You had known Stan for a long time, first you had been friends but then that feeling escalated into something stronger turning him into what he is now, your boyfriend.

Lately he had gotten into the habit of drinking too much and then marking you saying many nice things at 3 in the morning, clearly sometimes his insistence was annoying. Out of love you tried to help him quit alcohol but it didn't help much, even less now that he was a teenager who liked to go to parties with Kenny, one of his friends who occasionally included him in the vice making it impossible to quit.

The same thing had happened yesterday, the problem was that Wandy had tried to throw herself into Stan's arms when he was drunk, clearly nothing happened but that bothered you a lot and that's why you had been angry with him these days not even letting him talk to you.

You always sat together in class but you decided to start hanging out with Craig and that made him really angry, it was irrational jealousy but in the end he was jealous of that idiot.

That's why he took advantage of the fact that Craig hadn't arrived to class yet, he approached your table and put his backpack next to you, when you were planning to leave he stopped you and sat you down again with a serious look, he was wearing sunglasses so that his red eyes wouldn't be seen from having stayed up late the day before drinking with the excuse that he needed it knowing that you wanted to spend more time with Craig than with him.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You've avoided me for a week, if it's because of Wendy believe me I didn't kiss her." He said a little annoyed grabbing your arm, when he got nothing more than an annoyed snort he put his other hand around your waist and pulled you in to give you a kiss on the cheek, smelling of alcohol obviously. "Just because I'm drunk doesn't mean it's synonymous with 'being a son of a bitch with your girlfriend'"