Sapphires and Morning Glory
Thwart
Disclaimer: Stillnotmine
Summary: Kyle is figured out.
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Thwart • verb
1 a: to run counter to so as to effectively oppose or baffle contravene
b: to oppose successfully defeat the hopes or aspirations of
2: to pass through or across
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The next day, Kyle, frustrated beyond belief from the events of the past couple of days, let out a scream of frustration as someone knocked on the door, but answered it anyway, jerking the door open to find a nonplussed, angry Kenny.
"Stop it," the blonde said.
"What?" Kyle asked, confused.
"I know it's you. Stan's mystery correspondent, I mean."
"You're mistaken," Kyle said, moving to shut the door, but Kenny stopped it with his foot and pushed his way inside.
"I'm fucking well not."
"You are, Kenny. Stan's nothing to me. A worthless little pussy."
"You shut your fucking mouth," Kenny said. "That boy that you call a worthless little pussy spent the first week after he left you sobbing his eyes out on my spare bed when he wasn't begging me to drive him to his classes."
"Seems to me you're proving my point," Kyle said snidely, interrupting Kenny.
"He was crying because he loved you. And you took advantage of that, and of him. He's been so happy these past couple of weeks because he thought that those letters and those poems were from someone nice, the type of person he deserves. And now, I'm going to have to tell him that it's you, and he'll be devastated. Again. You're a heartless, cruel bastard."
"Only pussies fall in love," Kyle growled. "Only pussies fall in love with other boys."
"There's no way I would have heard you say that in May," Kenny said. "I don't know what the hell happened to you. But something changed you from the boy we grew up with into this, a monster with no feelings at all."
"I have feelings, Ken," Kyle said, his tone turning darker.
"Oh, really?" the blonde asked. "Care to enlighten?"
"I'm incredibly astonished that you, of all people, could put together such an elaborate puzzle so quickly. I'm incredibly angry that you did. I've still got a smoldering rage from Stan leaving me. And I'm pissed as hell that you're going to ruin my plan."
"Why shouldn't I?" Kenny asked, defensively. "Why in God's name should I allow Stan to walk back to you, knowing full well what's going to happen to him when you get your hands on him? I'd have to be as dumb as you think I am to do that, Kyle. I'm contemplating taking Stan at semester and transferring, just to get him far away from you."
"I would kill you," Kyle said. "If you took my Stan."
"He's not 'your Stan'," Kenny retorted. "He's his own person, and a good person at that. And I'll be damned if I let you ruin him again."
"Be damned then," Kyle said, pulling out the nightstick and advancing on Kenny, who didn't move an inch until Kyle swung the weapon at his head, at which point he ducked and responded with an uppercut that put Kyle on his back. Kenny swiftly disarmed him and placed him in a position that Stan had been so many times, handcuffed to Kyle's bed. He took also the keys to the shackles, as well as Kyle's room key, and cell phone.
"I'm going to go tell Stan," he said. "And if he wants to press battery charges against you, I'll be back. And I won't come alone."
"Kenny, you fucker, untie me!" Kyle shouted at the blonde's retreating form.
"No. And even if he doesn't, I'm VERY tempted to leave you there for the whole weekend. It's time you got a taste of your own medicine, bastard."
And with that, Kenny left the room, leaving Kyle seething. Which was NOT a good thing, even if Stan DID want to press charges.
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Notes: 16 days to go…we're almost at the halfway point. What's going to go down from here? Let's wait and see.
Phoenix II