Stan threated to boil over, seated with eyes pointed daggers and tongue flicking at the back of his teeth like a kindling flame. The school's head cheerleader stood in a violet coat, the sleeves hugging her arms crossed across her chest. Her toe tapped beneath the table in a pair of white snow boots, reaching up to her mid calve to meet with black denim jeans.

"Oh," She said shifting weight from one leg to the other, "I think I'm interrupting."

"Oh great," Kyle mumbled, covering his face with his hands. Kenny leaned forward to rest his elbows on the tabletop, side eyeing the end of the table.

"Whoa check it out, Stan," he snuck another fry from Kyle's tray. "Tater tots are back on the menu."

"Ha-ha, Kenny. Fucking hilarious," She cast the comment aside to eye the steaming jock and his friend.

"Fuck off, Wendy." Stan said, turning to the tray before him. "I don't want to talk to you."

"Shame," She said tilting her head to try and see the jock's eyes, "but I guess I can't make you. So I'll just talk to Kyle."

She sat on Kenny's side and hugged the farthest corner away from the trio. She took in a deep breath and cleared her throat. "I'm sorry about what happened with the guys, Kyle."

The Jew's head perked up at her words, though did not want to turn to her. "What I did was…admittedly childish. " She turned to look over the rest of the lunchroom and scanned the many other tables; "I went into total bitch mode when I heard about…you and Stan."

Kyle felt Stan's side twitch against him, turning to see his best friend fuming and burning holes into the tray. Seemingly at risk of lashing out at the girl.

"I remembered that I still had your number and…well it to the team and told them you were the reason we broke up."

Kyle deadpanned, "Well, that explains it."

"Wait, she did what?" Kenny's grin dropped along with the fry in his fingers at the confession before turning to her with narrowed eyes, "You did what?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm a total bitch, you can say it," Wendy sighed. "I'm here to apologize. More out of seer shame than so you and Stan won't come at me screaming hollow warnings and insults later."

Stan turned to meet her stare, gripping the ends of the table. "And what makes you think giving Kyle some petty apology would stop me?" He growled through barred teeth.

Wendy leaned back in her seat uncomfortably, dropping her gaze to the table. "I know it won't, but I can spot my mistakes and learn from them. It's what high school is for, right? Making mistakes and learning from them?"

Kenny chuckled bitterly, "Awfully Holy than thou today."

"You know, this isn't for either of you," She stated not looking up before turning back to Kyle, "You don't have to accept it, Kyle. I honestly don't expect you to given our relationship to the matter. I just want you to know that I am sorry, truly."

The table was quiet then; the tension in its surrounding atmosphere created a soundproof bubble, blocking out the mixture of voices in the cafeteria. Kenny watched Kyle's expression, searching his eyes for anything only to find the Jew turning to Stan, whom held his glare on Wendy where the three-way staring match connected back to Kyle.

"I mean, I can't." Kyle turned away from Stan to Wendy with a knit brow, "not just like that."

Wendy frowned, dropping her gaze to the table.

"But I see it took a lot to apologize for what you did and admitting to your mistake," Kyle continued awkwardly, "so even if I can't forgive you now, I do I guess commend your owning up to it."

To this, Wendy looked up with a hint of a smile on her face. "O-Oh, great."

Kenny snorted, "What the fuck even is this?"

Wendy glared at the poorer teen and cleared her throat a second time, "Alright, well I'll be going now."

Stan craned his neck, "What?"

"I'm going." She said, "If you believe that you are much happier being in a relationship with Kyle, than that is good enough for me."

"Fuck off," Stan grunted.

Kyle bit his lip, "Stan…"

"Yeah, gumdrops," Kenny added crossing his arms, "we're sick of your shit."

"Kenny…" Kyle hissed, feeling the tension increase.

"Well excuse me," Wendy's voice turning to a sharper edge, "I came over trying my best to be nice-"

"No," Stan interrupted, "You came over trying to get out of answering for your instigating and assumptions!"

"Nobody said anything about any of that!" Wendy shot back, voice cracking before sitting back down and mimicking Kenny's posture. "I came over here before god and everyone to apologize. I'm not starting any fights this time-you are."

