Here's Chapter 8, I hope you like it!

Chapter 8

It's the next school day and Stan's trigonometry class is getting ready to take the big test. Stan is nowhere to be seen. Ms. Smith is passing out all the papers and sets them upside down. "Don't begin until everyone has a paper." She continues passing them out.

"Kyle…" Red whispers. "Where's Stan?"

"I don't know, but he better hurry up or else he'll get a zero."

"I want everyone to be silent and keep your eyes on your own paper." Ms. Smith looks at Kyle and Red. "You may begin." Everyone begins their test. Just then, Stan walks in the room wearing sunglasses and one side of his face is swollen. "Well it's nice of you to join us Mr. Marsh."

"Sorry I'm late, I…um…had car trouble."

"That's fine." She hands him a paper. "Go ahead and get started."

Stan takes a seat and grabs a pencil. Kyle taps him on the shoulder and hands him a note. Dude, car trouble? You don't even have a car… Stan looks at him and shrugs.

"Stan, eyes on your own paper!" Ms. Smith snaps.

"Sorry." He whispers.

"Stan, you're indoors now. Take off the sunglasses."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, and please hurry. You're disrupting the class!"

Stan lowers his head and takes his glasses off. It's revealed that one of his eyes is swollen shut and other one is black and blue. Red notices this and her jaw drops. Stan tries to cover his face in hoping that no one notices his bruises. He begins taking his test. 'SHIT!' He thinks. 'I don't know any of this…I'm going to fail…I'm going to fucking fail!' His eyes began watering.

Red continues looking at Stan and shakes her head. She pulls out her phone and sends Kenny a text message. Stan lied to you...he got beat up again…

Moments later Kenny responds: I knew he was lying to me. I'm going to talk to him again.

Good. Someone needs to. He doesn't look good at all.

As the class period goes on, Stan continues to struggle with his test. "You have two minutes remaining." Ms. Smith announces. Stan begins to panic.

'I only have 5 questions left…' He starts chewing on his pencil. 'I knew I should've stayed home and studied last night…'

"Times up! Pencils down and pass your papers to the front." The class does as they're told. Seconds later, the bell rings. "Class dismissed. Have a great weekend and I'll see you all on Monday. Don't forget about your project." The class begins to head out.

Stan starts packing up his things. Kyle walks up to his desk, but Stan doesn't make eye contact with him. "Dude, what the hell happened to you? You look like hell."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Stan, I'm your best friend. You can tell me anything."

"Look, there are just some things I can't tell you ok?"

"Stan-"

"Mr. Marsh, I need to speak with you." Ms. Smith interrupts.

"Yes ma'am."

"This discussion is far from over Stan." Kyle leaves.

"What did you want to talk to me about Ms. Smith?" Stan asks, as he avoids making eye contact with her.

"Coach Fields requested that I grade your test right away."

"I see." Stan grows nervous.

"I figured you'd want to be here for this so that you know your fate in this class and tonight's game."

"I do…"

"Stan, didn't your parents ever tell you it was polite to look at someone when they're talking to you?"

"Yes…"

"Then look at me. You're being very rude." He looks at her and she's shocked to see his eyes. "Dear God, what happened to you?"

"I…um…got into a fight."

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, really." Stan tells her teary-eyed.

"Do your parents know about this?"

"Yes, we're going to have a chat about it later."

"Good, because you don't look good at all. Well I've held you up long enough, let me grade your paper. Have a seat."

Stan sits down and starts chewing on his fingernails. 'Maybe I didn't do that bad…' He starts to wonder. 'I mean as long as I get a least a 60 I'll be able to play in tonight's game...and I won't be off the team' He smiles to himself.

"Done." Ms. Smith announces. She walks over to him and hands him his paper. "I'm really sorry Stan…"

"Huh?" He looks at his paper and sees a red 32. "32 percent? Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

"I'm positive. What happened Stan? You were really started to bring your grade up. This is worse than usual."

Stan breaks down. "I don't know what happened! I really thought I was going to pass."

"Well did you study?"

"Kind of…" He sniffs. Ms. Smith hands him a tissue.

"Honey, you knew you were having a hard time, maybe you should've put more effort into it."

"I tried, it was just so hard. I have so much going on right now." Stan continues sobbing. "Now I'm going to lose everything. I'm going to get kicked off the football and lose my scholarship. I'm going to fail this class and have to retake it in summer school. I won't be able to graduate with my friends! Oh God, this is terrible."

Ms. Smith puts her hand on his shoulder. "I won't let you fail this class. Do you want me to set you up with another tutor? I'm going to assume Kyle didn't work out."

"I can't get a tutor."

"Why not? Don't you want to pass?"

"I do, but I can't get a tutor. It's personal."

"I understand. Well I don't know what else I can do. I really want you to pass, not only pass, but understand the material."

"I want that too. I don't know what I can do."

"I told you your option. Let me write you a late pass." She does that. "I hope you'll take the tutor thing into consideration."

"I will Ms. Smith." He leaves. He wipes his eyes as he heads to his next class. Wendy approaches him.

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you. Where the hell have you been?"

"I had to stay after so Ms. Smith could grade my test."

"How did you do?"

"See for yourself…" He hands her his paper.

"32 percent? Are you fucking kidding me? A fucking 32 percent?" Stan lowers his head in shame. Wendy punches him in the face. "Look at me when I'm fucking talking to you, you pathetic loser!" He looks at her as a tear falls from his eye. She slaps him. "Stop that fucking crying! How old are you? Four?"

"Just please stop hitting me…" He cries even harder.

"What did I just say?" She raises her hand again, but someone grabs her hand. She turns around and sees Kenny. "Get off of me!" She jerks her hand away.

"I'm not going to let you hit him again. This shit ends now." Kenny tells her.

