You Don't Mean It ||Staig||

||Part Twelve||

TW: Mention of drugs, Cursing, Vaping, Mention of Alcohol 

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"Stan Marsh please report to the principal's office!" A feminine sounding voice exclaimed through the speakers bolted to the walls of the school. 

Stan stopped in his tracks and turned to one of the speakers. He could feel people staring at him with questioning gazes. 

Kenny let go of his arm and slapped him against his upper back, in a very non gentle way. He was high (probably off cat piss) and out of his mind again.

"Ooo, y-you better get going!" Kenny slurred. He patted Stan against his shoulder and pushed him away. Kenny stumbled back and leaned up against the locker as he watched Stan stare at him. 

Stan was about to head off to the principal's office with a bitter look until the speakers spoke out again.

"Aaaand Craig Tucker, please. Principal's office!" She continued, dragging out her first word so it would seem like she was still going on with the announcement. Stan sighed and started walking down the halls. He assumed if Craig didn't show up on his own, somebody would get him, but that somebody wasn't going to be Stan.

He was tried of spreading his inconsistent lies around the school, and tired of trying to convince Craig that he was fine. He wasn't fine, obviously. Stan made a frustrated little 'huff' as he walked down the halls. 

Ruffling up his hair before entering, Stan pushed past the door. He could see P.C. principal sitting at his desk, looking intimidating as ever. Stan swallowed his anxiety before sitting down at the seat that stood in front of the desk. 

"You're not in trouble. Just waiting on Craig now." He said, fixing his shaded sports glasses. Stan shifted in the seat and leaned back a little, his hands lying nervously against his thighs. He almost jumped once the office door swung open.

Of course Craig would need a big entrance to fuel his big ego. Craig sniffled and slowly walked over to where Stan was, letting the door close gently. Stan peered up at him as he sat up. He could see that his face looked flushed. But it didn't seem as if he were crying. 

"Take a seat." P.C. Principle asked. He sat up in his own seat and adjusted his shades again. Craig gave the principal a snide glance before hesitantly taking a seat next to Stan. He set his bag down besides his foot and waited for P.C. to start talking.

"I called you two here to check up on somethings." He explained. Stan tried to look over the computer as the principal clicked on something with his mouse.

"The whole tutoring situation. Tell me how it's going before I look at the grades." He said. P.C. looked away from the computer for a moment, focusing his attention to the Juniors in front of him. 

Craig coughed awkwardly before piping up.

"Good...? I don't know." He said, keeping to his usual deadpan tone. Stan could feel his skin start to prick with a cold sweat. He had completely pushed Craig's tutoring sessions aside. 

"I'm sorry, this week has been rocky. I haven't had the chance to really help Craig with anything." Stan reasoned. He put on a guilty smile as he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. 

P.C. principal hummed in response and clicked on another thing with his mouse.

"Yes, why have you been absent Stan? I haven't gotten a sick note." P.C. questioned. He waited for Stan to talk as he moved his hand away from the mouse. 

"Sorry... I don't have a note..." Stan mumbled. He looked down at the ground. He knew he couldn't keep up with the lies. His secret was going to slip out sooner or later.