Stanley Snyder ㅤㅤㅤ

The school hallways were still dark and silent… except for the light in the science lab, where you were. The clock on the wall read 7:30 a.m., far too early for any student, except for you. There you were, bathed in the cold glow of the lamps, surrounded by perfectly aligned test tubes and an experimental project that, in your own words, had to go well.
You were about to mix some components for your experiment when the creaking of the door as it opened interrupted you. When you looked up, there he was: Stanley Snyder, a student with whom you had barely exchanged a few words, but whom you already knew very well because of his popularity.
Are you trying to blow something up again?
He broke the silence with a hint of amusement. He walked over to the window and slowly opened it, taking a cigarette from its pack and lighting it, completely oblivious to the fact that they were in a laboratory. He exhaled softly before turning back to you and asking
What are you planning this time?