I've had this done for about a week and half now, but due to a buttload of school work and pure laziness I'm just now getting around to posting. So here's Chapter 2.

Chapter 2

Stan arrived home still in tears. He quickly ran up to his room and locked the door. Stan takes off his coat and reveals bloody bruises on his back. "I can't believe she would do this…" He hears a knock on the door. "Yes?"

"Stanley honey, dinner is ready. Why don't you come down and eat?" His mother asked.

"I'm not really hungry mom, thanks."

"Well I'll leave some food out for you anyway just in case you change your mind."

"Thanks mom." He goes into the bathroom and wipes off some of the blood with a towel. "Dude, I'm taking this one to the grave. I don't want anyone to ever find out about this." His cell phone rings. He knew it was Wendy calling. He didn't want to answer, but he knew if he didn't answer there would be all kinds of hell to pay. "Hi Wendy."

"I just wanted to make sure you made it home safe."

"I did."

"Well you could've called me to confirm it."

"I'm sorry, I just got a little distracted by my mom that's all."

"Well as long as that's all it was. So I guess I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Yeah I guess."

"I love you Stan."

"I…I love you too." They hang up. Stan didn't understand why Wendy would do these things to him if she claims to love him. This was on his mind all night. He eventually fell asleep.

The next day in school, Wendy and Stan are walking down the hall holding hands. Wendy spots Kyle heading in their direction. "You know what you need to do." She whispers in Stan's ear. Stan nods just as Kyle walks up to them.

"Hey Stan, is everything ok?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" Wendy snaps.

"I was asking Stan, not you. He's a big boy, he can answer for himself."

"Whatever. Stan has something he has to tell you." She looks over at Stan. "Tell him!"

Stan looks down. "Umm, I just wanted to say that I don't need you to tutor me anymore."

"Are you sure? You're on border line of failing trigonometry."

"It's ok."

"But you'll get kicked off the football team if you fail one more test."

"I-I know." Stan's eyes water up.

"Then you'll lose your football scholarship to University of Colorado. It's been your dream to go there."

"I know Kyle…"

"Then why do this? Let me help you, I'm your best friend. I want to make sure you pass."

"He doesn't need your help Kyle." Wendy states. "Didn't you hear him?"

"You're behind this aren't you?"

"Stan has a mind of his own."

"You really are a selfish bitch you know that? I mean this has your name written all over it. Don't you care about your boyfriend's future?"

"Of course I do." She looks over at Stan. "Are you going to stand there and let him talk to me like this?"

"Kyle…don't talk to Wendy like that please."

"Stan, you've got to get rid of her. You're not even yourself around her. You're like her little puppet. She doesn't give a fuck about you, so why are you still wasting your time on her?"

"She does care, she's going to be the one to tutor me."

"But she's not that good in trigonometry herself."

"I'm passing! That's all that matters!" Wendy snaps. "Stan, just tell him to go away. He's upsetting me."

"Dude, we'll talk later." Stan gently tells Kyle.

"Whatever, you really have to get away from this control freak. I'll see you in class." He walks off.

Stan turns to Wendy. "I better head to class too."

"Not yet." She leads him to an empty hallway and slaps him.

"What the hell was that for? I did what you asked."

"It's not what you did, it's what you didn't do!"

"What didn't I do?"

"You didn't defend me to your stupid boyfriend. How dare you let him disrespect me!"

"I didn't. I told him to stop."

"Oh and I just love how did it. 'Please Kyle, don't talk to Wendy like that.'" She laughs. "I mean my God Stan, you're such a little bitch. It's a wonder you even made it on the football team in the first place."

Stan's eyes began to tear up again. "I don't have to listen to this." He tries to walk off, but Wendy grabs his arm.

"Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you." She sighs. "You just never learn do you?" She raises her hand, but then a teacher shows up.

"Go to class, make out later."

"Sorry Mr. Jones, we're going." Wendy smiles as the teacher walks off. "I'll deal with you after class. Don't you dare talk to Kyle either." She walks away as Stan heads to his class. He walks in and sits down between Kyle and Red. His teacher comes by and hands him a paper.

"Your score is getting better Mr. Marsh." The teacher smiles at him.

"Thanks. Ms. Smith." He smiles back.

"How did you do dude?" Kyle asks him.

"I got a 74."

"Well that's better than a 60."

"Much better."

"This is why you need me to keep tutoring you. Don't you want to keep getting grades like that?"

"Yes, but…I can't"

"Why not?"

"It's complicated."

"What is going on between you and Wendy?"

"Nothing."

"Ok class," Ms. Smith began, "I'm going to pair you up for our next assignment, it will be…"

"Something is going on. You need to tell me what it is." Kyle whispers to Stan.

"I can't tell you."

"Why not? You tell me everything else."

"Like I said before, it's complicated."

"Last but not least, Stan, you will be paired up with Red." Ms. Smith says. "Now that everyone has their partners please sit with them so you can discuss your problems."

"We'll talk later." Stan whispers to Kyle as he nods. Stan moves closer to Red. "I wasn't paying any attention to Ms. Smith, so could you fill me in on what we're doing?"

"We have a take home project that consists of 30 questions and we have to do them together."

"Oh my…"

"Is something wrong?"

'Only the fact that Wendy isn't going to like this,' he thought. "No, everything's cool."

"Ok, well let's get started." Then begin to work on their questions. They get about 6 problems done when the bell rings.

"Remember, the rest of this is homework. It's due one week from today. Don't forget about the test on Friday. See you tomorrow." Ms. Smith announced. The class rushes out the door. Stan and Red walk together.

"So we're going to have to make plans to do this." Red tells him.

"I know, I have football practice everyday and you have cheerleading practice."

"Plus I have a part time job. I have an idea, why don't we exchange numbers. That way we can discuss this later."

"That's fine." Just as they're exchanging numbers Wendy shows up.

"What's going on here?" Wendy asks.

"Oh Stan and I have to work on a proj-" Red begins.

"I was asking Stan!" Wendy interrupts.

"O…kay…I better go. See you later Stan."

"Bye." She walks off. Wendy glares at him. "It's not what you think."

"So are you fucking her too?"

"No, we have to work on a project together."

"Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"You know where." They walk down to the empty hallway again. "Why do you keep doing these things to me Stan?"

"I'm not doing anything. We just got paired up together for a project."

"Who gives a project in math?"

"Ms. Smith did."

"Did you pick Red as your partner?"

"No. Ms. Smith paired us up."

"Stan…this is going to hurt me more than this is going to hurt you." She raises her fists. Stan puts his hands in front of his face and that's the last thing he remembers before everything goes black.