"Stan incoming," Lily whispers to her friend digging through his backpack.
His head snaps up quickly dropping the backpack and frantically claws at his locker trying to open it. He spins the dial as fast as he can trying to get to the protection of its enclosed walls…. when the lock jams. "Shit," he mutters looking around frantically for anywhere to hide and settles for Lily's backpack which he cradles in his arms pretending to dig through it scrunched down to the floor.
Lily stands in front of him nonchalantly and watches as the black haired boy makes his way down the hall.
"Lily," he nods at her stopping in front of the two, "I hope you var doing vell."
"I'm good," she replies picking at the nail polish on her finger willing the boy away.
"Vonderful," he says then glances around Lily's legs spotting Everett digging through the bag. "Everett?"
Everett quickly freezes and lets the bag slip from his arms and looks up at Stan. "H-hi," he manages to say as his heart twists in his chest.
"How var you?" he asks, his accent playing on the words sends memories and pain through his body.
"I'm fine," he says softly.
He looks at him for a few moment before saying, "I don't-"
"Stanny!" a voice screeches from down the hall. A girl comes racing over and wraps her arms around his neck and forces her lips to his.
Bile rises in Everett's throat and tears threaten to leak out of his eyes, so he just stares at the ground.
"We don't need to see you little displays," Lily snaps at the pair in front of them, blocking her friend.
"Sorry," Stan says quickly then pecks the girl at his side's lips. "I vill see you in a vittle bit, I need to talk ok?"
"Okie dokie Stanny," she giggles and walks away.
"What do you want?" Lily says practically spitting venom.
"I need to speak vith Everett," he replies.
"Don't you think you've done enough?" Everett says looking up at him again.
Stan sighs then hand him a slip of paper, "I vant to talk to you laters. My new number." He nods to the pair then walks off down the hall.
Everett looks at the piece of paper, and the oh so familiar handwriting is torture, he shoves it into his pocket.
"Alright Everett," Lily says turning on her friend, "What exactly happened with you two?"
"Nothing…" Everett stammers, "We just… moved on."
"Mhm," Lily says with a look a disbelief, "That's why every time he even walks past, you look like you're getting stabbed."
He looks down in shame, when the bell rings he jumps up calling a goodbye to his friend and rushes to class.