ManEater
Chapter 3: Everyone's a little gay if they let themselves be
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Slammed against a wall with Porsha body pressing against his, Kyle wondered how he even got there in the first place.
Backtracking to the events he found it was all a blur. Even his vision was doubled. Porshas lips drew closers, and closer, and…
"Dude." he pushed her off and immediately clutched his aching head, while she toppled to the floor.
"What the fuck" she hissed, hair in her face. "I'm just trying to kiss you"
He paused, collected himself, . "Y-yea, I know." He stammered, 'I- just got…" He paused. "….surprised? That's all."
Instantaneously accepting this, she grabbed him again "Its okay baby." She smiled slyly, "You're just so beautiful tonight." Slammed against the bed, Porsha greedily crawled on top.
Unfortunately, Kyle just wasn't in the mood. It was like a dog attacking meat with no chance to fend for itself. Porsha simply ravaged him while he just felt sick, the vodka whirling in his body and fogging his vision. "Porsha…" he groaned, "Yea baby. " her grin flashed in the darkness as she forced off his pants. "just shut up, lay down and be comfortable"
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So how was it….?" Stan muttered.
"It was…. Good? I think. I don't really remember much." Kyle scratched his head of curly locks. "I just remember being on the bed"
Stans gut twisted. Was he feeling jealous? "I don't even know why you went off with her. You didn't even want her!"
"I know." Kyle mumbled, looking thoroughly as confused as Stan. He glanced at the watch. "I gotta go to class."
"Oh, how convenient."
"Oh come on Stan, as if I want to hear you bitching at me for the next 20 minutes."
"You didn't even WANT HER"
"Stan I know god dammit, ok?" he slammed his locker shut. "I don't even remember shit, she got me so drunk. Besides. I told you I wanted to leave but you and Bebes tits were having a really interesting conversation and…"
"Screw you"
Kyle groaned to the ceiling. He was being unreasonable again. Stan tended to do that, like that time when Kyle and Wendy were partnered for an egg project, and Stan felt insanely threatened. As if Kyle was going to hit on her or something.
"Porsha sucks!"
"then don't sleep with her!"
"You're so damn jealous ." He stormed away while Stan just stood by the lockers, feeling stupid as he pouted as a child.
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Stupid Porsha.
He couldn't help it though, the aggravation was building up that entire night. Seeing Kyle get drunker, seeing Porsha get seedier. Her hands on him, touching him. Him touching her…
Whatever.
Kenny slammed his lunch tray down, "What's UP."
"Oh." He blinked realizing he was in the cafeteria for lunch. "Hi."
"Why yes. Yes I am."
Stan frowned as he dug into his 8-course lunch with a dazed expression "drugs are bad Kenny."
"Oh I'm sorry. I'll just stop doing them shall I?" Ripping open the jello, he slurped it down.
With a sigh, he laid back down into his arms, managing to block off everything except Kennys loud slurping and chewing.
"You know." Kenny chomped. "You shouldn't drink so much."
"Why? I wasn't that bad last night."
"You passed out on top of Bebes tits."
"Oh."
"You're like you're dad." He tutted. "A born drunk." He reached into a bag of potato chips, "Anyway, you always end up doing something you regret when you're drunk. But that's ok, because you never remember it."
"No I don't."
"How do you know? You never remember it."
"Just shut the hell up you stupid poor piece of crap." He muffled into his arms, trying desperately to block out his stupid voice. Kenny, deeply offended, narrowed his eyes.
"Oh Ok. I guess poor pieces of shit like me don't remember freaky freeways that occurred between a certain me, and a certain Bebe and a certain you-"
Stans head immediately snapped up. "What?"
"I was just saying.." Another handful of chips, he spoke in between munches. "You me and Bebe had a freaky freeway at her birthday party. That's all."
Stan bore an incredulous expression. "Yea, you fuckin' heard me. And you don't remember because you were so incredibly drunk."
Angry and confused, Stans eyes narrowed into little slits. "No I didn't." he growled.
"Yes you did. " Kenny smiled. "Ask Kyle."
Like a bag of bricks to the head, Stan felt dizzy, sick, confused, blurry. The hangover had come back in full swing. "WHAT?"
"Yea We tried to get him to join in and all.. "Kenny was clearly enjoying this. "I stroked his legs, bebe rubbed against him, and you even tried to kiss him."
"WHAT!?"
"But he just sat on the bed, like awkward and shit." He licked his lips, "too bad too, Bebe was real disappointed "
He clawed at his hair desperately. "WHAT?"
Kenny gave a smug and reassuring pat on the back. "Dude Stan, everyone's a little gay if they let themselves be."