Your POV
Oh great, another day in South Park. I roll my eyes. Oh how much I hate it here! I just want it all to end! I open the school door. It's not like anybody would do it for me.
The hallways were full of popular kids like Kenny the playboy, Kyle the nerd, Craig the heart breaker, Bebe the fakest bitch alive, and of course Wendy. Oh she despised you so much. "Oh look who it is, little miss depression." She said making a pouty face "ugh! leave me alone!" I sigh loudly, getting the attention of everyone in the main hall way. "huh? the fuck do you think your talking to?" She said raising her plucked, drawn on eyebrows "Wendy Testaburger..." you say quietly, but just loud enough to where she heard it. "That's it you rotten skank!!" She tackled you to the floor, causing you to slam your head against the tile floor. Everyone chanting "fight fight!" Snickering and watching.
3rd person POV
"Stop!! Please!" The poor girl screams as everyone laughs. 'How pathetic' they must of thought.
Your POV
Thank god its over. I can't believe she did that to me, in front of everyone even him!! Too bad he goes for fake boobs instead of real, ..ummmm...I mean pretty girls, not ugly ones. (don't listen to me, you're amazing and pretty! :-*) )
I dashed for the janitor's closet to hide and then started to cry. " I HATE myself!!" I whisper yelled. I pulled out my blush container that had a mirror on the opposite side. I checked my face to see how fucked up it was from my beating. IT WAS PRETTY BAD! I cover my messed up face with light makeup, grabbed my razor, pulled up my sleeve, and as you can probably guess, started to slide it across my forearm. This pain was different from the beating i just took in the hallway.
THE NEXT DAY
I frowned to myself, walking into the hell hole of my life.
There she was, staring daggers at my spine. As Stan looked at me i could see his eyes darken with hatred i hope its not for me.
Stans POV
She walked down the hallway with gloomy eyes, that I've never seen light with happiness. This is it, I knew I loved her and didn't love that narcissist named Wendy. I worked up all my confidence and walked towards Wendy, I waited for the halls for be filled with gossip and secrets. "Wendy we need to talk." I practically yelled, grabbing everyone's attention. "I'm breaking up with you!" I screamed again, seeing her face turning pale, as if she was going to be sick. "Stan what are you talking about??" "I'm so sick of your bullshit you..you fake whore! Stop being such a skanky hoe!!" Everyone laughed as she ran away visibly angry. I watched (Y\N) giggle and cover her mouth, she is too cute.
Your POV
Omg! She actually got yelled at! For the first time in forever, I actually feel happy!! What a great feeling.
1 hour later
I sighed, leaning against my locker. All that pressure was finally off my chest. At least I had thought. I look over to see Stan, the one and only, walking to....ME. No it can't be. "(Y\N), I like you a lot, I have since preschool and it killed me to watch you sprout into a butterfly, but yet you hate your beautiful wings. I guess what im trying to say is...will you be mine??" He waited for an answer. I gasped and hugged him. "I liked you for awhile too Stan." "So that means I can finally do this." He whispered in my ear. He grabs my chin and slowly collides his lips with mine.
2 weeks later
"Okay are you ready?" you asked "Yes." you pull up your sleeves, showing the scars of the battle you've won." (Y\N), I'm so sorry." He says as he grabs your wrists and kisses every scar, bruise, and mark.
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Author out EDITED 2023 wtf was wrong with me
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