A Player's First Choice // Stenbrough

088 / No

"We have plans?" "No." "Oh."

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We sit in our class before lunch. My heart starts to beat faster as I feel eyes land on me. I didn't see them look at me, I can feel it.

I glance over quickly. Stan tilts his head. He smiles as I look at him. "I uh...can I go to the restroom?" I whisper, the teacher nods.

I try to make it seem normal as I speed walk out. I begin to sniffle as my vision goes a little bit blurry.

"F-f-fuck...not n-now." I lock the door quickly, I pace the room running my fingers through my hair gently.

The tears start to flow faster. "N-N-Not now...please no." I whimper. "Bill? Are you in there? The doors locked. Let me in." "No." "Bill I swear to god let me in." He starts knocking on the door even more.

"Please leave me alone." "Bill I'm gonna bust the door down. Let me in." He goes silent.

The door unlocks.

"What the fuck man. You scared me." He tackles me in a hug, almost making the both of us fall.

"I don't wanna talk right now." I look away, he pulls me chin towards him. "Are...Are you crying?" I stay silent, staring back at him.

"Hey hey hey. It's okay." I didn't even realize the tears were falling faster. He wipes them away with his small thumbs.

I whimper loudly before resting my head into the crook of his neck. "What's wrong?" "N-Nothing." "It must be something if you're stuttering." His soft words calm me down slightly.

"It's time for lunch...c'mon." He whispers grabbing onto my hand, I stay in place. He tilts his head slightly. "Give me a sec." he nods kissing my cheek before walking away.

I really don't wanna go to lunch but I have to.

—lunch.

I catch Stan looking around the lunchroom. He catches my eye and smiles slightly.

Once grabbing my food I sit beside him. His hand pats my back gently, drawing lights shapes as I sit there. Richie and Eddie sit beside each other.

"Are you two back together?" "Yeah..." Eddie whispers leaning into the boy's side. "That was quick." I mutter picking at my food.

"Hi Bill." "Huh?" "Can we go to the quarry later?" I glance at Stan. His expression blank. "Cant. Have plans today." "Tomorrow?" "Sure." I shrug as he giggles while walking away.

"We have plans?" "No." "Oh."