Sapphires and Morning Glory
Jape
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Summary: Kyle wants Stan back.
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Jape • verb
1: to say or do something jokingly or mockingly
2: to make mocking fun of
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Three days later, Kyle Broflovski was still not a man to talk to. At least, if you valued remaining intact. The janitors in the Student Union had become accustomed to sweeping up at least five teeth every day as a result of people trying to approach Kyle. Boys, girls, men, women, white, black, or Hispanic, it made no difference to Kyle. If you spoke to him, you lost teeth. Suddenly and violently. He'd also broken several noses during the same time period.
He was angry. And tense. And hadn't gotten off in three days. This was NOT a man to mess with. In a way, Kyle had been stalking Stan. The boys had passed through the Union several times each day, and Kyle assumed his errant lover would continue the routine. Three days later, Kyle had only caught a single glimpse of the boy that loved him.
In Kyle's mind, he was the one who had been wronged, not Stan. Stan just needed to stop being a pussy and take what was given to him. In Kyle's mind, there was nothing wrong with what he had done, what he had been doing. Stan was just a pussy, in Kyle's mind.
But, being a fair boy, Kyle decided that once he got a hold of Stan again, he would give the other a chance to explain himself. Luckily, he mused, he would have that chance soon enough. There was Stan, hesitantly approaching the steps. Kyle checked his watch. It was 12:15, lunchtime for Stan and, until three days ago, Kyle. Kyle rose and headed across the lounge area to stand near the main pathway as Stan entered, still looking rather timid and skittish.
As he passed by, looking the wrong way, Kyle reached out and grabbed him.
"Hi Stan, long time no see," he said, a hint of malice in his tone. "Let's … talk."
"No!" Stan protested, trying to worm his way out of Kyle's grip. "I don't have anything to say to you."
"You could start with why you're such a fucking little pussy," Kyle offered.
"You HURT me!" Stan said, reaching inside his bag for something. "There's no rule that says I have to stay in an abusive relationship."
"You forget, Stan," Kyle drawled. "I own you."
"Fuck you, you don't!" Stan said, pulling his arm out of his bag and revealing what he was holding: a small can of Mace, which he sprayed in Kyle's face.
Kyle's eyes were burning, but a sense of rage built up inside him and he lashed out, punching Stan in the face and sending the other boy to the floor as Kyle stood over him mockingly, rubbing at his eyes as he felt the stares of the other students.
"Look, everyone! It's a little fucking fairy that can't even stand up for himself," he jeered, kicking Stan in the ribs as the other struggled to stand up, his gaze pleading with Kyle to stop, asking him why he was doing this.
"Fucking pansy," Kyle spat, backhanding Stan. "You never know what's best for you." And with a final blow, that sent Stan sprawling over the back of a couch, Kyle stalked off. He would eat in the cafeteria today.
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Notes: Kyle was making mocking fun of Stan, the second definition.
Phoenix II
