North Park Girl (Stan Marsh x Reader)

This guy?~Chapter 15

Y/n's POV

I sat down in Stan's room no his bed. He walked me all the way to his room and then he went to the bathroom to grab a first aid kit, I let my eyes travel around the room and I spotted multiple things such as a picture with his family and then another with Wendy and Him. I felt a surge of hate bubble up and I glared at the picture. Why do I feel this way? It has to be because of Kenny. He's gone, forever and I can't fix it. My eyes narrowed even more and I couldn't help it. I grabbed the nearest thing next to me and chucked it across the room in anger, the pillow went right out the door and made a sound that indicated it impacted on something.

I looked to the door to see Stan standing there wide eyes with the pillow in his hand. "I didn't know you didn't want to be here that bad." Stan smiled softly at me though it showed sadness in his eyes. He threw the pillow back to me and I caught it.

"It's not you. . ." My voice trailed off as my mind wandered back to Kenny. How, why? that idiot! Why would he just fall of the building, he should have been more careful! I felt a tear escape my eye and a whimper from my lips. I couldn't take it anymore, I broke down in a pool of tears. "Y-Y/n!" Stan stuttered, he raced over to me and I clung to his shirt as I shoved my face into his shirt.

Stan's POV

I was shocked when Y/n leaned her face into my shirt and broke down crying, my blue eyes widened as I watched her. Her body shook and she kept shaking her head. "Why did he have to die?" She questioned me, I stared at her confused as to what she was talking about. I was about to speak up when she continued. "And why did that guy ask about my face and who did it like he cared no one cares about that!" I nearly took a step back out of shock, no one cares? I brought my hand to her back and rubbed her back in circles hoping that it would calm her down. "People care Y/n, I care. Please see that." I tried reasoning, I care about her. She's such a great friend that I would love to be with her whenever.

"No, all guys leave." She suddenly shoved away from me with her tear stained cheeks. My eyes went to the bruise on her cheek and on reflex my hand went to that spot. "Who really did this?" Her eyes went to my hand making my cheek heat up. I pulled away in a hurry staring at her face as it heat up slightly.

"I- it doesn't matter." Her head moved away, shielding her eyes from my own. I frowned as I brought her chin towards me so we could look at each other. "Who's ever hurting you needs to learn a lesson."

Y/n's POV

I stared at Stan with my glossed over eyes. His words were true, I know that but I didn't want to be taken away because of my father. I loved my mom though she isn't around a lot. I would never leave her, I wiped my eyes and calmed my breathing down as I stared at him. His blue eyes showed concern. "I'm sorry, I need to go." I stood quickly and raced out of his house. I started running down the street as I heard Stan calling my name out. I didn't want to be around him at that moment. I couldn't be around him, he was to kind I'll get hurt again. Won't I?

I stopped once I was infront of Kyle's house, I walked slowly to the door and knocked softly on it. The door swung open causing me to take a step back and nearly fall off the steps. Laughter filled my ears and I knew who it was, Cartman. I didn't want him to see my face because he'll just start laughing. I turned away from him and faced the street and also where the sun was setting. "What do you want bitch." Cartman said after his fit of laughter. I held back my words and just let out the sentence I wanted, I couldn't deal with him, if only Zack was here. "I need to talk to Kyle." I cheered mentally as I noticed my voice didn't break but that broke with what he said next. "The Jew's not here." I about spun around and glared at him but I forced myself not to.

"This is his house fatass." I shot back feeling more confidence come back. Cartman laughed again with his stupid obnoxious voice. "Bitch I told you Jew's not here." The door being slammed behind me made me jump, I slammed my eyes shut out of fear as a memory came back.

I shook my head to try to clear it, I opened them back up to start running to find someone else but before I could my eyes went to Stan who was out of breath and right in front of me. "Please Y/n, at least let me bring you home. I won't ask you anything." I looked away from his face and considered the possibility's. As far as I know Kyle isn't home and Stan is really the only other one who could bring me home. I mean Kenny could have but, he's not around anymore. "Fine." I looked back up and Stan smiled softly.

Once we got to Stan's car it was silent, I hopped into the passenger seat and looked out the window in a hurry. I didn't want to stare at Stan for to long, it was hard explaining why but I couldn't. I continued staring out the window and Stan didn't make a move to start a conversation. We got to my house but what made my eyes widen was who was standing outside my door eyes wide when his eyes made contact with mine. I sucked in my breath and exited the vehicle with Stan calling my name. "Z-Zack, what is it?" I stared at him and his eyes went to Stan's with slight hatred. "W-What do you want?" His eyes went back to mine and they softened quickly but then hardened as they made there way to my cheek. He pushed himself off the side of my house and went to me quickly. By then I heard Stan's door open and a few footsteps coming closer to me.

"Y/n. . ." His voice was drawn out and his hand went to my face making me flinch. I don't trust guys anymore. I use to trust Zack but I can't anymore. All guys hurt me some way some how. "Please Y/n-" He got cut off as a hand went infront of him cutting his hand off from my face. My eyes widened thinking it was my father but when I looked at the hand it wasn't my dads, I looked to who it belonged to and Stan stood there putting his body between us, his eyes were hidden so I couldn't quite see them but his stance showed he was being protective.

"I don't know who you are, or what happened between you two but someone put that bruise on her face so I don't trust you." I tried to look around Stan but I couldn't but I could see Zack's which were wide and glaring at Stan. "I did not do that to her! I would never!" Zack's words echoed through my head making me just want to run off and into the house where another hell is waiting for me. "Why should I trust you?" Stan argued back, I took a breath in and took the shot. I didn't want to tell Stan about what happened and I didn't want to see Zack any longer so I quickly ran to the door yelling a bye as I went. "Bye I'll see you tomorrow!" I slammed the door shut and slide down to the ground thinking about the two guys. Both are such idiots.

Stan's POV

I glared at the guy in front of me, I don't know what came over me but when I saw her flinch like that I couldn't just stand there. My gaze faltered as he spoke back to me. "Because she's my girlfriend," His voice sounded hurt and a little off but I didn't really care, I couldn't move my eyes were wide and I stared at him. He was now smirking and glaring at me. "Let me guess, you like her?" I could hear the hatred in his voice as he said those words. I shook my head in a hurry and returned to my stance. "No, I'm just protective of her, she's like family to me." I tried to convince myself that as well, I don't know what I'm feeling. I've only felt this once and that was when I first started liking Wendy, or that one teacher we had that disappeared. I don't like her that way.

The guy chuckled and shook his head. "All I know is you could have done it." I replied back shaking my head and glaring. Zack or so what she called him chuckled, where did I hear the name Zack? He shook his head and looked at her house. "It's her father not me asshole. I'm trying to help her so if you can leave, your not her boyfriend." I glared at the guy who he says he's her boyfriend. I scoffed and turned around walking to the car. Are they really dating? Why does my heart hurt? I shook my head and looked back out the window once I hopped in, he was glaring at my car and the decal for the cows mascot from South Park. This is North Park and I know this dislike us but his eyes show more then just anger.

I tried to shake her and him off in my head as I drove off but throughout that whole night the thought kept going through my head. Why would she like him?