Savior: Stu Macher

I could use a stress reliever- 19

Y/n's pov

"I still can't believe that happened." Sidney remarks, tossing a cheese ball into her mouth as we walk into school.

I skipped yesterday, for obvious reasons. The glass was lodged half an inch into the sole of my foot, so that hurt like a bitch when they put the stitches in.

I also just had a lot to think about, and if I weren't so anxious when it came to missing school work, I probably would've taken off today too.

I made Stu go, though. He needed to make baseball practice since he missed it the day before, and I didn't trust Randy to get the science notes for us.

"Me neither Sid." I mutter as we ascend the steps to the front entrance, "I wish it wouldn't have."

"At least everyone was there with you." Sidney stops at her locker, and I stop at mine.

"Yeah, it took them a little bit to wake up to all the noise though." I turn the lock to my correct combination, and my locker pops open.

I place my backpack inside, pulling out my science notebook and closing it once again, returning the lock to its original location.

"Has Billy been acting weird to you?" Sidney asks me, completely out of nowhere.

I pause for a second to think, "it depends on what your definition of weird is."

He has been a little bit more present recently, which is odd for him considering his patterns of behavior the last two years, but I wouldn't call it weird.

"I feel like..." she pauses, looking at the ground, "I feel like he doesn't like me anymore."

"What?" I tilt my head, I actually remember that part of the reason why I ended things with Billy, was because he had looked at Sidney a certain way sometimes. It wasn't a blatant type of look, just one I couldn't decode, and it made me nervous. "Why wouldn't he?"

Sidney closes her locker, snapping the combination lock back on with a metallic click.

"He's just been acting so different." She rolls her eyes, clutching her history book, "like distant, and really cold."

"It's coming up on two years since his mom left..." I shrug, "maybe it's because of that."

"It's coming up on a year since my mom was murdered," Sidney replies, "and I'm not acting like that towards him."

I frown, I forgot that her moms anniversary was coming up because everything else has been distracting me.

"I can talk to him," I pause, "if you want."

"Honestly, I don't know how much that would do." She sighs, "but you can try."

I smile, placing my hand on the shoulder of my best friend and giving it an affectionate squeeze.

"Sidney, I love you." I smile, "I'd take a bullet for ya'."

She playfully nudges me, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips for the first time today.

"I love you too." A brief wave a guilt flashes over her features, so brief that I almost don't notice it, "I really do, and... I'm so sorry."

"You're sorry?" I scrunch my eyes brows.

"I was just so awful..." she corrects herself, "it was just so awful. It was just so awful, what happened to you."

"It's not your fault, Sidney" I sigh, my arm growing tired from supporting these books.

The bell rings throughout the halls, signaling that we have two minutes to make it to class.

Sidney and I look at each other, before rolling our eyes.