Savior: Stu Macher

Pathetic - 14

Stu's POV

First period came and went, which is typically what happens because it's the only class I enjoy. It goes by much faster due to all of the joking with Y/n, and Randy's fuck-ups during every single lab we do.

After dropping Y/n off at her second class, and securing a goodbye kiss of course, I navigate to my locker in order to put my science books away and gather my English ones.

Rounding the corner of the hallway, I notice Billy is already standing by my locker, just waiting.

"What's up, leather face?" I joke, ramming myself into him.

"Lower your voice, butt-head." He barley smiles as he attempts to steady himself, "happy birthday."

"Lower your voice!" I mock him, twisting the numbers into my combo lock until it opens, "thanks, Billy."

"Any plans?" He turns to face me, his face probing and his mood seemingly stable.

"None that involve murder." I whisper the last word, raising my eyebrows as I shut my locker door, English book now tucked under my arm.

He tuts at me playfully, "you're no fun. Definition of a buzzkill."

"Yeah, okay." I roll my eyes with a smile, clicking my lock back into place.

"Where's Y/n?" He tails me as I begin to walk to my second period class.

The weight of the air around us shifts, I want to believe he's just asking out of curiosity, but my gut is telling me otherwise.

"Second period." I reply hesitantly, "where's Sidney?"

"Second period." He fires back, "got plans with Y/n tonight?"

"What's it matter to you?" I lean my head sideways towards him, humor lacing my words, "did you wanna ask me out or something?"

"Oh shut your mouth!" He scoffs, "I was just wondering if she had anything planned."

"She got me this shirt." I can't prevent the grin that tugs on my lips, "and the limited edition cover VHS of the lost boys."

"She has always been great with gifts." He mumbles the response, almost blatantly hinting towards the fact that the two of them had engaged in a fling over two years ago, "Sidney kind of sucks, at that sort of thing."

"Well, my girlfriend pays close attention to detail." I emphasize the fact that she is my girlfriend, not his, "she's got a big heart, she put a lot of effort into it."

"Lucky bastard, you are." Billy kicks at the ground as we continue to walk, a far-off expression etched into his features.

"Jealous?" I can't help but ask.

"Territorial?" He makes firm eye contact with me, "Y/n and I have been friends just as long as you've known her, Stu. Been round' her long enough to recognize that she's a catch, and that you're lucky, that's all."

"Thanks, pal." I flash a sarcastic smile, fully aware that Billy is becoming defensive. He practically gave himself away coming on so strong, "I know I'm lucky."

For the record, I don't believe the son of a bitch for one second when he tries to convince me he doesn't want her. I see it in his eyes when he looks at her, in his voice when he speaks with her and in his body language when he's around her. It drives me absolute insane, because I am territorial when it comes to him, and I'll stop at nothing to keep my best friend from preying on my girl.

"Billy, can I tell you a secret?" Billy and I had made a fort during one of our Friday-night sleepovers.

"Yeah, spill." He messed with some of the pillows under the blankets we had laying on the floor. Above our small heads were some sheets we stole from the linen closet, strung over couches and chairs to create our lair.