It was 20 minutes later, the school was just beginning to fill with people, Kyle had been riding a natural high, humming while helping Mrs. Chutney, practically skipping to his locker. He was emptying books from yesterday, in exchange for his morning class books. Stan strolled up, a glow on his face, probably from his day with Wendy. "Hey, Kyle." The greeting was abrupt but not unkind, Kyle turned to look at him. He had a smile on his face, but eyebrows were knit in confusion. The redhead nodded in his direction, still filling his books into his bag. "I know you said you weren't mad, but I feel like you still are . I'm super sorry, I let my dick do the thinking. And Wendy, she didn't even know I was taking you home, so please don't be mad at her."
Honestly Kyle never thought of being mad at Wendy, it was all anger toward Stan, but now honestly, he wasn't mad at all, in fact he was a little giddy, making this situation even more confusing. "I'm not mad at anyone. I mean i was at first, but it all worked out anyway. I got a ride, so it's fine." He finished with a warm smile. His thoughts transfered to what he would say to Craig later, he was still immensely confused, but honestly, he'd never been so happy. The boy just hoped to god, that this wasn't some fix, or Stan substitute.
"Who'd you get a ride from?" Stan questioned as he repositioned bag strap on his shoulder. Kyle bit his lip, dare he say? Obviously Craig and him both wanted something, as demonstrated by the hand holding, kisses, glances, and so on. There were however complications to starting a relationship however, one of them standing in front of him now. Before he could answer, and before Stan could pester anymore, Kenny came jogging up.
He pulled the orange hood down from around his head, and had a wild look on his face. "Guys! You have to hear this!" Saved by the Kenny. "So Jimmy was walking by Craig's house, and when he looked up at his window last night he could definitely see Craig in the window getting busy. But he say's he's like 95% sure it was a dude!" Maybe not saved, maybe in fact walking a very tight rope. Damn, he didn't even think about the window, so no one saw Kyle's face?
"Wasn't he gay in like 4th grade? It was probably Tweek." Stan tried to push it aside like it was nothing, but Kyle gulped heavily, audibly loud enough for Kenny to hear. As if on cue, the end hall door opening from the cafeteria, and Craig walked through, tossing an orange juice container in the nearest trash, and strolling to his locker. Thanks to the small town, the high-school wasn't that big, the lockers shifted around in alphabetical order, snaking around the small building, Kyle had one of the first lockers, followed soon after by Cartman, and further down the hall was Kenny and Stan. On the way back, the end of the alphabet ended on the opposite side of the hall from the beginning. Meaning, right across from Kyle Broflovski's locker, was Craig Tucker.
Kyle shot the other what he hoped was portrayed as a warning glance, but Craig only glanced at him from the corner of his eye. "I mean, it's not a big deal though." the redhead defended, keeping his voice in a harsh whisper. "No way it was Tweek, he was working in his parents coffee shop all night." Kenny corrected, and though their voices were kept at a low volume, Craig could still hear them. He made no reaction, as he continued to gather his books, and rearrange his locker.
They all looked over at Craig silently, wondering who in South Park was gay. All except for the obvious, who knew quite well who was in Craigs bed all night. With his head cranked over to one side, his neck was exposed at a new angle, and when Kenny turned his view away from Craig, and back to the other two he saw it. "Looks like Craig's not the only one getting action." Both Stan and Kyle's head snapped back to their friend. Kyle's heart beating like a giant percussion drum, his deer in headlights look surely gave him away, and in his peripheral vision he could see Craig frozen in his spot.
"Kyle Broflovski, Is that a hickey on your neck?" Kenny was far too observant, he didn't even remember Craig biting him or leaving any marks on him. Curse his pale bruise like a peach skin. He stuttered, searching for an answer "I uh- well, umm. Last night, i uh… Shit." He muttered as he looked down at the ground, feeling Stan and Kenny's eyes boring into him. So far, no mention or connection to Craig, so maybe he was in the clear.
He looked up finally with a shrug of his shoulders, "I mean, it might be, I didn't really look." He confessed with eyes narrowing and brows furrowing, as he prepared for the questions he knew were coming. When he did finally cast a glance around the hall, no one seemed to even notice the trio, but Craig was still frozen in place, occasionally shuffling around his locker, but for the most part, standing still as a deer, right hand vice gripped on the locker door. Kyle turned back to his friends, and noticed something bizarre.
