Rating: T for this chapter- Swearing and shit. (Gasp!)

A/N: 'Kay so this stories back on track since you guys were enjoying it. :) And I agree that it would be a good and fun idea to develop a deeper depth to the storyline than just an excuse for me to write about Mark and Stan having sex. So it's going to involve Maggie and Alex, Mark's spirit path, Ned and somewhat of a relationship between Stan and Mark if the boys can work things out. ;) We'll see how it goes. :P

P.S; Just for your information, because of the whole Stan-blowing-Mark thing at the party, the Mark-kissing-Scarlett thing never happened. And Maggie is still attracted to Mark, since she obviously doesn't know that it's her father and she doesn't think he's a pervert. But I'm not into incest, so nothing like that is going to happen. Okay, enjoy!

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Mark slammed the door of Ned's mansion-like house shut behind him. Frustrated, angry and hurt; Mark did the only reasonable thing. He headed for the kitchen. Emptying the contents of the kitchen fridge and cupboards out onto the island table, he stuffed his face with anything and everything, not caring how it tasted or what exactly it was.

"Mike? How come you're not at school?" Came Ned's inquisitive voice, Mark turned to face him with an exasperated look. Mayonnaise dripping from the corner of his lip, he sighed. "Bad day?" Ned asked sympathetically, looking up at the clock to his right and noting that it was barely past 11:30 in the morning.

"Ned. You have no idea." Mark sighed, putting some sort of monster sandwich down on the side and releasing the crisps he crunched up, ready to shove in his mouth, onto the table as well. Ned's face held a look of horror, Mark had already trashed his house once, he really didn't fancy cleaning it up for a second time.

"I told you not to go back to high school. Didn't I tell you?" Ned rambled, shaking his head as he picked up a tub of butter, placing it back into the fridge, followed by whipped cream and other contents. "Do you wanna' talk about it?" Mark raised his index finger, chewing with mouth-aching speed. A loud breath of air was released after Mark swallowed.

"I don't know what that was, but I don't think it'll be inside me for long." Mark muttered, holding his stomach. "Ned, I think I'm drifting from my spirit guides path and I'm not sure how to find my way back." Mark's voice lowered here, adding something for only his ears."Not sure I wanna' find my way back." He frowned, a look of discomfort sweeping over his features. "Oof, I think that onions making a come back."

Ned closed his eyes with disgust for a moment, willing the sudden feeling of nausea away. Mark burped, loudly. The smell hit Ned not a few seconds later from across the table, his face wincing into repugnance. "Maybe you should go see your children. Get back on the path." Ned encouraged, thinking that as long as Mike's out of his house, he doesn't really care. Mark nodded slowly, thinking things through.

He should definitely go see how his daughter is, especially after just fucking her ex-boyfriend. He'll keep that information to himself, though. He wouldn't want Maggie thinking she'd turned Stan gay or anything and he definitely didn't want Maggie to start hating him. The whole point of this was to get closer to his children, he didn't want to jeopardize his spirit path or whatever the fuck it was.

"You know what, you're right. I should go see them." Mark smiled, brushing crumbs from his shirt and hastily grabbing his car keys from the side, he turned to leave.

"Uh, Mike!" Ned called after him, Mark faced his best friend, "You uh, have a little something.." Ned pointed a finger towards his own lips for insinuation.

"Mm." Mark grunted as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "Thanks, talk to you later." And with that, he shut the door a little less angrily and hopped into his car.

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As Mark arrived back at the school parking lot, he hoped he wouldn't run into Stan. It's hardly likely they'll be exchanging words after what happened between them only an hour or so ago, though. Mark could only imagine how awkward the atmosphere between them will be from now on. Besides, that's it now, all Stan wanted to do was tick off another guy from his bucket list; 'spose he'll want nothing more to do with Mark now.

Locking his car door with a click of the finger, he shoved his keys into his front pocket and, clutching his books at his side, walked heavily to his next lesson that he was fourty-five minutes late for. By the time he arrived outside his classroom door, there was merely five minutes left between end of lesson and lunch. So he decided to just loiter in the corridor, hopefully catching Maggie on her way out.

