heres another chapter bright and early. So, who thinks they know what's going to happen in the end? *wicked smile*

Chapter Seven

This was such a mess. Kyle wasn't talking to me at all while Wendy was around, and when she wasn't he was muttering and bitching about her under his breath. I just felt really awkward knowing he hated her and yet he had to watch me make out with her. Oh, course I rushed to the bathroom constantly to puke over how disgusting it was.

And all through the corridors I would either stand extra close to Wendy; or extra close to Kyle in that defensive blocking stance. I didn't want them to start a brawl in the middle of school; and I didn't want my best friend humiliated by her. She knew all the loopholes and knew how to pull the right cords to make you choke. And it made me sick being with her and touching her when one wrong move and my secret is out all over the school.

Only three people know of my secret; and I intended to keep it that way til I was ready. Shame Kyle started deliberately walking around me and pretending I didn't exist. I seriously couldn't take this anymore, so I stormed off to go sit in the gym showers for a while. I knew no one would be coming in here so I could sob like the pussy I am.

"Stan? You still in here?" My head snapped up at the sound of that voice I've longed to hear all week. I however didn't say anything and went back to sobbing in my arms and knees.

"Stan?" He keeps calling; knowing that I damn well ignore everyone when I want to be alone. He knew me too well, and I tried to smile as I heard his shoes shuffling on the tiles some five metres around the corner from where I was. The shuffling stopped, and I looked up slowly with tearstained cheeks to see green skinny legs looking back at me.

"Knew I'd find you here." He merely sat down on his calves and looked me in the eyes before sighing. "Look, I'm sorry I've been avoiding you. But I don't feel comfortable hanging around you while she's lurking around."

He had hissed the very mention of her, which made my heart do a back flip. I wiped my eye with a nod. "I-I know. It just…. it just sucks when you don't talk to me…" I put my head down to stop myself bursting into tears again.

"Please, don't cry." His voice is suddenly soothing and soft. I feel his hand on my arm and I look up to see him slowly crack a smile. "Don't, coz you'll make me start and I don't think I could stop."

"I'm sorry, I just…" I stared at him long and hard; and he merely stared back with that gentle look to make girls scream in ecstasy. I swallowed and looked away. "I didn't have a choice with her, you know?"

"No, I really don't know. Kenny wouldn't tell me either." He grabbed my chin and made me look into those now stern emeralds of eyes. "You can either try to explain it to me or I'll ask Wendy myself. Either way I want to know why."

"Because I…" I couldn't tell him it was about him. There was no way in hell I could in this situation. "I have a really dark secret that she somehow found out about. I fuck up with her, and she will tell everyone."

"Dark secret? What secret?" His eyes lost all hardness and went to concerned. "Why haven't you told me about this?"

"Because you just wouldn't understand." I stated blankly. He probably wouldn't understand anyway, he doesn't know what it's like to swoon every time he looks at himself like I swoon for him. He'd probably never understand how I found him so attractive after our talk last week.

"But how can you assume that if you wont tell me?" He shifted closer and I put my legs down either side of his hips.

"Because I just know. I can tell by your face you wouldn't." Why was I trying to fool him with his own logic? He knows how lame I usually am.

"Well, I didn't realise I was getting that easy to read…" he shifted right in close, and I could feel his knee putting pressure on my groin. And this is where it was getting really hot and awkward for me. He leant in close to me, and I smacked my head on the wall trying to push away from him. I would never dare grab him and push him away; so now I was a mega pussy footballer pinned to a wall by a fragile little nerd.

"What's wrong?" he enquired, and I closed my eyes slowly.

"Nothing's wrong. I just…wasn't expecting that from you." I looked at him, and my heart sank as I saw a tear run down his face.

"I hate seeing you sad." He now had tears rolling down his face, and all I could do was look back at him. He closed his eyes tightly to stop himself from crying.

I slowly placed my hands around his shoulders and pulled him in close. He clutched the front of my shirt tightly as I stroke his back in the most soothing manner I could muster. I slowly loosened my grip and he pulled back to look at me.

His eyelashes were speckled with his tears, and his freckles were now lost in his blotchy cheeks. I bit my lip as he closed his eyes and leant in closer to me, and I closed my eyes so his face would be blocked from my mind. They soon however reopened as I felt his lips brush against mine, and his groin rub against mine.

And it was then I knew that we would be spending just a little longer in that shower cubicle.