Kyle's POV
I wake up with a pain-induced moan, head hurting from a massive hangover. Why the hell did I drink so much last night? I pull the sheet of my body to get out of bed.
Wait a minute, these aren't my sheets… This isn't my bed…or my room! What happened?!
I immediately look down to check myself. I'm still dressed, good. I never had drunken sex and that is not how I'm planning to lose my virginity. Even though it hurts my head, I force myself to remember what happened last night and figure out where am I.
Let's see, I was out with the guys. We got into a fight. Cops showed up and Stan and I ran. We ended up in… Stan! I remember now, what happened last night and what he did. He kissed me, Stan kissed me and tried to put moves on me. Did he do anything else? Is he still here?
I don't give myself enough time to find out as I quickly grab my bag sitting by the front door and my legs carried me out of the apartment, I must look like a maniac, bolting down out of building for no reason. I luckily still have my bag since I didn't go home before I met with them yesterday so I hop on the bus and head straight to Boulder U.
I find a seat on the bus near the window and I notice people staring at me. I realize that I must look like a mess, I hadn't even check to see if there were any hickies on my neck. I reach for my phone to check but I feel nothing in my pocket. Of course, I left my phone in the apartment since my drunk ass decided to use it as a precaution measure and I bolted out of there before I could remember to grab it. I facepalm as a frustrated groan escapes me. Great job past Kyle, now I have no idea what happened and I'm left without a phone for the rest of the day.
I use the reflection from the bus window to try and check, there aren't any visible bite marks and I don't notice that my clothes have been tempered with. Maybe I was wrong. Nothing happened and I'm being a paranoid little ass who couldn't even trust his best friend. I hate the feeling of guilt rising, seeing how that's the more likely answer.
That still doesn't excuse the move he pulled though. I can't get it out of my head as I set off the bus at my stop and walk to my class. I'm a few minutes late but by the looks of things, I haven't missed anything too important.
The lecturer starts talking from his podium, going over the assignment he gave us yesterday. I'd normally be taking notes or at least paying close attention but the hangover and thoughts bombarding my head make dozing off a bit more tempting now.
It doesn't last long since I feel someone poking me and I hear giggling around me, the lecturer is looking right at me with his arms crossed. I seem to be caught red-handed, even though I was sitting near the back and not making a peep. He must have eyes of a fucking hawk.
"Nice of you to pay attention, Mr. Broflovski. Seeing how you find my lectures lulling, why don't you give me the definition of PTSD?"
It would have been a problem if I hadn't studied ahead of time. I clear my throat to clear any grogginess in my voice and answer, "PTSD or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is a mental illness involving exposure to traumatic events in the person's life. It could affect anyone, regardless of their medical or psychiatric history. For PTSD all it takes is one event, one moment to change everything."
"All you need is one moment…To change everything." I flinch at the memory and I feel myself panicking. I try to hide my racing heart and trembling hands as all eyes are on me. The lecturer seems satisfied by my answer and I sit back down. I clench my eyes shut and put my head on the table, covering my ears discreetly with my hands. I can still hear Stan whisper those words with me trapped beneath him, the breath from his lips on my ear.
No one seems to notice and the class just passes me by, I manage to catch some of what the lecturer's lesson but I'm gonna have to go off on my study notes and textbooks for this. I find a more secluded area behind a school building to calm myself down. I punch the wall and kick over a trash can in anger. I can't believe that happened, in class of all times.
Fucking hell Stan, what did you do to me?
I have some time to kill before my next class so I decide to walk around to try and get that intrusive memory out of my head. Suddenly, I hear some voices from behind the communication building. Curiosity overtakes whatever I was worrying about before and I follow the sounds to its source.
"So Twitchy, you didn't seem to heed my warnings." I hear a dark and threatening voice, followed by a grunt from another voice.
"Please, I don't even know who you people are or who's this girl I stole!" The other voice cries. Is that Tweek?!
I look over the corner, keeping myself hidden from the people. I see Tweek on the ground with a figure with brown spiky hair, his back facing me as he taunts the poor blond. "Well, let's see if we can piece it together blondie. Blue hair, high cheekbones… Big sliver eyes." Tweek's coffee brown eyes widen when he makes the connection. "Ringing any bells yet, freak?" I can't even see his face but I can hear the smirk in his voice.
"Sue's your girlfriend? I didn't know, man!"
"Well now you do, but that doesn't mean I can let that go. Got a reputation to uphold."
I finally had enough and decide to step in, I shout, making my presence clear, "Back off!"
The two of them notice me and the brown hair figure turns to face me, I must say I'm caught off guard by who it is. It's the host of the podcast I was on, Jake Winters. "Oh, look. It's the small town Brainiac."
Oh joy, he remembers me. I ask him, "What are you doing to my friend?"
"Your friend has crossed a line, personally I can't let that slide."