The bell chimed ear-bleedingly throughout the corridors and the classroom door swung open, releasing loud banter of conversations as the teenagers poured through the doorway. Mark caught a glimpse of Maggie's dark, auburn hair swaying between blonde curls and silky, brunette locks. He raced after her, reaching her just before the corner.

"Hey." He breathed, standing in his daughters path and halting her friends sassy strides.

"Hey, Mark." Maggie returned the greeting a little warily with a hesitant smile. Mark didn't exactly know what he was going to say when he decided to talk to his daughter. He probably should of rehearsed something before hand, he doesn't do well with free styling conversation.

So with a stutter, Mark said, "Uh, I was just wondering if you wanted to get lunch with me?" He didn't quite understand why he was feeling nervous, after all this was his daughter. But then, this was his daughter who was surrounded by her friends and whose boyfriend - ex boyfriend, Mark noted - he had recently just had sex with. Who wouldn't be nervous?

Maggie's smile grew wider, muttering something to her friends about meeting up after lunch hour and with a nod, both blonde curls and silky brunette left.
"Sure." Maggie replied moments later, eyes bright.

"Great." Mark smiled, feeling his hands twitch nervously at his sides, hoping that the books he had tucked under his arm wouldn't fall; he secured his grip. He gestured his free hand to walk on to the caffeteria. "So.. er, how are you doing?" Maggie's brown eyes looked up at him in wonder for a second - before realising what Mark meant. She returned her eyes to watching where she was going in the busy corridor filled with rushing students.

"Oh, you mean about the Stan thing? Yeah, fine. I mean, obviously upset. But, fine." She shrugged. Avoiding eye contact, she glimpsed back up toward Mark who was staring straight ahead with a solemn expression set on his features. "What about you?"

"What?" Mark replied after a slight pause.

"How are you doing?" There was a some what of sincere care in Maggie's tone, Mark didn't know whether that was just one of Maggie's traits or if she just really cared about how he was. It was at this point that Mike realised he hardly knows his daughter at all. He thought about her question deeply, he honestly didn't know how to answer it. He'd be lying to her if he told her he was great or okay. He'd be lying to her if he told her that he was doing just fine and everything was going fantastically. But if that was lying, then what was the truth?

That he was depressed, upset, nervous, angry. He couldn't tell his daughter that, because it would open up a whole lot of questions that he doesn't want to answer to his daughter: Depressed because he was slowly realising how much of a shitty father he's been. Upset because he had sex with an immature boy who he genuinely thought he could be more to, but then angry with himself for doing such a reckless thing and thinking that it was alright to do, simply because he was seventeen again. And nervous because.. because what if everyone some how found out the real truth? That he was Mike O'Donnell. Thirty-seven year old, Mike O'Donnell.

He shook himself out of his thoughts to find a confused looking Maggie staring up at him in the middle of an empty corridor. Remembering the original question, Mark chose his only option; he lied, "I'm awesome." A smile forced onto his lips. Maggie nodded, stepping back to his side and continuing on towards the caffeteria. With a last turn of a corner, they arrived, peering into the door where over a hundred students were buying or already eating their lunch - the more sensible ones anyway. The noise that emenated from inside the cafeteria was extremely boisterous. Mark couldn't see Stan anywhere, he supposed that he might've stayed at home from the rest of day.

"You hungry or..?" Maggie's quiet voice muttered close to his ear, he noticed that they were currently just standing and possibly looking like idiots in the center of the doorway.

"Oh, no not really. Already eaten. But if you are..?"

"No, I bought my lunch earlier." Maggie replied with a bright smile, "shall we just go sit outside then?" Mark took a last look inside the cafeteria, a boy with blonde hair was chucking a basketball up into the air, over and over; it took a moment for Mark to realise that it was in fact, Stan.

