Well I kept my promise. Here's Chapter 9. Thanks everyone for the reviews, and a special thanks to Tweek's Panda for some of the ideas she's given me for this story:-)

Chapter 9

"What did you say?" Stan asks his girlfriend.

"I didn't say anything…"

"Did you just say you're pregnant?"

"Yes, you asshole! I'm fucking pregnant!"

"Oh my God! This can't be happening…"

"It is happening."

"How far along are you?"

"Three months…"

Stan thinks for a minute. "But we…oh never mind."

"You what Stan?" Kyle asked his best friend.

"This is none of your business Kyle." She looks at Stan. "Come with me to my car now!" She grabs Stan's arm and pulls him towards the door. Kyle grabs his other arm to pull him back.

"You don't have to go just because she said so."

"It's ok Kyle, we do need to talk about this."

"Ok, call me if you need anything."

"He won't." Wendy tells him. "Come on Stan!" She drags him out of the bathroom. They head to her car. Wendy unlocks the door and gets in. "Get in!" She demands. Stan does as he's told. The two of them sit in silence for a while.

"When did you find out?"

"About a month ago."

"A month ago? How come you're just now telling me?"

"I don't have to tell you everything do I?"

"I just figured you would tell me something like this…"

"Well I didn't, what's the big deal anyway? Now you know so stop your bitching."

"I'm sorry Wendy." He hugs her.

"What the hell are you sorry for?"

"I'm sorry I've been stressing you out the past few days. No wonder why you've been getting so upset with me…it's your hormones. I'm going to try my best not to stress you out anymore."

Wendy glares at him for a minute and then slaps him in the face. "Me getting upset with you has NOTHING to do with my hormones! It's about YOU and your CHEATING! That's what's been stressing me out!"

"I know you don't mean that…"

"Stan…so help me God, I will strangle you in this car if you say anything like that again. We have more important issues to discuss. Like what the hell we're going to do about this fucking kid."

"Don't talk about that baby like that."

"STAN! Would you listen to me? What the fuck are we going to do?"

"I don't know Wendy, I don't know…"

"Well you need to figure it out! You got me into this mess you son of a bitch!" She grabs a textbook out of her backpack and starts beating Stan with it.

"Ow! Stop, please! I didn't mean it, it was an accident. We were always so careful…"

"Obviously not careful enough!" She continues beating him. "I hate you Stan! You've ruined my life by getting me pregnant and I will NEVER forgive you for this!" She continues hitting him.

Later that afternoon, Stan heads to Coach Fields' office. He knocks on the door. "Come in!" He hears before he enters. Coach Fields has his back to him.

"Hi Coach Fields, I-"

"Marsh, I've been expecting you…let me see your test paper."

"I'll spare you the trouble and just tell you I failed…"

Coach Fields shakes his head. "I really hate to see you go Marsh, you've been on my team for the last four years."

"Can I have one more chance, please?"

"I would love to give you another chance, but I have to go by the rules. The rules are you have to pass ALL of your classes to stay on the team. I'm sorry. Plus you didn't show up to practice yesterday without some kind of notice."

"I'm sorry Coach, I…had an emergency."

"Plus your performance the past few weeks has been awful. Not to mention all the weight you've lost in the last two months. There's no way I could keep you."

"I understand. Thanks anyway Coach." Coach Fields turns to look at him and notices his bruised up face.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"I'd rather not talk about it."

"Well you better get that check out."

"I don't need to, but thanks anyway. I better go." He leaves. He goes back into the bathroom and locks himself in the stall. He sits on the toilet and cries quietly. He takes the piece of broken glass out of his pocket and starts cutting his left arm. "How much can a person take in one day? I've failed another test, got kicked off the football team, lost my scholarship, got attacked by Wendy today. To top it all off, I'm going to be…a dad…" He cries out loud. He moves to the ground of the stall and holds his knees up to his chest and rocks himself back and forth and continues weeping. "How am I going to tell mom and dad all of this? They're going to kill me!" He stays in that position for a few more hours.

That night when Stan arrives home, he's greeted by Shelly. "Hey turd!"

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm home for the weekend turd!"

"Great." Sharon comes into the room. Stan quickly covers his face.

"You're just in time Stanley, dinner is ready."

"Oh, I'm not hungry mom."

"Stan, I'm getting really worried. You have to eat something. Besides, your sister is home for the weekend and I want all of us to eat together like a family. It would mean a lot to me."

"Mom, I really don't want to."

