Kyle
Kyle stood alone by the food tables, feeling awkward and out of place while he drank from a white plastic cup that contained a fruity pink substance. The punch failed to make his evening any better.
The music was bumping and excited couples dominated the dance floor, but all that only succeeded in making him feel worse. Kenny was missing and no amount of searching had been able to locate the blonde. Kyle has looked everywhere, but there wasn't a trace of the boy to be found.
Gulping down the last of the punch, he crinkled the empty cup into a round ball and tossed it into one of the neighboring trash cans. It flew over to the waste basket with ease and landed perfectly in the center of all the other trash.
"I still think you should try out for the team."
Stan walked up to him, his arms encircled around his girlfriend. Cheeks red from exertion and hair mussed from dancing, Wendy stood there beside the popular jock with a big fake smile on her face. Brown hair cascaded down her back in small curls, ending somewhere close to her waistline. She wore a simple dark blue dress that coincidentally matched the same color as Stan's tie.
They were the ultimate couple. Consecutively off and on since Jr. High, they've still been able to keep the relationship strong all these years. Somehow, Wendy overlooked the fact that Stan had a long history of cheating.
"Hey, Kyle," she said, laughing and out of breath. "We just came over to get some punch and say hello."
She was all smiles and giggles. Nothing seemed to ruin her good mood.
"Hey, babe. Why don't you go get some while I talk to Kyle for a minute?" Stan asked randomly, turning her around to look into her face. The look that passed his features was one of pure adoration and love. Whether it was real or fake, it gave of the right impression and caused Wendy to practically melt under his gaze.
"Sure."
They kissed and then she left, leaving the two boys alone. They stood in silence until Stan broke it rather brutally, "So you're Kenny's date tonight? I saw you guys walking in together."
His tone was rough and violent. This was a drastic change in character. It sent shivers down his spine. How could someone so composed and peaceful turn into something so ugly and monstrous in only a couple of seconds? It didn't make any sense to him.
Stan glared at him with dark blue eyes. They were lit up and shining with fury, drilling daggers through his soul. So much pent up aggression rolled off him in waves.
"I am. He asked me a few days ago," he answered the question coolly.
"Really now?"
"Yes."
"This is peculiar, because he told me personally that he wasn't going with anybody.
Stan circled around to stand adjacent to him; a stern expression plastered on his facial features. He looked devious and demented - dangerous even. Kyle took a step away from the ravenette in order to gain some of his personal space back.
"And when did he tell you this?" Kyle spoke when he acquired some bravery. His vocal chords still shook slightly, but he was still able to form the words and make the sounds he needed.
"That's none of your damn business, Broflovski," Stan smirked, which caused immediate anger to fill his own veins, which caused a surge of anger to overwhelm his being.
Vile emotions flared to life inside him. He had never hated someone as much as he did Stan right in that very moment. The guy just got under your skin, pushing all the right buttons and pulling on all the right nerves. Clenching his fists together, he eyed the ravenette with brutal distaste.
They may have been the best of friends in elementary school, but growing older, they eventually separated ways. It was easier than trying to hold onto a friendship that was just falling apart. They no longer belonged to the same crowd; they weren't friends. He had no reason to stop himself from punching the living daylights out of the bastard. And by the looks of it, nobody did either.
Catching onto the situation, Stan was quick to become defensive, "What are you going to do, Jew Boy? Hit me?"
He laughed only for the sole purpose of causing a scene. Stan had always been the one for spotlights. A few people nearby stopped to witness the blossoming chaos. They joined in on Stan's ridiculing.
Kyle's cheeks flamed a bright red; the color vaguely matched his hair. Nobody had called him names since they were children. Stan had been the one who had stood up to all his bullies and put an end to all the pointless taunting. But now that they were practically enemies, the rules no longer applied, especially when it came to everybody else criticizing and bullying him.
"Hey, look guys! We made Ginger blush! Awh. He's embarrassed!" the ravenette laughed again, basking in his new found glory.
"Stan! Stop this," Wendy yelled, pushing her way through the throng of people that urrounded both him and Stan. She carried two plastic cups in her hands, which had caused her to lose appeal, but she had grabbed everyone's undivided attention nonetheless. "This is ridiculous! You're all acting like children!"
"Honey-"
With Wendy there, Stan lost all dominating power. He was stuck between keeping all his supposed friends entertained and pleasing his girlfriend.
"Come on! Everybody, clear out! There's nothing to see here," Wendy spoke in a falsely sweet tone of voice while she waved her occupied hands in the general 'shooing' motion. Eventually, people began leaving. The only ones left were him, a pissed Wendy, and a dumbfounded Stan.
"Stan, how could you even stoop as low as to bully a friend? I thought you were beyond that. I obviously thought wrong!" Wendy said forcefully.
She shook her head and glared at her boyfriend. He, however, took the cowardly way out and hung his head, refusing the look her in the eyes like a puppy awaiting punishment, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't know what got into me."
"You damn right you didn't!" She screeched. "Now, you apologize to Kyle for what you did."
"Wendy, that's not necessary," he contradicted.
"He's right. We aren't in preschool anymore," Stan joined in.
Wendy kept her gaze on the both of them; stern and completely serious.
"I'm being serious, guys. You used to be the best of friends. Now all I ever see you two do is fight. Now, apologize."
Defeated, Stan made the first move," Look, dude, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have started all this shit. It's better left alone and I should've realized that"
Even though he said all those apologetic words, he didn't look the least bit sorry. In fact, he looked smug.
"It's fine."
After he said his part, he was no longer obligated to stay, so he left in search for Kenny once again. This night just seemed to get better and better. Ugh.