Stan x Reader

Emotion Sweep

5. 5 HOURS IN THIS SCHOOL.. and someone already likes me, his girlfriend most likely hates me, and now his friend wants to talk to me about something, which is probably him. WHAT THE HELL??

    My minds racing and I hadn't noticed I started breathing hard while staring at Kyle.. I couldn't have been more embarrassed in my life.

    "Hey, you alright there new kid? Are you feeling ok?" He reached his hand up to my forehead but I shoed in away.

    "Sorry Kyle, I don't mean to be rude. I just don't feel great. Mentally. I'm just still nervous about my first day here and I feel like I just made whatever has been happening at the school, I've been making worse." He looked at me sincerely yet shocked like I was insane.

"CRY BABY!" Eric yelled at me from the table and a bunch of girls started going off on him.

    Like 'She's trying her best!' and 'You don't know what's going on for her Cartman."

    "SHUT THE H3LL UP CARTMAN." I've never heard someone bell so loud. A few tables turned to look at Kyle and Eric.

    "My god I'm so sorry about Eric. He's just a Fat@ss who doesn't think before he speaks." Kyle walked us out of the lunch room into another room near where Stan and Wendy were arguing.

    He paused and looked at me hard. He looked away and pressed his ear against the wall to listen to the argument.

    "Um. Kyle, I don't think we should be out here, what if someone comes here or the cameras see. What if they walk out the room!" I whispered as quietly as I could. I know that room. It has the thinnest walls in the building. Why choose that place? Did they want people to hear?

    "SHHH. If it gets too quiet with us they'll get suspicious. I'll tell you what I was going to say later. That's if I can I have your number for later?" 😨.. I was shocked, never has someone been so smooth to me like that. Christ. I WANTED TO LAUGH SO HARD. It was stupid yet pretty smooth.

    "Sure. I'm gonna find some paper, lmk (let me know) what they say." I let out a small laugh before I left, the second I left, his eyes bulged far out his face. I wrote it on a piece of paper and gave it to him.

    "Are you ok? You look like you just saw someone get shot." He turned slowly to me and came close to my ear.

     He hicked saying, "Wendy and Kyle are breaking up." I shook at the words 'breaking up'. Holy crap. I CAUSED THIS AND I DIDN'T EVEN MEAN TO. ARE PEOPLE GOING TO COME FOR ME BECAUSE OF THIS? WHAT IF THEY JUMP ME AND MY MOM DOESN'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO FIX ME?

    I started a panic attack without realizing. I starred into space while shaking, probably seizing.

    "WOAH WOAH ARE YOU OK NEW KID?" He yelled too loud and gave us away. He shook me and hugged me and god knows what else, I wasn't paying attention when Stan and Wendy came in the room. I woke up at the hospital to find out I had a severe panic attack. I couldn't feel anything on me, I couldn't even feel me.

     I got up out of bed, we'll, I tried. My legs collapsed onto the ground, my body felt heavy as if sandbags were on top of me. What time is it?

    2PM? A few more hours and school ends, god I didn't even get my homework. I turn and you know what, homework was sitting on the table. You go to a hospital and could be in grave condition and they still give you homework. Cool.

    I climbed back into the bed with a stool placed next to the bed, did they know I'd need it? I look up and there's an adjustable light, I use the stool to tilt it away from me hopefully to dim the light best I could. A faint knock on the door had rung into my ears after the silence ate every sound in the room.