Shelly back slaps Stan. "It's not always about what you want turd! Why don't you think about someone else for a change?" She looks as if she's going to hit him again, but then Stan starts to cry. "What the hell is wrong with you? I use to hit you harder than that when we were kids so why are you being such a baby about it now?"

"You didn't have to hit me Wend…uh…Shelly! I didn't do anything to you!" He wipes his eyes.

"Shelly, go ahead and join your father in the kitchen." Sharon intervenes. "We'll be there to join you in a few."

"Whatever." Shelly rolls her eyes as she heads to the kitchen.

"Honey," Sharon begins, "what's going on with you? You haven't been yourself lately. And what happened to your face?"

"Nothing's going on mom. Why didn't you say anything to Shelly when she hit me? You guys always let her get away with everything because she's older!"

"I'm sorry you feel that way. I'll talk to her."

"Thank you."

"Now are you sure nothing is going on with you?"

"I'm sure mom."

"Ok fine, but will you please come eat with us?"

Stan sighs. "Fine mom."

Sharon kisses him. "Thank you sweetie." They head into the kitchen. Stan and Sharon fix their plates and join Randy and Shelly at the table. Randy looks shocked to see Stan at the table.

"Stan? What are you doing home? Shouldn't you be at your football game?"

"No dad…"

"Why the hell not? You guys are playing right?"

"Yeah…" Stan looks at his plate and starts picking at his food.

"Then…why aren't you there?"

"Because…" Stan starts to tear up.

"Because what?"

"Because I'm off the team."

Randy jumps up out of his seat. "WHAT? Why are you off the team? You've been star quarterback for the last four years and now you're off the team? I should go down to that school and give that Coach Fields a piece of my mind."

"Dad don't do that. It's my own fault."

"What the hell did you do?"

Stan breaks down. "I'm failing trigonometry…"

"WHAT?" Sharon and Randy scream in unison.

"I'm so sorry."

"Why the hell are you failing?" Randy asks him.

"It's a hard class."

"Then get a fucking tutor!"

"I tried, but it didn't work out."

"Stan, I wish you had come to us about this before. We could've helped you." Sharon tells him.

"Really?" Stan sniffs.

"Of course. We want you to succeed."

"Now you won't be able to! Do you realize you've now lost your scholarship to University of Colorado? We can't afford to send you there without it. You're going to have to go to community college."

"Can't we work something out? I really want to go there next year."

"Well then you should've thought about that before you decided to fail trigonometry. Football was your fucking ticket into that school!"

"Why didn't you just start a college fund for me like you did for Shelly?"

"Umm…this has nothing to do with me." Shelly tells her brother. Sharon gives her signal to keep quiet.

"We figured you would play football and get a scholarship. You almost had it too, but then you had to go and screw it up. What were you thinking?" Randy looks at him and notices he's looking down. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Stan looks up at him. "What were you thinking?"

"I-"

"Right, you weren't thinking." Stan starts crying even harder. "There's no use in crying, you got yourself into this mess."

"There's more…" He mumbles.

"What?"

"There's more…" He repeats a little louder.

"What now Stan?"

"Wendy's pregnant…I'm going to be a dad…"

"Oh no…Stan…" Sharon says as she gives her son a hug.

"I'm sorry mom, I'm sorry."

"It's ok baby."

"Damn Stan, you're messing up left and right." Shelly smirks.

"Shelly you're not helping." Sharon tells her daughter. She looks at Randy who is shaking his head with disgust. "Randy? What are you thinking?"

"I'm trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with our son. A baby Stan? This is the last thing you need right now."

"I know dad."

"You're still in high school, you probably now won't even be able to go to college, you don't have a job, and you don't have a car or a license. How do you plan to support this kid? You can't even drive the sick baby to the hospital."

"I'm going to get a job dad."

"Can you try to keep it for more than a day this time? How could you be so irresponsible? Haven't you ever heard of condoms and birth control?"

"We always used protection."

"Obviously you didn't! I can't believe this is happening. You don't even know the first thing about kids! You're a fucking child, and an immature one at that! You're in no shape to take care of a child."

"I'm going to try to do the best I can."

"Honey, we'll help you." Sharon assures him.

"No the hell we won't! Stan got himself into this mess."

"You act like I did this on purpose!"

"You probably did, just to get under my skin. Good job because it worked!"

"Dad, you're being very unreasonable!" Stan cries. "I said it was an accident, I never planned for this to happen!"

"You planned for it to happen when you had unprotected sex with that girl."

"I never had unprotected sex with her."

"Bull shit Stan! I wasn't born yesterday, I know how babies are conceived."

"Then you should know that accidents can happen…even when using protection."

