Today | Stanley Barber X Reader

Part Two

Later that evening we were in his room, which was the basement. Pizza boxes were scattered all over the floor and the smell was weed was in the air. "Hey, can you put your phone away for one second and let me finish my story!" I shout, annoyed. "Who are you texting anyway?"

"Syd, I'm telling her to listen to Bloodwitch." I rolled my eyes, putting a new vinyl on the record player. The 1975 was playing beautifully in my ears as I pranced to him. "I thought we were listening to Bloodwitch." He whines, sticking out his lower lip.

I giggled like crazy, pecking his nose. "We finished listening to it. And you said we could take turns."

"You're right." He sighs dramatically. "I guess I'll die listening to that Matt or Matty whatever his name is Healy guy sing."

"Yes! Heaven in your ears." I batted my eyelashes, crawling to the bed next to him. "I thought you loved Chocolate."

"I love Bloodwitch more." He pouts. "Hey, do you think I have a shot with Syd?"

I snorted. "You barely know her."

"I know but...I feel like I felt a twin flame."

"A twin flame? That's pretty extreme." I admit. "Not to be rude, I'm just looking out for you but don't you think you're getting a little over your head?"

He gave me come on look. "I think she's into me. I'm a fly guy."

"Don't." I shake my head. "Don't ever say that again. What makes you think she's into you? She seemed like she'd rather be somewhere else than to...I don't know."

His eyebrows furrowed with anger. "This is why I don't talk about this type of stuff with you!"

I blinked. "What are you talking about?"

"Everytime I say something like a girl's into me, or just hang with a girl as friends, you bring me down."

"I don't understand." But I clearly did. I didn't know what I was doing until now. I thought I was just speaking the truth when in reality, I didn't want to be left behind. I wanted him all to myself. I can't believe I've been that selfish. But he shouldn't make accusations. "I'm just trying to help you not get your hopes up. That has happened the past two times." It's true.

"But I like Syd-ALOT! She's...she's amazing." He says with awe, falling onto his bed like them love struck girls in those sappy romantic movies. "I...I feel something incredible with her. She's awesome."

"Hey, I thought I was awesome!" I growled.

Stanley just chuckles at my response, going back to being on his phone. Texting Syd I assume. I just sighed and put on Bloodwitch again, Fly playing. He smiled though, at me this time. I bit my lip and smiled back shyly.

The next day I raced out of the shower in only a towel, Stan slamming the bathroom door shut behind him. I always have to go first because I always take the longest. And I don't even wear a ton of makeup. It's probably because I have to blow dry my hair and straighten it. But I still take as long when I just put it in a bun without drying. I was dressed in blue jeans and The Beatles shirt, Stan getting out once I finished doing my hair. "Took you long enough."

"Sorry, had to make sure I smelled good." He winks. "You ready to go?"

I nod, grabbing my backpack. On the way down the road we saw Syd walking down the stree. He slowed down to a stop, me mumbling I'll get in the back for his sake. From there I watched as he awkwardly roll the window down, too slow for my liking. Syd and I gave him an odd look as he just smiled thought the slow antagonizing squeaks. We'll be dead by the time the window opens fully.

"Heading to school?" He asks. I raised an eyebrow, dumb question.

"Yeah..."

"Wanna ride?"

"Okay." She says, going to the passenger side. I shot her a smile as she got in, playing Fun Run on my phone.

"Can you believe that some people are already asking dates to homecoming?" He asks Syd.

My heart felt like it was torn in half as I discovered that he was hinting. "So stupid. It's so far away."

"Huh, yeah totally." He snorts. Stop, just please stop what you're doing. I can't bear to see this. "It's super far. Like...like a whole week." Just stop this Stanely. You're hinting to the wrong girl. I should be her.

I wiped my face, feeling myself tear up. Why am I like this? It's not like he's actually asking her. And she clearly show signs that she isn't interested. But she always seems distance from everyone, all except Dina. For the rest of the ride Stan ignored me, his eyes trained on Syd. I'm surprised he didn't wreck his dad's car.

Stan didn't even fully parked his car before I sprung out, practically running to my locker. I really need some help if I'm becoming so...not myself. I don't ever get this crazy over a guy, and out of all people, I've fallen for my best friend. My feelings could jeopardize our relationship.

I need someone to talk to this about. I could speak to Dina but I wouldn't dare. She's one of my good friends but we haven't talked in awhile.

"Hey, psycho crotch." The voice made me want to punch his throat. I turn to see Bradley Lewis with his arms around Dina.

"Brad stop. That's mean." She giggles, playfully punching him. I just wana vomit at the sight of them. "Hey Y/n."

"Hey Dina." I smiled, before shooting a glare to Brad. "And at least my crotch is psycho. Isn't that how the boys like 'em?"

"Possibly, if it didn't smell funky." He laughs like he said the world's funniest jokes. I really wish someone could give him a good blow to the head(I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself A.N).

"Go to hell." I sneered, turning my back on them to get my binders.

Stan was waiting for me at my locker, giving me a cocky grin. "Why did you bounce on me? You really hurt me, you know."

I leaned against the other locker, shrugging as if I didn't care. "Oh well. It's the way of life." A scream left my lips as he picked me up, throwing me over his shoulders. "What do you think you're doing! Put me down!"

"Not until you apologize to me." He yells.

"S-Stan I f-feel like I-I'm about to hurl!"

"Throw up on me. I don't care." Why does he do this to me?

"O-Okay, I'm sorry Stan. I love you and I  promise to never do it again."

He stops spinning me, my face on his behind. "Promise?"

"Promise."

He firmly sets me down, patting my head as if I was a little child. Until I shoved him against the locker. "PYSCH!"   People gave us weird looks as we ran down the hallways, me screaming bloody murder.