Chapter Thirteen
Not A Schizoid
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Primrose shifted uncomfortably on the bleachers beside Stanley as the principal walked in. "Alright, everyone take a seat. Now. Hurry. Now, you six students are here for one reason."

Primrose nervously tapped her finger against her knee, she'd never even had detention before. Stanley looked over, knitting his eyebrows together in worry as he subtly scooted closer to her, causing the girl's heart to skip a beat.

"Disrespect." The man continued, "You have disrespected this fine institution, and in doing so you have disrespected yourselves. Five of you I've never even seen in detention before. I want you to take the next few hours and think about your mistakes and carve out in your mind a plan for change. Determine how to improve yourselves. Define what the word respect means to you. Now, you can start by respecting this beautiful gymnasium.. Between now and seven p.m., you're gonna scrape up every damn piece of gum from the bleachers."

Primrose jumped as the man angrily dropped the box of utensils onto the bleachers. "Get started."

"Uh, Mr. Whitaker, sir?" Stanley cleared his throat, raising his hand in the air. "Um.. will there be a break for snacks or dinners?"

The man sighed, shaking his head in disappointment before leaving the room. Stanley swallowed, leaning down to whisper to Sydney, "Hey, I'm really sorry-"

"No, I'm not talking to you, or you, okay?" Sydney rolled her eyes, causing Primrose to cross her arms and look down at her feet. Stanley sighed, strengthening his back as he cast his attention onto Primrose.

"Okay, I know none of us wanna be here right now, but I was thinking, if we divide and conquer the bleachers, maybe we could be done before seven andd Whitaker will let us out early. So.." Dina suggested, looking around at each person's face, nervously fiddling with her fingers.

"Go, team!" Jenny clapped sarcastically, an exaggerated grin on her face.

Dina huffed, sitting down and crossing her arms. "I'm not a cheerleader."

"Maybe you should be." Jenny glared, causing Primrose to shift awkwardly as she mindlessly tossed the coin she held.

"Maybe you should be in prison." Dina shot back.

"Oh.. That's my wet dream." Jenny licked her teeth, sending a wink Dina's way.

"I don't know, guys. This gum has been here for decades, I don't think Whittaker actually checks. It's just a social experiment, like a simulation."

"Life itself is one big social experiment, my handsome Stanley." Primrose said, tearing her eyes away from the coin to look at him. "Small decisions become big decisions.. and the goverment, and the Glorbanogs, track all of it.. to test us. And before we know it, the social experiment ends."

"Oh, well.. Somebody's been smoking their supply." Bradley squinted at Primrose and Stanley. Primrose frowned, catching the coin in her hand and looked down at it.

"You know what?" Jenny flipped her hair, "I have an idea. Why don't we play Fuck, Marry, Kill?"

"How on-brand." Dina said sarcastically.

"So, who goes first?" Jenny smirked, "Eenie, meenie, miney.. Brad."

"Guess if I had to-" Bradley said before Dina cut him off.

"No. Not another word."

"Okay.." Bradley pursed his lips, looking up at the cieling.

"Oh, what about you, Miss Goody-Goody? Or are you too afraid to play?" Jenny challenged.

"Why would I be afraid?"

"Cool, then. Fuck, Marry, Kill.. Stanley Barber." Primrose straightened her back, sending a narrowed gaze her way. "Oh, schizoid didn't like that. Mr. Whitaker.. and Syd."

"Well, clearly, I'm killing Whitaker."

"So are you gonna fuck Syd or marry her?"

"Total life goal to marry your best friend, if Syd'll have me." Sydney blushed, smiling sheepishly as she looked at Dina.

"Oh, so then it's you and Stan in an all day bone-sesh. Ugh, you little slut." Jenny faked being sad, "How does that make you feel, Bradley? What about you, Schizoid?"

"I don't have schizophrenia, Jenny." Primrose huffed, shoving her coin into her pocket.

"Why don't you go, Jenny?"

"Well, actually. I thought you should go next, Syd. But then I remembered that no one in their right mind would realistically have sex with you, so-"

"Hey!" Primrose, Dina, and Stanley snapped.

"What? Is it not true? Does Syd Novak have some high fuckability score, and I just don't see it?"

"Sydney is beautiful! Inside and out, unlike you." Primrose stood up, "You're mean."

Jenny laughed as Sydney abruptly stood up and walked down the bleachers and out of the gym. Primrose huffed, crossing her arms as she sat back down.

"Alright, you're up, schizoid." Jenny smirked.

"I'm not a schizoid!" Primrose defended, blinking away the tears as they formed in her eyes.

"Whatever. Bradley Lewis. Stanley Barber... Dina."

Stanley's face reddened and he cleared his throat, nervously playing with his hands as he waited for her answer. Stanley didn't know which one he wanted her to say, but he knew it definitely wasn't kill.

Primrose blinked, "Oh... um, I-I.. I'd marry St-Stanley-"

"Figures. The two freaks." Jenny snickered at Primrose's deeply red face.

"Um.. I-I'd.. I'd fuck Dina, sorry, my friend Bradley.. an-and... sorry for, um, killing you, too.." Primrose shifted uncomfortably under the gaze of those surrounding her.

Stanley's throat when dry and he blinked, nervously tapping his foot on the bleachers as he processed what Primrose had just said.

"Primrose, I didn't take you for the slutty type." Jenny smirked, "You're fucking a taken girl, and then killing her boyfriend. Guess you're crazier than I thought."

"She's not crazy, Jenny." Stanley defended, trying to force down the red on his cheeks. "Leave her alone!"

Jenny smirked, leaning back and crossing her arms. "Huh. Maybe you wanna marry her, too. I pity your poor kids, bewteen the two of you, they'll probably end up completely fucking insane."

Stanley grumbled to himself as he sat down beside Primrose. Her shoulders were slouched, indicating that she wasn't happy. Stanley didn't know what to say, she didn't seem like she was in the mood for talking this time.

Minutes passed in silence as Jenny left to do who knows what and Dina and Bradley flirted shamelessly. Primrose sat on the gym floor, her back to the bleachers and her head resting on Stanley's knee as he messed with the rubik's cube.

"Hey, for the record, I don't think you have schizophrenia. I think you're really cool, actually." Stanley whisperered, placing the rubik's cube beside him.

Primrose nodded, a small smile forming on her face. "Thank you, my handsome Stanley."

"S-So, uh, I was actually thinking.. um, R-Remember when I tried to ask you something last night?" Stanley stammered nervously. Primrose lifted her head from his knee, turning her head to face him.

"Mhm." She blinked innocently, sending a kind smile his way.

"So, just a heads up.. Uh, you can say no...I'd totally understand, a hundred percebt.. but...um.. I was wondering if  maybe, I don't know.. you'd like to go to homecoming? With-With me.. I mean, not in general.. With me.." Stanley stumbled over his words, clearing his throat as he avoided Primrose's gaze. She smiled, reaching up and slipping her hand into his.

"Really?" She asked, tightening the grip she held on his hand.

"Really." Stanley nodded in confirmation, nerves flooding his body.

Primrose grinned, biting her lip as she sheepishly looked down at her boots, "That sounds wonderful, my handsome Stanley."

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{ A/n: primley shippers,,,, how we feelin?

ALSO!!! THIS IS THE DRESS I. IMAGINE HER TO BE WEARING TO HOMECOMING

ITS SO PRETTY }

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