While Kenny had a look of approval on his face, Stan appeared to be hurt, or maybe betrayed, it couldn't be, he couldn't… He didn't… "You didn't tell me?" The raven haired best friend replied, striking down any previous thoughts Kyle had on his expression, really? He was gonna lecture him about not telling him about this weird relationship that Kyle himself didn't know about. What a hypocrite, and at that moment, it kind of pissed Kyle off. "I mean it just happened last night, when i stopped in at Raisin's for some warmth, after walking from school." He tried not to let the accusation sound apparent but by the tone of his voice it was, Stan turned away in shame.
Kenny ignored the squabble and clapped his friend on the back "You picked up a Raisin's waitress? Way to go Jew boy."
Kyle ignored the remark, and tried not to blush, debating if it was worth correcting, and what he would even say to correct it. "Are you guys dating?" The other boy demanded, trying and failing not to sound hurt by his super best friend not telling him, even if he was first on the list of asshole moves. It was now impossible not to blush, or hide the shy smile of his face, and he could swear he saw Craig perk up across the hall as the question was issued.
Now came the dilemma, he could lie, and say yes, which would only become problematic later when no such Raisin waitress existed, and it might give the wrong impression to Craig, who was intently listening. He could say no, because he actually had no idea, but that might also set Craig off in the wrong direction. He could tell them the absolute truth, and risk losing everything. Or he could play it absolutely safe, which he knew would round up more questions.
"We actually didn't really talk about it, but we plan on meeting later, so…" he trailed off, eyes wandering to the guy being secretly talked about to see if he could detect anything from his body language. Stan crossed his arms over his chest, and responded immediately. "Do you want to date her?" He sounded annoyed, or maybe pissed.
Kyle hesitated, thinking about his answer, chewing his lip, and purposely stringing out the answer, again to see if he could get a reaction from Craig. "I don't think it would be a bad idea, i mean it was a really great night, I really like them. More than I anticipated I would." He admit, and was pleased when he saw Craig dip his head down, and turn his head just enough for Kyle to see a blush and small smile. There was something else though, Stan payed it no mind, but Kenny noticed it, his use of 'them' instead of 'her', and he tried not to think much of it, that is until he saw Kyle's shirt. He knew positively it wasn't Kyle's; he knows he's seen it somewhere before. the blonde pondered the thought, while Stan continued to ask questions.
"Well are you gonna tell us who it is?" still angered, or so Kyle assumed the tone of his voice. The redhead smirked, feeling accomplished, he didn't know why it felt so good to have Stan angered, maybe it was a taste of his own medicine. "I mean, I don't know how they feel about me saying anything, so sorry Stan." He had a cheeky teasing grin, and it seemed to piss of his best friend even more.
"Come one man that's such bullshit. How can you not tell me? How are you gonna do that to me?" The taller man's attempts to guilt Kyle merely brought out a chuckle, which irritated him further. Finally he was shouting, gaining some attention from a few others in the hall. "I'm you're best friend Kyle, I deserve to know."
This changed the tone immediately, Kyle narrowed his eyes, ready to yell back and accuse, but the outburst stirred an angry reaction in someone else as well. Across the hall, Craig slammed his locker loud enough to get the attention of those in the direct vicinity, and he stormed across the hall. Kyle could see it in his eyes, anger, determination, possibly jealousy, and passion. Kenny's eyes widened as his mind finally made the connection, but before anyone could say a word, Craig had Kyle up against a locker, hand on the back of others neck in a harsh slightly possessive caress, and lips meeting and dancing fiercely
They kissed long enough for Stan's jaw to drop, and Kenny to let out a whistle, elsewhere in the hall, there were whispered most of which too quiet to be heard. Some were audible, "What the fuck?" "Oh my god." "Holy shit" Just the generic responses you'd expect in this situation. As if to add insult to injury, Craig pulled forward on Kyle's hips, so he moved off the locker just enough to grab his ass. Kyle really did have a nice ass. Stan narrowed his eyes, angered by this new information he hadn't been informed of.
When they pulled away, they still remained in personal space, Craig kissed his forehead, as Kyle looked up at his with an unbelievable smile. The look of pure joy, of elation, of absolute bliss of Kyle's face, all directed toward the taller noirette, it made Craig want to take him here in the hall. Of course he controlled and composed himself, slipping a hand down to meet with Kyle's lacing the fingers tightly like they'd done earlier in the car. The fingers fit so well, they both noted. Craig turned to crowd, eyes scanning quickly before settling on Stan. "Now you know." He stated plainly, as if it was nothing. He pulled Kyle along with the interlaced hand, and flipped Stan; and pretty much anyone else in the direction, off with the other hand. Kyle followed with ease, glancing back at Stan a final time, and catching his best friends glare.