Unspeakable Love (Stan Marsh X Reader)

Chapter 9

Wednesday~

"Football game today!" I enthusiastically nudge Craig he ignores my gesture giving me a hum, I press my lips together in response. "I asked Tweek if he'd like to join and he agreed to come isn't that exciting? I was really proud to hear him say yes after he talked himself into going."

"Mhm" I narrow my eyes at Craig then look down at the tiled floor. What is going on? What did I do? I've been trying to get answers out of him all morning but still... nothing. "Craig I'm sorry did I do something?" I wait for an answer but Craig ignored me shutting his locker walking off in the opposite direction of our classroom.

What the hell? Slightly annoyed I walk to my classroom alone, angered thoughts filling my head. What the hell is his problem? I walk into the open classroom taking my chair and dragging it across the floor as loud as possible. Mr Garrison sends me an irritated look.

"Ms L/n I would be delighted if you didn't come into the classroom like that" "sorry" I say in a sad tone. Just because I'm having troubles doesn't means I should take it out on other people, pull yourself together Y/n!

I open my binder taking my pencil and pressing it to my cheek. I look down at my group report it was nearly done Stan and I accomplished quite a alot, but we always work good together so I wasn't surprised. We had sometime to talk about it over voice chat. Although something didn't sit right with me. For some reason Stan would always have to leave every twenty minutes. It was really time consuming to get work done but we managed and just in time as my mother got home and started yelling at me~

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"Y/n get off the bloody phone Im trying to watch TV!" My mother yelled from down stairs "one second! Can we work on this tomorrow? It shouldn't take long we have everything we need" I hurried "ya sure" Stan answers understandably.

"All we have to do is-" my bedroom door flies open. I quickly turn to my phone and end the call as my mother storms in "did you not hear me?" She asks outraged "yes I did... I was just-" "don't talk back to me" my mother grabs my wrist tightly "when I say get off I mean get off" she blows in my face I could smell the alcohol on her breath.

"Got it?!" I stared into her eyes that gazed at me sharply like a knife about to cut flesh "yes" I say looking away refraining from crying. My mother's grip tightens around my wrist. Nails digging into my skin, I grit my teeth in response as her long finger nails draw blood.

She drops my arm and walks out of my room slamming the door behind her. I cover my mouth letting the tears I've been holding run over my hand. I take my hand off my mouth and reach down gently stroking my wrist trying to ease the tingling pain.

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I look down at my arm the nail marks now scabbed over along with finger print bruises that painted my s/c. I pull my sleeve over it and go back to scanning over the report correcting some errors and adding more to the paragraphs.

The bell rung and the classroom became extremely noise to the point I couldn't focus anymore. I give up when Kyle and Stan walk into the classroom "hey Y/n" Kyle and Stan said in sync "morning" I replied apathetically.

Stan frowned upon my reply "are you okay?" He asked stopping at my desk "ya I'm fine" I say giving him a phoney smile.

Just put the smile on Y/n, so they won't know you're in pain... "Y/n you don't have to do this you know we have till next week Friday" he says grabbing the flimsy sheet of paper.

"Im bored so don't worry about it. At least I'm making use of my time" I shrug "you should have texted me or Kyle we could've came hung out." Kyle shoots Stan a look and Stan shrugs back "it's alright" I mutter.