"I never hit him!"

"Bullshit Wendy! I have a witness who saw you beating him up yesterday. Look at his face now. Are you going to tell me you didn't do that?"

"I didn't…he was mugged yesterday."

"Like I really believe that. Plus it looked to me like you were getting ready to hit him just now. I'm sure if I hadn't shown up when I did you would have."

"You don't know what you're talking about. Stan's fine."

"Really? Then why is he crying?"

"Well if you MUST know, it's because he failed his trigonometry test."

Kenny turns towards Stan. "Damn, really?" Stan slowly nods. "Aww man, I'm so sorry to hear that."

"Thank you. Now can you please leave?"

"I'm not leaving you alone with this crazy girl."

"She's not crazy."

"What are you talking about? She's abusing you. Why are you putting up with it?"

"Just mind your own business!" Stan snaps.

"Damn dude, I'm just worried about you."

"I can worry about myself thank you."

"Fine."

"You heard the man Kenny." Wendy smiles. "Get lost."

"You're not going to get away with this." Kenny whispers to Wendy.

"I already have." She smirks. Kenny rolls his eyes and walks away. Wendy looks at Stan. "Now where was I?" She raises her hand again.

"Wendy, can't we talk about this?"

"Talk about what? Talk about how big of an idiot you are?"

"Don't call me names…"

"Well you ARE an idiot! What kind of brain dead moron gets a fucking 32 percent on a trigonometry test?"

"It wouldn't have happened if I had time to study."

"You better not try to blame this on me…"

"I'm not, I'm just saying…"

"Well I'm saying that you're a fucking idiot! I don't know why I'm still with you! Red was right about you. You're not attractive, and you sure as hell aren't smart. Plus you're such a PUSSY! You really are pathetic. I pity you Stan. You have absolutely nothing going for you…" Stan's eyes began to water. "Oh God, you're not going to cry again are you? Just prove my point some more why don't you?"

Stan runs off. "How dare you walk away from me!" Wendy follows him. Stan ends up going into the bathroom. Wendy starts pounding on the door. "Open this door!"

"Just leave me alone!" Stan cries.

"You're being very childish! Why don't you act like a fucking adult for once in your life and come out here!" She continues pounding on the door.

Stan leans over the sink and continues crying. "How could she say those things about me?" He looks at the mirror and then punches it hard that it cracks a little. Stan takes a piece of glass and then goes into one of the stalls and sits down next to the toilet. He rolls up both of his sleeves and looks at his wrist. He holds the piece of glass to his wrist and sighs heavily. He then cuts his wrist as the tears continue to fall. He cuts his other wrist and cries more. He watches the blood drip down his arms. He continues crying then he starts coughing. He ends up throwing up in the toilet and keeps crying.

He hears Wendy still pounding on the door. "Open this fucking door Stan! I will come in there if I have to!"

Kyle walks up to Wendy. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Your friend is in the bathroom and I want him to come out."

"Damn, can the boy have a little privacy?"

"Just go in there and tell him to come out here…" Wendy demands. "Please!"

"Well since you asked SO nicely…" Kyle replies sarcastically before entering the bathroom. He knocks on the stall Stan's in. "Dude, is everything ok?"

"Everything is fine Kyle." Stan states as he tries to wipe the blood off his wrists.

"Open the door." Stan rolls down both of his sleeves and puts the glass in his pocket and wipes his eyes before opening the stall. "What's going on with you?"

"Nothing."

"Are you sure? You look like you're really upset about something."

"I'm fine Kyle, really."

"Stan, we've been best friends practically our whole lives. I know when something's bothering you. Now tell me what it is."

Stan sighs. "I failed my trigonometry test…" His eyes began to water again.

"Oh man, I'm sorry. But wait, that means that you're-"

"Right, I'm off the team." Stan breaks down. "Which also means I lost my scholarship. How am I going to tell my parents?"

Kyle comforts him. "It will be ok. Your parents are very understanding people. I'm sure they'll be supportive."

"I don't know Kyle, I think they're going to be disappointed…"

"I'm sure it will be fine. Another question, what on Earth happened to your face?"

"I-"

"He was mugged yesterday." Kyle turns around to see Wendy standing behind him.

"Can't you read? The sign outside says MEN." Kyle tells her.

"I don't see any men in here, besides I was worried about Stan. You were taking too long so I had to see for myself that he was ok."

"Well he's fine, so get out of here."

"I need to talk to him."

"Talk to him later, we're having a private conversation."

"Well what I have to tell him is more important than anything you have to say."

"Somehow I doubt that…"

"What did you want to tell me Wendy?" Stan asks her.

"We will discuss it in private Stanley!"

"Whatever you have to say in front of Stan, you can say in front of me." Kyle tells her.

"It's really none of your goddamn business Kyle! See it's moments like this that convince me there's something going on between you two."

"That's crazy! Stan and I are both straight."

"So you say…"

"Whatever. If you're not going to tell Stan anything in front of me then you might as well go because I'm not leaving until I'm done talking to him. So take a hike bitch!"

"Stan! Why are you letting him talk to me like this? Do something about it damn it!"

"Umm, Kyle…" Stan starts to say.

"Come on you worthless piece of shit! Say something to him!"

"Stan, don't listen to her. She's not the boss of you."

"Stay out of this!" She walks over to Stan and starts shaking him. "What's wrong with you? Control your man! He's stressing me out! This stress isn't good for me or the baby!"

Stan gives her a confused look. "Baby? What baby?"

She starts shaking him harder. "I'm PREGNANT, you FUCKING MORON!" She gasps quickly covers her mouth. Kyle's jaw drops as does Stan's who is now nearly in tears.

Please R&R. My plan is to have Chapter 9 up by the end of the week. crosses fingers