A.N: Here it is, you guys asked for it! A continuation of Stan the Masochist. Hope you enjoy! Warning, this story contains an one-sided romance, couple:Marshcest(Stan and Shelly). Also may be known as 'Stelly' or 'Shan'.

Chapter 1: Ever get that feeling...

Things changed when I turned 10 years old. Everything became crap and shit. All of it, even the stuff that used to make me happy, went to the ruins. My friends had ditched me for a while, I had been a party killer and messed up their fun time, when I was suffering. Of course I kept a firm grudge against them for a good 2 weeks, until I felt satisfied. My dad and mom had a fight, separated, and got together again. And all of those horrible movies kept premiering, sickening; I couldn't understand how my friends can watch them with such ease.

Except after about half of month of me being 10, everything went back to normal. Cartman is still the fat-ass, Kyle is still my best friend, Kenny is still...well Kenny is just there, who 'speaks' now and then. And me, Stan Marsh, is still the kid who likes to help. Saving the animals, banishing bullying, and giving people awareness about the boredom of zip-lining. At least, that's what I had thought.

Something else, also changed when I became ten. For the life of me I can't put my finger on it. Besides the minor acne and being a bit taller. It's kinda been bugging me lately. I've been having the urge to suddenly be humiliated in public. Or imagining someone slapping my face. I'll wake up, and bam! That's the first thing I want in the morning. At the kitchen table, I thought of my own mom accidentally spilling coffee on my pants. When playing basketball, I wanted Kenny to freaking trip me, so I could hit the ground. All of this...highly excited me for some reason. Not the normal excitement, but a thrilling excitement. But I don't give a damn about that right now, who cares? I got a life and I'll live it goddamnit. So screw it.

"Hey guys," I greeted, walking up to my friends next to the bus stop.

"Hey dude." Kyle smiled, which ticked me. Why was he so nice? "Why are you frowning?"

I must have been showing what I was feeling at the moment. "Er, nothing." I couldn't even explain why what I was feeling. All the redhead did was smile, nothing wrong.

"Tch, he's pissed that you didn't give him head last night." Cartman snorted. "That's why. Isn't that right, Horny Stanley?"

I didn't say anything, my heart skipped a bit at being insulted.

"Shut the fuck up, Cartman!" Kyle shouted. "That's not true."

"Oh, you're right." The fat boy smirked. "Stan rather him giving you head, instead the other way around. He's more of a sucker, the bottom man."

Before Kyle could yell back, I giggled. They all stared at me.

That, was an absolute mistake. Boys do not giggle. They chuckle. The only exception for a man to giggle, is when something perverted occurs. That includes women. The kind of giggle I made, was a creepy, high-pitched noise followed by a blush on my cheeks. The mere idea of Kyle pulling my hair too hard, I would be screaming from pain in enjoyment. I would have to obey his orders and give him what he wants.

No, even better. A girl could pull my hair, smacking me around like I'm lower than her. A girl is more suitable, they're weak and cute. A strong boy like me, getting dominated by a chick, that would just be-

"Hehehehe." I giggled again, into my hand.

"Stan?" Kyle quirked a brow worried, "you okay?"

"N-nothing!" I flustered, quickly ashamed for what I had fantasized. That was forbidden, males are always on top! Why should a boy like me, want to get slapped at? No, I'm fine. Perfectly fine.

It's not like I want to go to the locker room, have my clothes stolen so I could run around the school naked; having everyone see me. They could all laugh and point at me, a giant embarrassment. Take photos if they want! Crap that just made me excited, and it's expressing itself in my pants.

"Shit.." I murmured, pinching the bridge of my nose.

When the school bus finally arrived, I rushed up the steps and got into my seat. Praying no one would sit by me. Although of course that could never happen, Kyle sat right next to me concerned. Why is he so caring? Damn why won't he just ignore me, treat me like dirt! Treat me like I mean nothing, stomp on me with spike boots, grab a baseball bat and wack it at me! Spit on me because I'm worthless. Tell me I'm worthless. Curse me out like I'm a bitch!

"Stan," he began as the bus started up, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing." I diverted my eyes to the window. Maybe I could stop these thoughts by paying attention to the houses passing by, then what's raging under my belt. Hopefully he doesn't notice.

My friend didn't believe me. "Look, I know things haven't been peachy between us, but we're okay now right? You can tell me what's wrong."

Stop it. Quit it! That's just what's wrong with you, Kyle. You're so generous and kind. The most considerate guy around. Gotta problem? Talk to Kyle, he's your man. He'll listen to you whine all night.

Cartman's so lucky. Kyle swears at him, fight him, and loathes him. I scorned, I thought he was my best friend. Shouldn't he yell at me? The Broflovski should let me be his enemy! I'll do a better job than Cartman.

"I think you hate me." He mumbled, I turned and saw a sad face. Not fair, I should be the one with the sad face damn it. A girl should make cry, right now! Make me cry till my eyes dry up and bleed. Then squeeze my throat till I'm choking out for water.

"Tch, I don't hate you!" I rolled my eyes. "I just..."

"Just what?"

"It doesn't matter, you won't understand it dude." I switched my attention back to the window. Oh look, a bird.

"Don't give me that!" I blinked, was that...anger in his voice? "I hate it when people say, 'it doesn't matter', when it plain does!"

I'm pretty sure Kyle is yelling at me.

"So will you," he grabbed my shoulders harshly, "tell me already! I might understand!"

Staring stupidly at his frustrated eyes, I bit my lip. I have to hold it in. He was really pushing it. Kyle's nails dug into my shoulders, and his raised voice demanding me to confess, is simply too much. If only if he was girl.

"Well, say something!" Kyle ordered, shaking my shoulders roughly.

"I can't tell you." I groaned embarrassed, quivering thrilled from the pain. I willed my body to wiggle out of his hold.

"But I want to help." He sighed. I stared at him, taking pity.

"Fine, I'll tell you but not today." The bus stopped, and we arrived at school. Finally, maybe I can clear my thoughts.

However, I seriously need to find a chick who would agree to hurting me. And find out what the hell is wrong with me.

Wonder who that chick could be? Please review!