You walked down the hallway, spotting Stanley leaning against his locker. Sydney was beside him, laughing at something he said.

Approaching them, you forced your voice to stay calm, though it trembled with anger. “Wow, you two are always together. Starting to think you’re sharing a brain.” Stanley blinked at you, surprised. “Uh, hey. What’s up?”

“What’s up?” you repeated, bitterly. “I don’t know, Stan. You tell me. Since apparently, Sydney’s the only one you want to talk to these days.” Sydney frowned, looking between the two of you. “Hey, I don’t want to get in the middle of anything—”

“Oh, don’t worry,” you snapped. “You’re already right in the middle. Clearly, that’s where Stan wants you to be.”

Stan’s smile faltered. “What’s your deal? We’re just friends—”