fourteen (south park fanfiction)

Fentanyl

STAN'S POV

I didn't go to the office like I told Kyle.

I headed to the water fountain to get a drink when Butters came up to me. 

"Why are you being like this?"

I looked at him, confused. "Me? What about you?!" I yell. "You're being such an asshole that I don't even recognize you."

"Oh, I'm the asshole." Butters says, glaring at me. "Or maybe I actually stand up for myself now."

I raised a brow. "Defend yourself from what?"

Butters rolled his eyes. "Don't play dumb, Stan. You know exactly what I mean. All of those years in school since we were kids, you and everybody always fucking treated me like some innocent little baby and took advantage of me."

I rolled my eyes back. "You were some innocent kid. So what?" I ask as Butters frowns. "No, I wasn't. Are you forgetting things? Me and Eric being fucking dealers in fourth grade? All of the other shit I've done? And it's not even that, you and everybody else took advantage of me and used me for your little schemes."

"Okay, so did Cartman?" I say as Butters groaned. "Eric's the only one that's ever apologized out of everybody. And wanna know why? He told me he was glad I finally stood up for myself when that shit happened at Kenny's party and I should do it more often. Never again has he been unfair to me because now I gained respect. So I'm sorry Stan, but maybe you and Kyle should take notes. I'm not letting anybody treat me like shit anymore and I'm glad Eric called it out because now he's helped me get back at all the assholes like you who can't learn to treat me with respect. Have a great fucking day." He says, upset, as he turns and walks back down the hall to the cafeteria.

What the fuck? Was he right?

He couldn't be. Something seemed off.

...

The school day had finally started to end, and I went to the gas station.

"What do you want, Marsh?" Craig asks, smoking outside. Craig worked here, and would sell to people here secretly with a few other workers.

"What do you have on you?" I ask as he looks at me confused. "Didn't you just get out of rehab? Isn't the whole point of rehab supposed to be to quit?"

I rolled my eyes. "Look, I've been clean for a few months because of that and I need something, whatever you got.

He smiled. "Well, I got this shit." He says, handing me a bag of pills. "I'll let it go for $50. Just be carfeul, it's banned."

I raised as brow. "What is it?"

"Fuck if I know because I can't pronounce the name, but it's pretty good. Hallucinogenic. Had me seeing shit.

"Alright." I said, as I handed him a 50 dollar bill. "By the way, what's up with Butters? He's being so fucking rude."

Craig laughed. "Probably high. He always buys shit from me." He says as I raised a brow. "I don't believe you. Our Butters buys drugs?"

Craig nodded. "Yup, I see him and Cartman all the time buying shit from me." 

"Wait, is that how Cartman lost some weight?" I asked as Craig shrugged. "I don't know, I know he was like, starving himself to lose weight, but maybe that helped to."

"Oh, that explains a lot." I say as Craig nods. "Trust me, those two jerk-offs aren't innocent at all from what I've seen. I sold Butters some coke this morning before school."

"What the hell?" I said. "Something's up."

Craig shrugs. "Nah, he's been weird. Anyways, I gotta head back to the register, see ya." He says as he heads inside.