"He said he didn't know, so back the hell off or you'll have to deal with me too." I growl. No one threatens my friends and gets away with it. I fought those guys last night and I'd do it now to help Tweek.
"The boys were right, you are feisty." He grins mischievously.
I stand in front of Tweek protectively, on guard in case Jake tries anything. Because any punches are thrown, I hear a shrill voice cut through. "Jake! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"
Sue is here, and she looks like she's ready to kill someone. Her eyes burning with anger as she marches towards us, Jake specifically.
"Hey there, poppet. Words going around that this kid's been getting real close to you. I'm just dealing with it, that's all."
"Leave my friends alone, asshole." Her finger jabbing into his chest. "I'm not yours and you don't get to dictate who I want to be with."
"But we're the face of BC Live. We have to care about our image. I know we had a rough start but-"
Sue immediately cuts him off. "Wrong, you have to care about your image. I don't give a shit about this."
"Poppet, please-"
"And what did I say about calling me that? I. Am. Not your. 'Poppet'. If you ever fuck with Tweek or any of my friends again, I'll pop something else right of out their sockets."
"Whatever."
"Dick." She mutters before she focuses her attention onto us. "Are you guys OK?"
"Yeah… I can't believe that's the same guy who hosted your podcasts."
"Jake's a good actor. We constantly act like professionals in front of others but everyone in that building knows we're a mess when it comes to teamwork." She turns to tend to Tweek, who's still frozen in shock on the ground. "Tweek, I'm so sorry that he tried to hurt you." She apologizes, hurt and sincere.
"Are you dating him?" Tweek asks her.
"NO!" She shoots up and immediately gag. "Are you kidding me? He's a fucking tool, besides he lost his chances with me."
"What?"
She shakes her head, "It doesn't matter right now. Are you guys hurt?"
"I'm fine." I answer. "Tweek, you good?"
He nods, but Sue still looks over at him with worried eyes. "Ok then." She sighs. "I gotta get ready for tonight's radio session."
"Oh right." I exclaim, coming up with an idea. "Sue, can I borrow your phone for a bit? I need to call Stan."
She digs her phone out from her jacket and dials Stan's number before heading it to me, "Here you go."
After a few rings, Stan picks up. "Hey Sue, I didn't forget. I'll be there by 4."
"Hi Stan, it's me."
"Kyle?" He asks, confused. "Dude, why are you calling from Sue's phone?"
"Because I think I left mine at the apartment last night." I explain. "Can we go get it from there tonight?"
"Oh your phone, I found it and I have it with me now." Wait he has it with him? What if he knew I was recording him to make sure he doesn't rape my sleeping body? "The battery's dead though, I'll charge it up for you and I can hand it to you after the radio session." He says, much to my relief.
"Ok, thanks Stan."
"No problem, dude."
I hang up the call and hand the phone to Sue, I soon notice that she has a grin as wide as the Cheshire cat. "So ~ what were you doing at Stan's place last night?" She asks suggestively.
We got drunk, he kissed me and pinned me to a wall. But I can't tell her that.
"Nothing!" I squeak. "We got drunk and-" Sue raises an eyebrow, that sly grin on her face getting bigger. I almost shout my defense. "-nothing like that! We just need a place to crash and we just spend the night there. Separately." For whole night, I hope.
Sue seems to be content with my answer and says that she's gonna take Tweek to the communications building to calm him down and patch up any injuries Jake might have caused. When I ask her what she'd do if Jake was there, she just responds, "I don't make threats lightly, Kyle. And I don't promise things I'm not capable of doing."
I immediately shut up after that. Yup, Tweek's in safe hands. I think to myself as I get back for my next lesson. After this, I'm gonna have to go find Stan to get my phone back.
Once class is dismissed, I pack up my stuff and start heading for the communications building. Since Stan's radio session isn't over yet, I'll go to the studio and wait there. I'm caught off guard when I notice that there's a small crowd of girls surrounding the lit window in front of the building. I look over and I see why. That's the window to Stan's booth and he seems to notice me among his adoring fangirls.
He gives a small wave and flashes a toothy grin at my direction, which gives the fangirls crazy, each claiming that Stan's wave was for her but I know it's my eyes he locked on when he did that. It makes me feel special, knowing that out of all these girls dying for his attention, he gives it all to me.
I shake my head, chasing that thought out of my mind. Focus, Kyle. You're still mad at Stan for touching you like that last night. The only reason you're here is for your phone. Deep breaths…All right.
I signal to Stan, making a phone gesture with my hand. He catches on and starts playing a song so he can step away from the booth and hand my phone over to Sue. Sue makes it to me with ease and hands me my phone, "Stan told me to tell you he's sorry he can't give it to you himself." I nod at Stan to show that it's OK. Probably for the best because I don't know what these girls would do if Stan walked out of the safety of the booth right now.
