Do I wanna Know? Style/Stendy

20- Detention sucks balls :(

3rd person

Stan stood with his arms folded over his chest. He was smirking and egging Wendy on. "God you're a fucking whore," he said.

This pissed Wendy off beyond belief, "Shut the fuck up! I'm not a whore! You're the one who goes around sleeping with other people, fucking cheater!" she yelled. Kyle felt a twinge of guilt and pain at that comment.

Stan's cockly expression changed to a hurt and pissed one. He walked up to Wendy and smacked her across the face, "You're a stupid bitch!" he yelled at her.

"Fuck you" Wendy spat

Stan laughed, "Kyle and I already played that game," He whispered into her ear. Upon hearing that Wendy lunged at him with malicious intent but was held back by Craig.

"Let me go!" She demanded.

"No, you need to leave. There are going to be repercussions to this fight and I don't want you to be screwed over because of some douchebag loser," Craig calmly explained. He escorted her to the crowd where Bebe and Tweek stood. "You have colleges that are looking into you, Harvard wants you. Yale wants you. Stanford wants you. Your future is good and this could lead to police charges and I don't want that to happen for you,"

"But Crai-" she started, but he was right. The last time that there was a fight the teachers just called the cops. "Thank you," she smiled at him.

Craig turned back to Stan who was standing smirking at him, "defending your bitc-" he tried to say but Craig sucker punched him in the mouth. Stan flew to the ground. "Fucking asshole," Stan got up to punch Craig but missed. The crowd laughed at his patheticness.

"Give up Marsh," Craig calmly said.

"Fuck off," Stan muttered as he went in to hit him again. This time he smacked him in the neck. Craig grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him off the ground.

"Go away, Marsh. You're just an asshole," Craig dropped him on his ass, gave him the finger and walked away. The crowd moved out of the way for Craig as he left the area. Stan sat for a moment before standing up and chasing after him. Craig heard his footsteps and waited till Stan was right behind him before doing anything.

What did he do? Craig was very calculated in his movements. He took two steps to the left. Since Stan is stupid and he jumped up to attack him he fell face first onto the floor. He got up and slammed Craig into a wall. But once he started to throw punches a teacher came and broke the two up. Luckily the fight wasn't that bad so no cops were called. But both of them got detention.

Craig: mom I got detention cuz some asshole decided to fight me

Mom: fuck, you're such a trouble maker

Mom: Between you and your troublesome sister and your cheating father is just a lot

Craig: I was defending Wendy. Her dickhead ex was being well a dickhead

Mom: I'm glad that you were defending someone instead of just beating the crap outta someone

"No phones in detention!" the teacher yelled at Craig. He stuck up the middle finger at him.

Craig: gotta go see ya when I get home

Mom: Bye hun

Craig gave a half hearted smile and put his phone in his pocket. He stared at the board. One hour in here, that's all, he thought.

Stan sat across the room from Craig. Fuck, fuck fuck. He kept repeating in his head. One hour then he can leave, one hour till he can really tell Craig to eat shit for getting him in trouble. Or did he bring this on himself. He was the one who started on Wendy. She was hanging around Craig, acting all lovey dovey. He knew that they were dating. Everyone's all like:CrEeK iS cAnOn YiPpIe!!! But Stan knew the look that she gave him. She is so in love with that asshole, my worst enemy! He thought. His thoughts were getting the better of him. But he really shouldn't have started yelling at her. But she did deserve it, right? So many thoughts were swirling in his head.

Was he justified? Yes? No? Sorta?

The hour seemed to by slowly for Stan. he knew once he got home it would be hell. He could hear his mother say: How could you get detention, for fighting?!?! I can't believe you hit Wendy! Of all people!

But some part of him didn't care. Once he did leave he got home and his parents sat on the couch. "Stanly," his mother started, "The school called, you got in a fight," she looked up to see his swollen lip and black eye. "Hold on," Sharron went into the kitchen and came back in with an ice pack and a towel. She wrapped the ice pack in the towel and passed it to Stan. "Here"

"Thanks" he put it against his eye.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Wendy is dating another guy and I got mad so I hit her then her new boyfriend came at me and he and I got in trouble for it," he explained.

"Wait," Randy said, "You hit Wendy?" he asked, standing up and going up to his son.

"Yeah, she is the reason I have a black eye. The bitch can pack a punch," Stan chuckled, but his smile dropped when he saw the look on his parents' faces.

"Stanly you can't just do that! We taught you not to hit girls!" Sharron yelled.

"She was being a bitch!" he said in defense,

"So?" Sharron yelled, "Stan you're a football player! What if you seriously hurt her?" Sharron sounded so hurt. Stan wondered why she gave so much of a fuck about it.

"Whatever," he said pushing past her.

Sharron grabbed his wrist, "Not 'whatever', what is wrong with you?" Stan tried to wriggly out of her grip but it was no use. She had mom power.

"Nothing! God," He yanked his arm and she abruptly let go and his hand hit her in the face. Silence fell in the room. "Mom I-" he started.

"Stanly, just leave. Let your mom calm down," Randy said as he held the door open. Stan reluctantly left. Stan walked around the block for an hour. By the time he was done the bottom of his pants and his feet were soaked by the melting snow.

He silently opened the door and snuck up to his room. "..I think it's the only option. You saw how he was. There is no way he can stay here anymore, Sharron," he heard his dad say, "Just I think it's best we send him to your brothers for-" stan pushed open the door.

"What the fuck? You're gonna send me away?" he screamed.

"No, No! We're not! It's just that you've become very aggressive in the past few months and we just-" Sharron tried to explain.

"When are ya gonna send me away?" Stan screamed.

"The summer, maybe. Stan it's not a done deal," Randy said.

"My brother can help you! He's a therapist!" Sharron added on.

"Fuck you both!" Stan screamed. He slammed their door shut and stormed into his room. When he slammed the door of his bedroom a family photo fell off the wall.

"Shit," Randy muttered.

"I think he really needs the help," Sharron said.

Meanwhile Stan was crying in his room. "How could they?" he kept repeating. "I thought they loved me!" He cried. The rest of the night he spent in his bed, wishing he could take back every bad mistake he had ever done.

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I'm not entirely sure where this story is going if I'm being honest  so this might be the last chapter I write before the big finale or not I dunno

thanks for reading :)