Stanley Pines

In high school, you weren’t exactly popular. You were a nerd, you liked your space and you disliked spotlight. but bullies saw you as an insecure vulnerable baby who’s too shy to report them to the principal.

Everyday, the bullying got worse. Today was the most painful.

You were walking class to class, and apparently two of your bullies were skipping. You tried walking as fast as possible past them, but they still recognized your face. Before you can rush any faster, they give you a hard shove to your back. You drop your books, the air knocked out of you from that hard hit. You turn quickly and stare ay the two assholes.

“Thought we wouldn’t see ya? You’re hard to miss, dumbass. I smelt ya from across the hall” One of them teases. Hey, that didn’t hurt, like at all. So you start to try to walk off, when they grab you by your hair, and yank you down, causing you to drop to your knees. Now that hurt. You can’t run off anymore , if you do again they’ll probably do something worse.

“What do you want? leave me alone, I don’t even know you.” You defend yourself, staring up at the two with pure hatred. “But we know you.” The second one laughs, looking down at you. “You’re a nerdy, lonely, useless virgin, who will die before they ever hear the words I love you come out of anyone’s mouth but your slut mother” He speaks, laughing between his words, his shit eating smirk glowing .

You feel hurt. But quickly, that sadness turns into anger. You stand up quickly, and you react out of pure instinct. Your fist moves, punching the guy in the face. Your fists lands on his cheek, and he looks shocked as it registers you’re actually fighting back. He looks pissed. Suddenly, he grabs you, and slams you against the nearest wall. “You shouldn’t have done that, bitch.” he says with a deep voice full of rage, and his fist raises. He mutters swear words, too mad to think of a clever joke.

You brace yourself, Covering your face with your hands. This is gonna hurt like hell. It’s gonna be so much more embarrassing to walk around with bruises, you should’ve just let him shit talk you. You give up, letting it happen.

When suddenly, a fist comes towards the bully’s face. You gasp, and look up at the boy you saved your poor face from a punch. And you see… Stanley Pines? The no brain muscle head? Why’d he do this?

He looks pissed, eyebrows furrowed and big hands in fists. He seems to know how to punch, because the bully already has a red glowing cheek and he’s holding back tears. The bully stands. “Woah! What do you want , dickhea—“ The bully tries to speak, but is cut off with another punch from Stan. This time, Stan goes for the nose. Immediately, blood falls from the bully’s nose and onto the white floor.

The bully groans as he’s hit, and falls back down right on his ass. “Yeah? You wanna finish what you were gonna say, bitch?” Stanley laughed, pissed, and he was amazing at looking intimidating. His chest puffed out, his knuckles bloody, his posture broad. You even felt the urge to run away. “Say it, buddy! Tell me what’s on your mind, pussy.” Stanley says with a deep voice, like if the word threatening became a person.

Stan leans down, face to face with the bloody boy on the floor. With a death glare in his brown eyes, he speaks deeply. “Go on. Say something.”

The bully, red streaming from his nose, gasps and jumps up. He reacts on instinct “You’re fucking crazy!” The bully yells as he sprints in the opposite direction.

Stan chuckles under his breath, a shit eating smirk on his lips, and he looks down at you. His brown eyes are softened now, he’s no longer a threat, just a sweet boy who knows how to land a hit. “You alright, sugar?” His gravelly voice speaks, adrenaline still in his chest, and damn, you can even hear it. He’s breathy, smooth, and shaky all at once. He even speaks more slower and gentler. He wasn’t touched once, he doesn’t have a single bruise. It’s kinda worrisome how he turned from a violent animal to a gentleman.