"Yeah, outside sounds good." Mark replied a little too enthusiastically that it startled Maggie slightly. Side-stepping his daughter, Mark headed quickly off down the corridor to the nearest exit, hearing Maggie muttering words like: 'Wait' or 'Hang on' but Mark kept walking, a hint of guilt tingling through his veins. Once he reached outside, he slowed up and turned to find Maggie looking at him with a suspicious expression.

"You okay?" Her eyebrows were scrunched down, emphasising the confusion in her tone.

"Yeah, sorry. Uh, Stan's in there, the cafeteria.. I thought that maybe you wouldn't want to see him." Liar, Mark told himself, inwardly bitch-slapping his face.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were avoiding him." Maggie laughed quietly, sarcasm evident. Awkward.. More inward bitch-slapping commenced.

"Haha, yeah. Probably looked that way, huh?" He improvised, chuckling nervously. The urge to outwardly bitch-slap himself becoming extremely tempting, but he would restrain himself, at least until he was alone. Mark watched as Maggie pulled a chicken-mayo sandwich from her back-pack which reminded him of the onion-something-and-mayo sandwich he'd had earlier, his face wrinkled from the taste. It hadn't been very nice, but when Mark gets hungry he really doesn't seem to care. Thoughts like: I wonder what she really thinks about me.. and does she really hate me? Began to trail through Mark's mind, he decided to try and find out. "I saw your dad at my dads place the other day."

Maggie looked up at Mark with chipmunk cheeks filled with chewed up bread and chicken, she nodded her head in acknowledgement since she couldn't answer. They silently decided to walk aimlessly around the school site. After a large swallow Maggie replied, "He's kind of a dick." Burn, Mark's mind provoked himself.

"Why'd you think that?"

"Because he hardly bothered with me as I was growing up. He came and went as he pleased, you know?" Maggie paused as if replaying a certain memory through her head, "I hardly feel like I know the guy, I mean he came to see me and Alex, went and took us to a childs ice cream store thinking that it was still my favourite place to go, from when I was five." Maggie chuckled.

"Oh. He really is a dick." Mark comprehended. "What if he started to make more effort to get to know you, do you think you'd want to?"

"I don't know, maybe." She shrugged, chucking her empty sandwich packet in the nearest bin. "Why do you care, anyway?" She asked, her tone light and barely interested.

"Just wondering."

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As Stan tossed the basketball up into the air over and over, he found his mind wondering back, for the sixth time - yes, he counted - since he got back to school, to his earlier activity with Mark this morning. He had it all planned out in his head: seduce him, fuck him, ditch him. Done, dusted, nothing more. But he just couldn't let it go. It's not just the sex, though. Yeah, the sex was alright, can't blame the guy for not blowing Stan's mind on his first try.

He's had a hell of a lot better, that should be a lot more memorable.. but it seemed the only thing clouding his mind was Mark. The hurt in Mark's voice as he stormed out of Stan's bedroom this morning didn't go unnoticed by him, far from it since Stan couldn't stop replaying his words. Should a guy really think about this so much? Stan found himself questioning.

He blamed Mark. It's all Mark's fault that he was beginning to act like some obsessive chick. I should go find him, Stan decided as the basketball landed securely back between his palms. Yeah, I should apologi- no. No that'd make me sound like a chick. Fuck it. Stan whistled to one of his team mates who responded all to quickly, he launched the ball towards the brown haired boy who he fucked last semester. Well trained, Stan couldn't help but humor himself. He set off, weaving through the noisy crowd of people cluttering the cafeteria.

He searched the bathrooms nearest to him, the classrooms and the court. No Mark in sight and it was just about time for Stan's next period. All this trouble for one guy? Stan sighed resentfully, I bet he's doing this on purpose. Somehow. Bastard. It was at this point that Stan heard a familiar giggle that scraped through his ears like gravel, despite his instincts Stan followed the noise, leading him around a corner. Well if he looks at it this way, he found Mark. With his ex-girlfriend. Awkward.

