Over
"I'm going to stay around forever, Craig!" Kyle yelled, emerald eyes narrowing and glaring straight back into light blue ones. Craig rolled his eyes, folding his arms and leaning back against the door.
"I know that, Kyle. But you left it until a week later to inform me you were fucking off to California? For college! We were going to go the same college, for fuck sake Kyle. What happened? Plans change? Stan get you pregnant?" Craig's eyes swam in fury. "What!?"
Kyle backed away a bit, bumping into the desk and knocking his hip. He hissed slightly but ignored the pain, focusing on the boy in front of him. "It was supposed to be easy that way, Craig," He explained, his voice rasped and low, "So I didn't have to wait months to see you lower yourself, emo yourself and turn into what Stan was.."
Craig rolled his eyes, "Stan, Stan, Stan." He hissed, exaggerating the words with hand movements and eye twitches. Craig was royally pissed and had had enough. So had Kyle.
"Get out then, Craig.. Don't like it? Then get out." He whispered, his heart twisting at his words as he lowered his eye sight to the ground.
Craig raised his fist, opening it and giving Kyle the finger before walking out.
It was then Kyle realised that would be the last fight.
It would be the last time.
It was over.