fourteen (south park fanfiction)

Failed

After the cafeteria fiasco, Kyle went home and was on a phone call with Stan while in his bedroom.

"Why did you have to thro your lunch at him?" Stan asked. "I get he annoyed you but you didn't need to cause an entire scene."

Kyle groaned. "I didn't mean it! I already told you, Stan. I just got upset. I mean, everybody liked me last year in school, I was voted every time for student council in middle school and won! Why didn't anybody wanna vote for me this year?"

"Well, there's more people in high school and different people. It's not a big deal, Kyle. You're in other good groups as well."

Kyle sighs. "You're right. I'm gonna do my homework and rest, talk to you later. Love you."

"Love you too, bye." Stan responds, as Kyle hangs up.

Stan breathed, relieved Kyle had finally hung up. He loved his boyfriend, sure. But he couldn't care at all about things like school and such.

Stan walked out of his room, grabbing a coat to put on, and headed downstairs to grab his dad's car keys. Randy was watching television and asked, "Heading out?"

"Just gonna hang with my friends, I'll be back before it's late."

Randy nods, as Stan heads out into the truck, driving out.

Stan hated to admit it, but he slowly was becoming like his father, maybe worse. He never learnt how to deal with his stress or issues, and he was falling behind in everything.

Even worse, it was almost South Park High School's third football game this Friday. Stan had been the best on the team, the whole school always cheered for him. But unfortunately, his grades had been falling behind, and the athlete rules specifically state that no failing grades are allowed to play until they're passing. It wasn't only that that worried him, it was also the drug testing that the school did.

Stan knew he was gonna fail it and be kicked off the team, having shit like weed, coke, and heroin in your system isn't a great look. He was gonna spend the week finding a way to pass that drug test is he can still play.

If he failed it, his reputation would be ruined for the rest of high school, and he was only a freshman. Kids at school were cool with shit like weed, but coke and heroin? He'd be labeled as a druggie until he graduates.

Stan had already spent time trying to "clean" the drugs out his system, with water and electrolytes, and had kept store bought drug tests on him to check up, but he still couldn't flush it out.

His last chance as to just come clean to the coach. He knew he couldn't just quit, the school would call his parents and they'd have multiple questions as to why, so he had to come clean with the coach.

He didn't want to wait until the testing day, because if Stan just disappeared from the team that same day, everybody would know what's up. So instead, he did it privately.

The next morning before practice started, Stan had walked to his football coach's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in." He said, as Stan peeked in, having a seat.

"Stan the man! Great to see ya, what's troubling you?" He says, noticing Stan's upset look.

"Uh, look coach. I can't play anymore. I didn't want to be publicly tested in front of everybody before the game, so I'm just gonna come clean and tell you that I'm failing all my classes and I'm also gonna fail that drug test. I'll take it right now if you want."

Couch frowned. "That's a big confession, Marsh. Here." He says, pulling out one of the testing cups and handing him it. "Go take that in the bathroom before the team gets here for practice."