A/N- Sorry for the kind of short chapter. Next one should be better. Review, please. I love hearing what you guys have to say.
After school, I wait in the parking lot for Kenny. His last class sometimes go over, so I just sit down on a stump. I'm a little lost in thought when I notice someone standing next to me. I get up quickly, a little surprised.
"Hey, Kyle," Stan says, shoulders hunched, looking dejected.
"Hey, man. You okay?" I reply, putting a hand on his shoulder. I know that he's not okay, that's obvious. I'm about to ask if something happened with Wendy, when-
"It's Wendy," he sighs. I notice that his eyes a little puffy, as though he'd been crying.
"Did you guys break up?" I ask, trying really hard not to sound hopeful. It's not that I don't like Wendy, but… Well, no, I just don't like her.
He shakes his head. "No, we just got in a fight. It was a bad one, though. I don't know what to do."
"I'm sorry, man," I say, as sympathetically as I can. I used to get really annoyed with all his girl drama, but I've been trying more and more to not do that. I mean, he's upset either way, so there's no point in lecturing him anymore.
"Could you maybe come over? We could play video games or something," he asks, sniffing a little bit.
"Yeah, man, of course. I'll head over there later," I say. I know all he'll be doing is moping, but if it makes him feel better….
"Well, you don't have your car, right? Why don't you just drive with me?" Stan says, looking a little happier.
I shift my weight from one foot to the other. "Well, Kenny was going to drive me home…" I say, a little uncomfortable. It sounds kind of stupid as I say it, like it's not a good enough excuse. Like driving with Kenny means more to me than it should.
By the look on Stan's face, he agrees with that. "Dude, come on. Can't you just not go with him today?"
"Can't I just meet you at your house later? I'll drive over right after I get home," I reply. I don't really know why I'm completely ignoring the option of ditching Kenny.
"Are you serious? You can't cancel on him this once for me?" Stan looks a little angry, but mostly just hurt. "Since when do you care more about him than about me?"
I open my mouth to disagree, of course I don't care about him more, come on, chill, but nothing came out. I furrow my brow, confused. When did that happen? When did I start to rank Kenny over Stan in my priorities? I didn't even notice that change.
Stan glares at me. "Whatever, dude. Don't bother coming over. Have fun with your boyfriend."
"Real mature," I mutter as he storms to his car. Calling Kenny my boyfriend with that much disdain, who is he, Cartman? What a douchebag. He abandons me for his girlfriend all the time and he gets bitchy when I ditch him for my friend. What a hypocritical asshole.
"What's up with him?" I hear behind me. I turn around and Kenny gestures toward Stan.
I shrug and smile at him. "The same thing that's always up with that guy. Girl drama."
Kenny inhales sharply and put his elbow on my shoulder as though it's an armrest. "Some things never change." Then he smiles at me, with such warmth I start to blush. "So shall we?"
"Yeah, let's go," I say, and I have to stop myself from stumbling over the words. I don't know why I'm suddenly nervous around him. My shoulder is practically burning, so my guess is that it's that he's touching me. Though I don't know why that would be it.
He ruffles his fingers through my hair before taking his arm away and walking to his car. I feel like I can breathe better now.
In the car, I brace myself for the speed and sharp turns, but he drives normally, like he did this morning. It's no worse than Stan's driving, or Cartman's. Though Cartman's driving is unpleasant simply because it's being in a trapped vehicle with Cartman.
"Your driving. It's bearable," I say, grinning.
"You flatter me," he replies. "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said about my driving, if you can believe that."
"I definitely can," I say with a laugh.
"Hey, don't be rude," he says. "If you're not careful, I'll go back to driving like the crazy person I am."
"I'm so sorry," I say quickly, making my voice sound over-the-top sincere. "I will never be so cruel again. Please, just spare me."
He laughs, his pretty blue eyes crinkling at the corners. I find myself thinking that he looks kind of beautiful. In a super platonic way, of course. "Alright, since you asked nicely."
There's a bit of a silence after that, and I have to focus on looking out the window or straight ahead so I don't find myself staring at Kenny again. God, what's wrong with me?
"Oh, hey, there's a party at Clyde's place this Friday. Want to come?" he asks suddenly turning to look at me.
"Keep your eyes on the road," I reply. "And yeah, sure, sounds fun."
His eyes noticeably brighten. "Great! Bring Stan, Cartman, and Butters if you want. Open invite."
I smile. I like that he's happy that I'm coming. I'm not sure how much I want to bring any of those three, really, but they'd be mad if I didn't. I'd really rather I just go. I want to spend time with Kenny, and I feel like if I bring my other friends, I'll just chicken out and stick around them. Maybe I'll be brave enough to hang out with Kenny despite Craig, Clyde, and Tweek anyway. We'll see, I guess.