Stan's face only seemed to tint a harsher shade of red as the hands he held in his lap balled into fists. "Wendy, I swear to god," Stan spoke low, "just yesterday you are so hung up on this… rumor."

"You don't have to hide it from me," Wendy stated, "Enjoy your lunch."

With that Wendy stood away from the table and walked off, the three boys watching as she made her way through the crowded room to sit with the football team. A few of the students stared back, some consciously not making eye contact with one of there own staring daggers back.

"Well that was uncomfortable," Kenny spoke after a moment's silence. "Why didn't either of you two tell me what she did?"

Kyle snaked a hand beneath his hat and run it through his red curls, "We figured you would have lunged at her first thing this morning," He said with a sigh, "were you not seeing how Stan's been fighting combustion just sitting here?"

"She better keep her distance," Stan said, his head resting on his arms folded on the table's surface, "that's all I'm saying."

Kyle frowned at this. He reached down and patted the steaming Stan's thigh, bringing attention to himself. "Come on, dude. It'll be fine."

Stan watched Kyle's face, a warm smile danced on his lips while his eyes searched his own waiting for his words to connect. The forest green of his irises melted away the ice that had coated his nerves in Wendy's presence. His posture relaxed, and he found his hands no longer clenched in his lap.

With a sigh Stan responded in a nod, only to find the pink beret over the many heads of the crowd.

With the last period dismissed, Craig's thumb tapped his phone's screen interrupting the track that had been on repeat. After meeting with Stan before lunch he had chosen to walk about the campus aimlessly, and spending the rest of the day in a peaceful silence.

The same thoughts however struggled with the concept of silence. Ignoring the stares he received as he turned another corner for the third time, Craig fought the fact that Stan no longer needed him-officially no longer needed him. His company was dismissed and yet-

"That mother fucker…" Craig mouthed the words passing a couple with an urge to punch a random locker.

We weren't even dating. The words hurt a bit but Craig was stubborn to see why. He figured they held merit, for he and Stan weren't in an actual relationship. Stan needed a shoulder to cry on, and Craig needed Stan. Needed.

Wanted. He sighed walking as he searched his word bank for a suitable verb to fit the mold of Stan. Craig soon found himself out in the parking lot and another cigarette lit between his lips. He knew what his feelings for Stan were, but he also knew what that would do if he were to fully commit to them.

Every thought of the muscular teen; the warmth of his truck, his natural scent, the many night spent running fingers through his disheveled hair as he let out his confusing thoughts and feelings. The ache and rasp in his voice, and the silence that followed it. That stupid grin he would get whenever he got under Craig's skin.

Not halfway through the cigarette was Craig soon joined by Token, who had apparently chosen to abandon his plans with Clyde, Bebe and the team.

"I figured a break from all that would be good," The dark-skinned teen said. "What are you up to?"

Craig watched the parking devolve into vacancy, finding himself doing so too far often. "This, I guess."

"Where's Stan?" Token asked, though with his eyes never leaving Craig's it seemed he already knew the response.

"I don't know," Craig responded, the dark smoke floating of his words mixing with the chill of the air, "and I don't care."

Token smirked, "Yeah, sure you don't." He patted Craig on the back and walked on past him towards the lot, spotting his car in the distance. "Come with me. We'll drink and you can piss and moan over getting your ass kicked in Battlefield."

Craig chuckled through a frown, but dropped his cigarette in the snow and followed Token to his Mustang. The white of the snow contrast against the slick blackness of the paint, the license plate reading TOKNBLK.

Just as Craig found himself at the passenger side door, he heard laughter back towards the school and turned grimacing. Kenny, Stan and Kyle walking off campus together. Stan probably agreed to give them a ride after school, after which he was probably going to hang out with his Jew.

Craig aggressively clutched the hand of Token's car door as he thought back to the many times he spent in that passenger seat, and slammed the door once inside at the image of Kyle taking it away.

There! Sorry for the delay and short update, if I didn't get this out I didn't think I'd get anywhere. Next update will be up before the end of the week. Thnx for reading and please review!

-ABGE