Choosing (Stan x Reader)

Part 12

"Hey Stan! You alright?" I spoke as he jumped to see me.

"Y/N??? What're you doing here it's only practice..." He asked tilting his head as I leaned over the fence humming.

"Well.....the plan was to come in and say hi and hang, but now you're sitting out on a bench. So if you want to share..." I climbed over the bench sitting next to him looking into his blue eyes.

"I'll listen!!"

Stan gave me a huge smile in which I returned along with a small chuckle.

"Well, without saying names. I kind of like this girl but I don't know how she feels."

Wendy, of course. It hurts but I have to be supportive. I nodded for him to continue.

"However, I also fell for another girl, and well, I don't know who to choose. And now I can't focus on football so as coach says, 'don't come back until you get your head in place!' Yeah..." Stan concluded making me laugh with his impression of the coach.

The only thing I couldn't help but think after was who was the other girl? It...couldn't be me? Could it???

"Well, all I can say is...take your time, let your heart choose and chances are that girl will like you back! In the mean time get back on the field and let all your worries disappear!" I said smiling and noticing his cheeks were red. I stared and tilted my head until he noticed my staring and looked away.

"You're right! Thanks Y/N! For listening and everything else..." He whispered the last part hugging me. I returned blushing. I waved him off and started making my way home tears brimming my eyes.

I was full of anger, sadness, and slight confusion. It hurt that he probably liked someone else. No way it could be me, can it? Does he even think of me as a friend? Questions clouded my brain until I bumped into something bringing me back to reality.

It wasn't something I bumped into, it was someone. Wendy.
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I looked up to see a smirking black haired girl with hands on her hips glaring back at me.

"Aw! Is someone crying cause they know they're going to lose? Might as just except it sweetie!" She taunted with her annoying high pitched voice.

I was done with this! I wanted to wipe her perfect little smirk off her face! I clenched my fist and gritted my teeth.

"I'm NOT going to lose! I mean at least I'm not going to use him like a box of tissues. I genuinely like him!" I snapped back making Wendy even more pissed at me.

"You think you're the best? Then prove it bitch!"

I could tell this wasn't going to end well, but should I fight back?

"Alright Wendy...."

A- "COME AT ME BRO!" (Go to part 22)
B- "DON'T TOUCH ME!" (Go to part 30)