"Not if you're careful and responsible which you obviously weren't."

"There's not getting through to you is there?"

"Stan honey, please calm down." Sharon tells her son. "I don't want you to get upset." She shoots Randy a warning look. "You need to calm down too. He's only human Randy. He's entitled to making a mistake."

"Sharon, have you been listening? It's been one mistake after another with this kid. I can't deal with it. I hope you're planning to marry this girl."

"Of course dad, she's the love of my life. But we're going to wait until after college."

"What the hell makes you think you're going to have time for college? You're going to be busy working and taking care of your child. College is out for you."

"But dad, I want to go to college."

"It's too late, you should've thought about that. You're just going to have to put college on the back burner for a long while."

"Can't we come to some kind of compromise?"

"Absolutely not! This discussion is over! I don't want to talk about it for the rest of the night. Now everyone eat." Randy sits back down and goes back to eating. Stan stares at him teary eyed. Sharon and Shelly look at Randy. Stan gets up and runs out the front door.

Sharon looks concerned. "Maybe I should go after him."

"Let him go."

"Randy, I think you were a little too hard on him."

"I don't think I was hard enough. Something is really wrong with that boy. I think he's on drugs or something." Shelly starts laughing. "I'm serious."

"Why would you say that Randy?"

"Because I think it's true. He's been acting very strange lately. He's lost a lot of weight and not to mention the fact he's all bruised up. He's probably been getting beat up by his drug dealer."

"I don't think he's on drugs. I just think he's really stressed and depressed."

"I don't buy it. But I'll tell you what though, things for him are going to change around here."

"Like what?"

"You'll find out when he does."

Moments later, Stan is running. He stops for a minute to catch his breath. He starts up again until he reaches Wendy's house. He starts pounding on the door. Moments later Wendy answers the door wearing nothing but a bathrobe. "God damnit Stan, why the fuck are you knocking on the door like you're the police or something?"

Stan starts sobbing. "I have to talk to you…"

"Did I summon you? How many times do I have to tell you not to come over unless I tell you to? And what have I told you about that crying? Stop it!"

"I know, and I'm sorry. I just really need to talk."

"Why didn't you go talk to your boyfriend Kyle?"

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Whatever. I don't have time to talk to you right now. I'm tired. I was in the middle of a nap before you came." She turns to leave, but Stan grabs her arm. "Have you lost your fucking mind?" She raises her hand.

"I'm sorry Wendy. Please just give me a few minutes of your time. That's all I need."

"I really think that whatever it is can wait and if it can't then go see your boyfriend or your other girlfriend."

"Don't be like that Wendy."

Wendy rolls her eyes. "You have five minutes. What the hell do you want?"

"Can I come inside?"

"You're lucky I'm even talking to you. So tell me what the hell you want. You've just lost 15 seconds."

Stan sighs. "I told my parents everything. About trigonometry, the football team, and the baby."

"And?"

"My mom is being supportive, but my dad flipped."

"Your father is crazy, what did you expect?"

"He thinks I'm very irresponsible and immature and that I don't know anything about kids."

Wendy taps her foot impatiently. "I'm waiting for you to get to the part that's not true."

"I don't think it is. He also told me I have to put school on the back burner for a while. You know how badly I want to go to college. I really wanted to go to University of Colorado."

"Ok, this "needing to talk" has become a bitch fest. I don't want to hear it. You brought this shit all on yourself."

"I didn't think you would get pregnant so soon."

"Well whatever. I guess you're going to blame me for you failing trig too?"

"No I'm not."

"Good because you're to blame."

"I know, I just hate that I'm off the team. I was hoping to go to the NFL one day." Wendy bursts into a fit of laughter. "What?"

"Stan, do you honestly think you're that good at football? Dude, you suck."

"Well I think I'm good enough. With enough training and practice I could get better."

"No you really couldn't. You playing pro football is just a silly kid's dream. You need to grow up and leave it there."

Stan thinks for a minute. "But it's something I really want to do and-"

"You're wasting my time Stan. I think your five minutes are up. Go home!"

"Can you please be a supportive girlfriend for once?"

"What the hell do you think I'm being? You're such an ungrateful little bastard! Get the hell off of my porch!"

She tries to close the door on him, but Stan sticks his foot in the doorway. "Wendy, I really need your support."

"I've had about enough of you!" She raises her hand again when suddenly Token comes to the front door wearing nothing but boxers.

"Damn Wendy, are we going to finish this or what?"

Stan looks at Wendy, then Token, then at Wendy again. He then looks down and shakes his head.

Don't forget to R&R. Chapter 10 coming soon!