worst enemy? something like that. | stan ◯ craig
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Fuck no. If Stan wasn’t already pissed off enough that he had to participate in this shitty class discussion like he was in some kind of group therapy, the fact that the douche bag who got them all there was staring him down-- he was sure pissed off now.
Stan had been generally disoriented during the conversation, tapping his finger and doodling swirls on his math homework that was due next period. He should really work on that. But, when Craig decided to for once play along with the teacher’s questions, he focused his gaze on the other raven haired boy. Of course, he had to, he was staring him down!
Craig opened his mouth and right away Stan knew that he was about to say something to directly piss him off and, boy, did he. Whaling ship? No! Craig knew how you felt about whaling ships! Hell! Everyone fucking knew your thoughts about god damn whaling ships!
Stan took this moment to stand up, disregarding his doodles and glaring directly back at Craig.
“Fuck you, dude! You purposely looked at me to say that shit that you knew would fucking piss me off! You’re such a fucking dick!!”
The next part, Stan can’t really recall but the next thing he knew- the teachers hand was pointing for the door and his backpack was thrown over his shoulder as he grumbled out the door. Well, that went well. Kicked out of class and it’s his fault.













