A/N: I decided to write something from Kyle's POV for a change. Please review. Kisses-Lunagrrl180

I arrive in homeroom just in time, right before the 2nd bell rings. I had to walk to school; usually Stan picks me up in the hand me down truck that his Uncle Jimbo gave him for 17th birthday, but not surprisingly, he doesn't show up.

Mrs. Garrison's room is buzzing with the whisperings of the 30+ seniors trapped inside. It's Monday, and everyone is catching up on weekend gossip. A piece of paper lands on my desk, courtesy of Kenny. I open it and try to decipher his scratchy, sloppy handwriting.

Dude, have you seen Stan?

No, I reply, tossing the note back on his desk.

It comes back within 2 seconds; He's been gone since Friday. His parents called the police Saturday, but nobody has found him yet.

Meet me behind the chem. Labs after homeroom, bring Wendy.

Kenny nods and I sigh, staring into space. My mind is racing with a million thoughts; I feel guilty as hell. It's all my fault. I knew I shouldn't have gone to Craig's party. What was I thinking, succumbing to one night of drunken lust? Losing your virginity to your best friend's girlfriend, like that isn't too fucked up, or anything. And now Stan is going to do something stupid, and it's all my fault.

I feel sick to my stomach at the thought of Stan getting hurt, all because of me.

I raise my hand, "Mrs. Garrison, may I please be excused?"

"No, Kyle. Mr. Hat has a policy about students leaving before announcements."

That was it; I couldn't just stay here, listening to stupid announcements while my best friend is missing.

"Fuck Mr. Hat!" I yell, "And fuck you Mrs. Garrison!"

I grab my backpack and bolt. Kenny follows, dragging a bewildered Wendy behind him. We run down the hallway, out the front entrance and down the block. Kenny stops, panting, at the corner of Main and Chestnut.

"Now what the hell are we going to do?" Kenny asks me.

Wendy stands behind him, mute, her blue eyes wide with shock. I pace back and forth, thinking. Then it hits me.

"Wendy, do you have a car?" I ask, and Wendy shakes her head no.

Damn. I start pacing again, choosing my words carefully. There seems to be no other alternative.

I take a deep breath and turn to Kenny, "Ken, we need to hijack your Dad's pickup truck."

Kenny shakes his blonde head back and forth, "No fucking way, dude."

"Come on, Ken," I press, "It's an emergency," I pout and finally he sighs and gives in.

"Goddamn it, Kyle, this better be worth it," he mutters as we race across the railroad tracks towards the

McCormick's dilapidated house.