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As any other first days of highschool, it is exhausting.
With the rushing to find your first class, especially when you haven’t learned the school map despite being at the school for 4 years; and your brother who actually knows the room by the teachers, left for some stupid nerdy extra class before school starts. 0 Period or something?
Doesn't matter! What matters is that you’re alone until the bell rings and that wouldn’t give you nearly enough time to wait for Stanford to come out of his class, find you, and then find your unknown first period class!
Stanley grumbles in his hand, rubbing his unshaven stubble growing in, and accidentally touching his ache bumps and wincing as he retreats his hand.
The morning is cold, despite it still being summertime. The crisp air with the light breeze tickles his cheeks and he pulls his hoodie up closer to his face. His nose is dusted a light red, making him look a bit silly like Rudolph.
I should actually go look at the stupid class sheet, so I can ATTEMPT to look for my room. geez why can’t they organize the classes better, it’s like a maze in here!
He wanders down the hall, bumping into people's shoulders who won’t move out of his way or just take up the space. Not caring to piss someone off, hell, maybe a fight would make the day more entertaining.
The walls were covered in teachers' attempts to create the first day nice, and the hallways felt smaller than they have ever been from the amount of population within its confinement. With everyone trying to escape the chilly morning, Stanley grumbled.
Being stopped by every teammate of his last couple of sports every few steps, Stanley took even longer to reach his destination, since he got distracted and would talk someone's ear off if he didn’t have a little demon on his shoulder named Stanford telling him they need to keep going.
Once his teammates finally left (Stanley stayed strong! He will never be the one to end a conversation!) He checked his watch and cussed to himself, (8:20), he still hasn’t found what or where his class was!
Every year they stick everyone’s first period class on the office windows and it’s a fight to even make it to the paper to see your name. Especially when there are practically millions for every student, you have to sit forever to find the tiny letters of your god given name then find the damn class!
Pointdexter was always better at this shit. He’s such a teacher's pet, I don’t know why he didn’t just ask the office lady what our classes were before the hoard of Freshman came and made it impossible to walk anywhere.
Unfortunately, Stanford parks at the back of the school since “No one parks here!”, but that means the main office is across the entire campus.
Stanley, who was still grumbling about his brother “ditching him” before school, stomped forward, only stopping to stare off into the distance at the XC students in their morning practices. They looked ridiculous, Stan thought.
In his wistful far away moment (Something that doesn’t come to Stanley often), a thin finger lightly taps him on the shoulder.
“Holy- Fuck!” Stan flies around to the perpetrator in pure surprise. Not meaning to scare them, just in such shock himself his only response was fight…. Left hooking the man behind him right under the chin….
“Oh Dangnabbit!” The man bends his back downwards in an unregistered response to being knocked teeth to teeth.
“Oh shit man I’m sorry, you scared the hell out of me.” Stan grabbed him by the skinny shoulder, covered in a country flannel, buttoned up to two, as a little shirt pokes through underneath.. Very opposite to Stan’s classic New Jersey outfit. His large hand engulfed the boney arm.
“It’s al’right, I should’a known” The man laughs, looking up to where Stanley could see his face, with a bit of blood dripping from his mouth. Stan couldn’t tell if he bit his lip or his gum busted open. Either way, Stan believes this takes the cake for the worst possible first impression on him.
“Augh. This sucks. Are you new? I don’t recognize you at all, I can lead you to the school nurse if you don’t say I caused it… I can’t get detention on the first day of school, my mother would kill me.” Stanley rambles on, trying his best to not get himself pulled by the ear if his mom got a detention notice on the first day back.
The country boy, who now finally is looking Stanley in the eyes, stares as he rambles with an entertained smile, his blood covering his teeth. Not at all bothered.
“Calm pal, no worries here. This ain’t nothing!” He laughs.
Stanley who finally shuts up once he talks, stares at him with an admirable glare. With his eyebrows furrowed and a smirk on his face, he can tell this guy is someone he could get along with.
“So err… What were you trying to say before I sucker punched you..” Stanley embarrassingly admitted while scratching the back of his neck, trying to keep his eyes anywhere but on the man's face, who wouldn’t break eye contact.
He laughs at Stanley’s embarrassment “I was just askin where I can find my class! Everyone I seem to ask is a freshman and no offense to those guys, but they’re dumber than a bag of rocks.”
Stanley laughs at his comment, knowing just how much he agrees to that. “I hear ya, here, i’m on my way there, just follow me.” He continues to walk down, now being tagged along by a skinny man taller than he is.
The temperature didn’t seem nearly as cold anymore…