Author's Note: XD Wow. I wasn't expecting to get such surprised reactions. I thought the title for the previous chapter kinda gave away what was going to happen. This chapter, however, contains the real surprise that I've had planned since the beginning. (By the way, to andrew, this is definitely NOT a gay, perverted story. I'm not even quite sure what you mean by that.)
Every single person that was standing in the hallway during that time had flocked around Kyle and Kenny. Many people cheered them on and encouraged them by whistling and hollering out various things such as "LET'S SEE SOME TONGUE!" and "TAKE HIS SHIRT OFF!" Everyone else watched silently, enticed by the plain fact that the two boys were still actually going at it.
They separated from one another after everyone else finally started to quiet down. Kenny stared at Kyle blankly.
"What the fuck was that for?" Kenny broke the tension with his question. There were no signs of anger or disgust in his voice. He just really wanted to know why Kyle randomly decided to jam his tongue down his throat out of nowhere.
Kyle drew his arms back to his side. He looked around at the kids in the crowd, each with enthusiastic expressions on their faces, ready to hear the excuse that Kyle was about to come up with.
"Because…" his mind drew a blank, but then he remembered the explanation he had given Stan the other day when he was asked about the rat costume. "…it was a dare."
"Oh," Kenny simply reacted. "Okay." He picked up his backpack that was lying on the ground next to his locker. "By the way," he added just as he was about to leave. "I liked the way your kosher lips tasted."
Kyle looked down in embarrassment, and by the time his eyes moved up again, Kenny was already gone. He stood motionless in the awkward atmosphere with everyone surrounding him. He couldn't bear to face anybody, especially Cartman, whose laughter he could hear from all the way down the hall.
He pushed his way out of the horde of children. Everyone watched in amazement as he ran away, but they dispersed when the morning bell rang.
"Wow, there goes my shot with Kyle," Bebe said, walking alongside Wendy, "and Kenny, if I was ever that desperate. We all know what a whore he can be."
"They're not gay, Bebe," Wendy corrected her, though she was still hardly able to think straight after witnessing what had just happened. "He said it was just a dare. I'm sure Cartman put him up to it."
"I dunno," Bebe disagreed. "It looked pretty convincing to me, like they were both enjoying it or something."
Wendy contemplated the possibility that Kyle was, in fact, gay, but she couldn't come to the conclusion that it was true. She knew that nobody in their right mind would ever agree to do something that humiliating unless there were some other reasons behind it. She just couldn't seem to figure out what those reasons could possibly be. She became so lost in her own thoughts that she was no longer paying attention to where she was walking, and she collided right into somebody walking in the opposite direction. The force from the crash knocked her right to the ground.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry, Wendy!" Kyle apologized frantically. He offered his hand in order to help her up.
"It's okay, I wasn't watching where I was going," she admitted. She extended her arm out and grabbed onto Kyle's hand. He tightened his grip around Wendy's hand as he pulled her off of the ground.
"Thanks," she said softly.
"Don't mention it," Kyle replied in an equally meager fashion.
Their eyes diverted from one another and moved toward their hands that were intertwined. Kyle felt the butterflies fluttering about in his stomach. And as much as wanted to keep holding on, to savor the nervous energy that was so beautiful and wonderful, he knew that he just couldn't. He released his hand from Wendy's and hid it behind his back.
"Sorry," he whispered, blushing profusely.
Wendy watched him carefully and secretly wondered why he was even apologizing in the first place. She realized that her cheeks were getting warm as well. "Um, we're going to be late to class," she advised him.
The two hurried into the classroom, neither one making eye contact again. Mr. Garrison came in shortly afterward. "Okay, settle down, children," Mr. Garrison attempted to quiet down his noisy students. "Jesus, what's all the fuss about?"
"Kyle kissed Kenny!" Butters blurted out.
"What?" Mr. Garrison wasn't sure if he was hearing him correctly.
"I-It's true!" Butters tried to convince him. "I saw it myself! I was just mindin' my own business, gettin' a drink from the water fountain, when all of a sudden, I saw Kyle and Kenny startin' to m-make out."
Mr. Garrison tilted his head to the side. "You don't say?"
"I just did, sir," Butters confirmed. "Personally, I'm just glad that I'm not the only bi-curious kid around here."
The class erupted into laughter. Mr. Garrison took out his ruler. "Alright, alright, that's enough!" he bellowed as he whacked the ruler against his desk. "The next person that starts to laugh again has to whack my ass with this." He slapped the ruler back and forth in his hands several times. Everyone quickly fell silent.
"That's better. Now, before we start today's lesson, I…" he paused when he saw a hand go up. "Yes, Kyle?"
"May I please be excused?" Kyle pleaded. He kept his eyes looking down at his desk.
"Well, I suppose, as long as you're not planning to cut class so you can go make out with some other boy in the hallway," Mr. Garrison joked, to a certain extent.
Kyle pushed his desk so that his chair slid away from it. He jumped down and started to storm out of the room.
"I'm sorry, Kyle, I don't have anything against homosexuals!" Mr. Garrison called after him just before he shut the door behind him. "Well…let's just get back to our schoolwork now, shall we?"
"Dude, Mr. Garrison, can I be excused too?" Stan called out, raising his hand.
Mr. Garrison sighed impatiently. "Fine, just hurry the hell up."
"Thank you," Stan said as he exited. He peered down the long corridor, but both sides were completely empty. He strolled along the walkway, trying to figure out where Kyle could be hiding. After a few minutes of wandering around aimlessly, he decided it would probably be a good idea to head back to class.
Just as he was about to go back inside, he heard the sound of a door creaking open. He looked around. "Kyle?" he called. He rushed in the direction of the sound, stopping in front of the janitor's closet. "Kyle? Is that you? Dude, it's me."
The door swung open, and there was Kyle, standing inside, appearing as if he had just been crying. He looked at Stan with glassy eyes. "What?"
"Dude, what's going on? Why have you been acting so weird lately?" Stan asked, sounding more concerned than annoyed.
Kyle wasn't sure what to say. All he knew was that he had to avoid telling him the truth by any means necessary. "I don't know what you're talking about, dude."
"Goddammit, Kyle, stop being so stupid! Why the fuck did you kiss Kenny? Don't tell me Cartman made you do it," Stan said crossly.
"He did," Kyle told him in all honesty.
"You're not…you're not gay, are you?" Stan asked apprehensively.
Kyle was stunned that he was sincerely asking him that question. "What?! No!" he objected.
"Then, dude, why can't you just tell me what's really going on?" Stan persisted with his questions. "I thought we were best friends."
"Of course we are!" Kyle screamed, hurt that Stan would ever think otherwise. "And that's exactly fucking why I can't tell you what's actually going on!"
Stan started to feel betrayed as well. All he wanted was for Kyle to open up to him. "Just tell me, dude." he implored.
Kyle drew in a long breath and exhaled slowly. "Okay. A couple days ago, Cartman came up to me and told me that he found out something about me that I didn't want anyone to know."
Stan listened intently. He noticed that Kyle was fidgeting a bit as he talked.
"So I made a deal with him that I would do whatever he wanted, as long as he wouldn't tell anyone," Kyle confessed.
Stan now had a puzzled look on his face. "But…what was so important that you had to keep a secret from everyone? Including me."
Kyle twisted inside, uncertain if he should just come out with it, or continue with the facade that had been going on over the past few days. His heart sunk. He couldn't keep lying to his best friend like this. It was now or never.
"I like Wendy."