"Stan." Maggie stated nervously, surprised with his presence. He eyed her with distaste, after seeing her lead Mark off into a room at the party that the Principal crashed, he's begun to have a strong dislike for her. And not to mention the rejection she landed on him. But that's old news, Stan wanted to know why they were hanging out now. He saw from the corner of his eyes that Mark was fidgeting slightly. "What do you want?"

"Nothing from you." Stan turned his attention to an anxious looking Mark, "Freedman, you got a minute?" His voice was rough, uncaring; keeping up appearances.

"Uh, actually I think I better be heading off to cla-"

"It'll only take a second." Stan interjected. Maggie glared towards Stan, all fluffy blonde hair and sexy bad boy swag, before looking over at Mark and smiling. Kinda nerdy, but she'd still jump him cause he's caring and.. well he's a hot kind of nerd.

"See you later, Mark." She smiled softly before sauntering off back inside, heading towards her next period. Mark and Stan both watched her leave before turning back towards one another. They stared at each other in silence for a few moments; blue battling blue, both waiting for the other to speak first, both daring the other to speak first.

"You're turning me into a chick." Stan blurted without thinking, immediatly regretting it.

"What?" Mark questioned incredulously, thinking he'd heard wrong but from the worried look on Stan's face, he decided he hadn't.

"Nevermind." Shaking his head, Stan took a step closer. "Look, about this morning-"

"How about we just leave it, yeah?" Mark turned to leave but was abruptly spun back around by a tight grip above his elbow, their heads only a few inches from each others. The close proximity between them was making Mark uncomfortable, even Stan could tell that. He was tempted to just lean forward and kiss him; fuck words let's just have sex. But he knew that wouldn't solve anything, given that Mark would even allow Stan to take it that far again. Mark seemed like the emotional type that was all about doing things because of feelings, and Stan didn't think being horny counted as a reasonable enough feeling for Mark.

"Fuck, I'm horny." Stan closed his eyes and cringed, he hated his tendancy to just blurt whatever he was thinking.

"We just had sex this morning, seriously? Even I have more self control than that." Mark sighed, shaking his head, "That's all it's about with you, isn't it? Sex." Noticing that his arm was still in Stan's grip, he yanked it away. "You're so fucking one-minded." Mark, once again, turned to leave, except this time he was stopped by Stan shouting.

"Mark, just wait a second! Jesus, could you at least take it into consideration that I actually took the time to find you?" Stan's voice was dignified, hoping that Mark wouldn't walk away from him for a second time today, it's just not the way it's supposed to work. "Do you know how long it took to find you?" Stan added, maybe a sympathey vote was in the picture. But all Stan received was a quiet laugh.

"You know, maybe you should think about taking into consideration peoples feelings, instead of just thinking about yourself all the time." Mark muttered, but loud enough so Stan heard, then he continued to walk away, determined not to turn back around if Stan said anything else.

Stan's mouth fell into a frown, his fingers curling into tight balls, trying to keep himself from punching something, or someone, even if the idea was tempting. Maybe he'd find that O'Donnell kid and take it out on him. No, he can't do that, that'd just piss Mark off even more, he remembered that last time that happened in the middle of the cafeteria. God that damaged his ego and his reputation slightly. Wouldn't matter, he's fucked everyone he hangs around with, almost. Either way, he could just blackmail them with other secrets that they're so stupid to spill. But not outwardly, he'd do it subtly; manipulative, he's always been good that.

It's just too bad that Mark Freedman seems smarter than the rest of the others. What's so God damn intriguing about Mark anyway? Why's he so special? All the other guys didn't even phase him after they fucked, it was simple and satisfying. Most of the time, anyway. Hearing the warning bell ring, Stan huffed off to his next class with a heavy sigh. He'll probably just spend the lesson obsessing over Mark and how to at least get the guy to hear him out.

Oh, fun.

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A/N: And the moral of this chapter is: Becareful who you fuck, cause you might just start falling for them. (Gasp!) ;) Whoopsie Stan, looks like you gotta' work for this guy. Muahaha.

Anyway, What'd you think? Good idea/bad idea to continue it? At least from what you've read so far. :P