"Ya know those girls are a little delusional but I know who that smile was for." Sue winks, causing me to blush at her words. She laughs as she goes back into the building to do her job.
I clench the phone in my hand. I got it, I got what I came here for so I should just leave now. But something in me convinces me to watch Stan's performance. Maybe for a little bit.
Stan looks like he's really enjoying himself. He doesn't DJ like Kenny does at Styx. Kenny is more hyper and in-your-face, Stan's style is more casual, more playful. I watch as he does a little dance in his booth when Psyko Underground plays, with little fist pumps and everything, and I can't help but crack a smile. The girls seem entertained too as they squeal with every little gesture Stan does.
The song ends and the next song on the playlist starts. Stan sits back down and seems to be on his phone. About a minute later, I feel my phone vibrate. I have a text message.
SM: Hey dud, I see u got ur phone back. U going bk or r u gonna keep me company?
I roll my eyes at his message. Kenny and Stan know that texts like these are my pet peeve but they keep doing it anyways.
KB: Hey, yeah I'm heading back in a bit. I doubt you need me, seeing all those girls ready to worship the ground you walk on.
SM: U jelly? ;)
KB: Super jelly, I should leave now before I turn green with envy.
SM: Ur eyes r green enuf.
SM: Srsly though, dont wrry abut those girls, ky. They dont know me like u do (:
Ky? Did he just call me Ky? It's probably just a typo.
KB: Whatever, Stan. I'll see you back at the house.
I wave him goodbye before heading toward the bus station. Thinking back to Stan's performance and our messages, I start smiling like an idiot. He's such a dork. I should be mad at him for the shit he pulled last night but I just couldn't stay mad at Stan, I never could.
I get onto the bus and I reach for my phone again. Remembering the video I record last night, I pull out my earphones and let my finger linger on the screen. I'm a little scared now, I mean it's fine if nothing happened, but what if something did? I'd never be able to look at Stan the same way again. My body seems to make the decision for me and my finger drops onto the screen, starting the video.
I watch myself collapse onto the bed and snuggle into it like it's my own. God, I'm never letting myself get that drunk ever again. About 20 minutes later, I hear the front door open and footsteps getting closer. Stan appears at the door and just stands there for a moment before walking in. He moves closer to my helpless sleeping body and sits on the bed, right next to me.
I feel myself tense up as I notice how close Stan was to me, but he's not doing anything. He's just sitting there watching me bundling myself in my sleep which should be extremely creepy to me, except the way he's looking at me seems almost loving and precious, as if he's watching a kitten. He lightly touches the bit of my hair that escaped my lopsided hat and-
I feel my eyes widen and my jaw drop. Did I just purr?! I play it again to make sure. Holy shit, I purred under his touch. He seems to notice it too as he smirks at my reaction. I throw my head back onto the seat as I close my eyes and groan in embarrassment. God it's so humiliating, I just wanna bury myself in a hole now. After a long period of silence I hear Stan getting up and I watch him walk out of the room. He doesn't seem to return and the video cuts off, probably from my battery dying.
That's it? I sit back and think about what I just watched. First of all, I'm never getting that drunk again. Second, drunk me is very affectionate. Third, I was wrong about Stan… Well, I wasn't wrong per se. I didn't think he'd actually hurt me, but that doubt was there and now I feel awful about it. The video repeats itself and I'm watching Stan looking at me lovingly again. He looks so protective and I'm surprisingly OK with the idea of Stan being protective of me.
My phone rings again from another text message. I hope it's not Stan, I don't think I can talk to him now after what I just watched. Huh… It's Kenny and he just sent a mass text.
Clr ur schedules 4 Spring Break, guys. We r going 2 Hawaii ;D
A/N: Kyle's emotions right now are a little bipolar, his heart feels one way while his brain is telling him something else and until Kyle can decide which one to listen to, he's not moving anywhere quick. Next time, we join the boys as they go on their spring break trip.
For those curious about the song Stan was dancing to: watch?v=REafczZpeHs
Kyle is so much fun to write for, I literally finished wrote most of this chapter within 3 hours. It's just so easy to get into his frame of mind. Writing his reactions towards Stan though requires me to go back and try to recapture the feelings in the drama and how I think Kyle would feel and act.
There's a reason the gang are going to Hawaii, an old friend to be precise. Those who can guess who it is before the next chapter gets a pixel cookie.
I might take a little break from this story to focus on my finals. Believe me I don't want to but anyone in university would know that March is a bitch to go through, so don't worry if you don't see a chapter up next week, I'll make sure to keep up. I will finish this story and I'm not forgetting it until it's done.
I've actually been posting the release dates for my chapters in my profile, so I'll let you know if anything changes or when the next chapter is coming up.
As always, feel free to check out the drama this story is based on, "It's Okay That's Love" by SBS.
Take care, Loves.
