Under The Oak Tree (South Park FanFic)

Chapter 12

Stan's POV

I was on my way to the dining hall for breakfast. I was a little later than usual this morning because I happened to sleep in a bit. I guess we were up kind of late last night, so it makes sense.
"Oh, Stan, good. I was hoping to catch you." I hear my teacher come up behind me. I turn around to face her, although I really just look down on her. She's a bit short in the first place, and it doesn't help that I'm tall in general. "Can you come with me for a minute? You're father is very hung over."
"Sure." I sigh. Of coarse he is.
I follow her to the cabin where I put my dad. I hope I don't miss breakfast because of him.
She opens the cabin door and I follow her in. My dad is laying with an ice pack on his forehead sound asleep. "Um, what exactly do you need me to do?" I ask, watching him snore loudly. How can mom sleep next to him?
"Stan, take a seat, mkay?" I hear from behind me.
"Wha- Mr Mackey?" I haven't seen him since I left the elementary school. What's he doing here?
"Stan, this is an intervention, mkay? You have a serious problem, mkay?" He says, ushering me to take a seat. I stay standing.
"An intervention? For what?" I'm honestly extremely confused. What the hell are these assholes talking about?
"Stan, calm down, mkay." He tells me. "We know you're addicted to sex, mkay?"
"What?!" I'm shocked. "How am I addicted to sex?!" I question.
"You're father tells us that he saw you in bed with a girl, and we got an anonymous tip." Mr Mackey explains. "Stan being addicted to sex is bad, mkay?"
"I didn't have sex with her!" That time. "What, I can't take a god damn nap?"
"Stan, please stay calm and watch your language." My teacher says.
"No no, fuck you. This is some fucked up shit, right here. First of all, if I was having sex at all which I am not, it's not as if I would be the only one. Everyone is having sex! Everyone! So why am I such a problem?" I exclaim loudly.
"This isn't about anyone else, it's about you, mkay?" Mr Mackey goes on. "No one here knows why you started acting out or when but-"
"I'M NOT AN ADDICT AND I NEVER HAD SEX WITH ANYONE!" I scream. Technically, that's a lie. Technically. "Please let me go eat my breakfast. I'm starving."
"Well that's probably because you're up all night being a little fucking whore, mkay?"
"Mr Mackey!" My teacher exclaims when she hears his statement.
"WELL I DON'T APPRECIATE GETTING YELLED AT, MKAY?" He yells, clearly agitated.
"Uugh." A groan comes from my dad as he sits up. "Um," he notices the people in the room, now staring at him. "Can I help you?"
"Dad, please tell them that I am not a sex addict." I say, tired of arguing. I just want to be finished with this.
"Wait, what?" His face is a mess of confusion. "Um, I'm pretty sure Stanley isn't a sex addict..."
"But Mr Marsh, last night at the campfire you said you saw him with a girl?" My teacher looks at him questioningly.
"I did?" He questioned, still confused.
"I'm going to eat breakfast." I say, walking out of the cabin and closing the door behind me. I don't know where they got the idea I'm a sex addict, but they're out of their minds.
A thought occurs to me as I'm just approaching the dining hall and opening the door.
Who was that anonymous tip?
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The rest of the day was dull. I'm not sure what it was called but we did this thing with a compass and coloured ribbons and pictures. It was some sort of tracking game and it was lame. The wind started to pick up outside near the end, and by the time everyone's group things were finished the game there was thunder in the distance. We got the afternoon off as it started raining. We got to do whatever we wanted for the rest of the day since the activities were pushed to tomorrow.
I was grabbing something out of my bag, as me and Michelle were about to go over to Petra's cabin and meet up with everyone. I dropped it and some of the contents spilled out.
"Dammit." I say under my breath, bending down to scoop up the fallen items.
"Hey," Michelle said, kneeling down beside me and picking something up. "How come you brought this?"
If her hands she's holding my blue and red hat. "Oh, um.." I trail off, trying to think of an excuse. But I can't think of any so I just say, "I don't know."
"You know." She grinned at me. She was right, I did know.
"I just, I don't know. I felt obligated. I mean, until the ninth grade I wore this hat every single day and night, no matter what. I still wear it during the fall and winter. I guess I just like having it around. It's like it holds my memories, you know? I don't want to leave them behind." I explain, a little embarrassed. But she smiles.
"That's so sweet." She says. She places the hat on my head, smiling and laughing a little.
"What is it?" I ask, giving her an odd look.
"You look so cute." She says, pecking my cheek. I blush a bit and pull off the hat, carefully putting it back in my bag. I also had brought the hat because it felt like sort of a good luck charm, even though so many bad things have happened while I was wearing it. I even had it tucked in the back pocket of my jeans when I went down to the tree that night to talk to Michelle. It wasn't actual luck or anything of coarse, I think it just made me feel a bit more confident was all.
I put my bag back and put what I grabbed in my pocket. "Ready to go?" I ask her.
"Yeah." She says. We slide on our jackets to walk through the rain and I offer her my hand to hold. She smiles and blushes, gently taking it in her own as we head out the cabin door and it closes behind us.