watching. "You wanna join us?" She asks, in hopes that I'll be the key to break the awkward tension even I could feel. I nodd, running to them.

"Uh...Bloodwitch am I right?"

She seemed taken aback from the question. "What?"

In order to save Stan from embarrassment I spoke up for him. "Our favorite band. They're amazing."

"That's a...terrible name for a band." She mutters. Have she never heard of Cannible Corpse or Blood On The Dance Floor? Now those are terrible band names, even their songs.

"Nah, perfect." Stan interjects. He takes big pride on being a Bloodwitch fan, especially because they're not well known. They have less than a thousand followers on Instagram.

"Bet that sound like shit." Syd says matter of factly.

I couldn't help but flinch, taking the blow. She never even listened to this band and she's already throwing shade at them. Kind of like Black Veil Brides, they used to dress in this unique eight styles goth rock look with face paint and people would HATE on them, and some admitted that once they actually listened to their music after judging a book by it's cover, they love their music. But Syd doesn't know what the band looks like. Or that the singer is a female. I can't be hard on her, she just seems clearly uninterested on the conversation. And her and I've never bumped heads, we actually get along sometimes.

"Well, I mean, I have-I have them on vinyl...limited edition...gatefold and stuff, if you wanna...come over, and we can listen sometime." It was so cute of how nervous he was, trying to impress her. However it didn't last long. I just hated him trying to flirt with someone that wasn't me. I wanted to desperately tell him how I feel, I wanted to be his girlfriend and call him my boyfriend. I blocked out Syd's response, hating that I'm being the green-eyed monster. "We can get high." That caught my attention, suppressing laughter. That was random.

"Yeah...maybe." I don't she's ever gotten high before.

I watch as Stan try to desperately tell her that she don't have too, sensing her discomfort. To me she just wasn't sure on what to say, not wanting to sound mean. "I mean, you don't have to. I was...I was just, you know...we, you know, we live so close, and we've never really hung out before." Stanley told her.

"I guess we haven't, but we should." Syd says quietly.

He smiled. "Cool-uh-let me know." He exclaims. "What a world we live in, Sydney."

Stan and I walked back to hus house, not saying a thing until I broke the silence. "What was that about? I thought my Stan was better than that."

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"You were a stuttering mess out there. I'm sorry but I'm giving you a zero. You really need to work on your game." I state, patting his back.

He scoffs. "What? I thought I did great out there. Do you think she'll like Bloodwitch?"

"Not sure."