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“Dumbass.”
“You like this dumbass,” he replies, flicking his tongue. “I have to ask, am I still your not-boyfriend or are we making this official?”
I scoff.
“Why so serious, Stan? You’re not asking me to marry you.”
Stanley rolls his eyes.
“Oh, fuck. I forgot the right in the car,” he announces sarcastically.
A giggle escapes from me.
“Shut up.”
“Shut me up,” he dares.
I wrinkle my nose.
“I dunno. You still have morning breath and I don’t know if I like you enough—” My voice trails off when Stanley starts tickling me. “No! Stop!” I exclaim, moving without control of what my body is doing.
“Fuck, Bree! Did you have to hit me in the eye?” Stanley complains, covering the right side of his face as he bows, groaning in pain.
“Shit, Stan, sorry,” I say quickly, wanting to see if I hurt him badly, but he doesn’t let me.
“Damn, I leave you alone for two minutes and you turn to violence?”
Luanna is watching us with a confused frown.
“It’s not what it looks like,” I mutter, returning my attention to Stanley, taking his hand off his face. The zone is red, and his eye is teary. “I’m sorry, babe.”
I kiss his cheekbone, closer to his eye.
“Now we have nicknames outside the room?” he quips.
I groan.
“You’re perfectly fine,” I notice bitterly. Looking at Luanna I point at Stanley. “Lu, officially meet Stanley McKinley, my personal pain in the ass. Stan, meet our chemistry genius.”
He offers her a smile with an eye closed.
“I’d look at you properly, but Bree just blinded me.”
“You’re fine,” I cut his drama off.
“I don’t know, Bree. You’re kinda blurry,” he mentions, and I catch his playful tone.
Luanna snickers, grabbing our attention, dragging us away from a possible banter.
“Now I get why you guys suck at chemistry. You absorbed it and it’s all around you.”
Stan and I exchange a strange glance. We didn’t even know each other until we spent a month taking the class. Maybe more. It wasn’t until the midterms when we started talking and in the most uncivilized way. However, I can tell that her comment is making an excuse for our lack of knowledge in the subject. At least in theoretical terms because it’s obvious that we’ve learned to read the one surrounding us.
“Right,” I mumble with sarcasm.
Stanley holds my hand.
“I’m going to go,” he announces, and I feel my chest tightening because I’m getting clingy and needy. I don’t want him to go. “But I’ll call you later, okay?”
