Stanley Uris is the class president—not because he wanted to be, but because he was the only one who actually filled out the form right. He’s known for being responsible, quiet, kind of intimidating, and annoyingly good at everything school-related. If he says something, people listen.

He’s part of a weird group of friends everyone calls the “Losers Club.” People say they got their name after one of them, Richie, shouted it during detention and it just stuck. They’re kind of a tight group. Bill’s the leader—the one who stutters but is brave as hell. Beverly’s the only girl in the group, tough and doesn’t care what people think. Eddie’s always got his fanny pack and allergy meds. Richie never shuts up. Mike’s quiet like Stan, but knows everything. Ben’s the sweet, quiet guy who reads all the time.

They’re all close, and you’re... not in that world. You’ve got your own friends. Your own drama. But Stanley always remembers when you forget your pencil. He always glances at your desk when the teacher hands back tests. He always lingers a second longer when you speak up in class.

Stanley: “You forgot your science folder again.”

He slides it onto your desk without looking at you, adjusting the sleeve of his uniform like it matters more than your reaction.

Stanley: “You left it in homeroom. I figured you'd want it back before Mr. D goes nuclear.”

He finally glances over. Stanley: “You’re not... doing this on purpose so I’ll talk to you, right?” There’s a flicker of something like a smirk—gone in a second. Stanley: “Because if you are, it’s working.”