Craig

"What's going on here?" he yelled vehemently to the two cuddling teenagers. The anger and frustration he'd been feeling all evening welled up inside him. He was almost on the breaking point.

He took in the complete scene.

Stan was laying facedown on the floor in a fetal position, seemingly unconscious, while Craig Tucker and Kenny played lovebirds above him.

"Kyle," Kenny screeched, breaking out of Craig's hold and running towards him. His hair was disheveled and his shirt was unbuttoned partway. He gave off all the obvious signs.

"No. Don't touch me," he said, staring into Kenny's innocent baby blue eyes. Those eyes weren't innocent; they were deceivers. "How could you?"

"How could I do what? I didn't-"

"How could you demand for me to be your date and then go off gallivanting with other guys in dark unsupervised hallways?! No wonder I couldn't find you! I looked everywhere for you and I couldn't find you anywhere! Who would've ever guessed that the reason behind your disappearance was Craig!"

Kenny stopped right in his tracks and just stared, unblinking. Tears welled up at the edges of his blue eyes, threatening to fall at any moment.

"Kyle, it's not what it looks like," Craig said, coming to Kenny's rescue. He seemed sincere. His brown eyes showed kindness and truth, as did Kenny's but they were both well known liars.

"It's always what it looks like, Craig!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, furious. Then he directed his attention back to Kenny. "I looked everywhere for you and I couldn't find you! I thought something may have happened to you! I was worried sick!"

"I'm sorry," he said, bending his head to look at the ground, apparently ashamed to show his face.

"And the worst part is that I knew about your reputation, but I overlooked that. Thought maybe it was just a rumor, but I guess I thought wrong, because you proved everything so blatantly well tonight. You're nothing but a whore."

"Now that's taking it too far!" Craig said, beginning to intervene before Kenny stopped him by grabbing him by the arm, halting any further action.

"No. Let him go on."

"No, it's okay. I have nothing more to say to you," he spoke, spitting venom out of his mouth. "I have no more patience for scum like you."

"I'm sorry," he said again, true compassion coating his voice,

"Sorry doesn't always cut it, Kenny. It takes more than that."

Then he turned around and walked in the opposite direction, away from the unconscious body. the tear streaked blonde, and the fury-filled brunette.

He knew he shouldn't have come to prom.