As I approach Bebe's house I hear music more suited for a club playing from within. Several vehicles have pulled into her yard and a few people are outside talking. I text Stan asking him where he is at and he responds almost instantly telling me he is inside the kitchen. I walk into the crowded front yard carefully avoided the cars and people. I also had to watch out not to step on any party cups and other garbage that had been left behind. The mess left behind after parties are definitely my least favorite about them and I'm just glad I don't have to take care of the clean up.
I enter Bebe's house and immediately the hostess in question jumps out in front of me. She clearly has already had a few drinks but everyone knew Bebe had possibly the highest tolerance for alcohol. Bebe was known for getting around, in fact, she was probably the town's second biggest slut only being beaten by Kenny himself. She and Kenny had gone at it a few times in the past but I'm not sure if they ever considered themselves dating. Bebe was nicer the Kenny though and everyone seemed to like her more. She did not get the best grades but at least she hadn't given up like Kenny has. She also gets in way less trouble the Kenny and always is nice to me. In fact, sometimes she gets a little too 'nice'.
"Hey there Ky," Bebe sais affectionately,"It's nice to see you again looking fine as always."
Bebe did have a habit of coming on to me every once in a while but I am not prepared for it this early in the party. I always had to come up with something to turn her down and avoid suspicion. It was becoming increasingly difficult to avoid her and I did not want to seem like a dick when I turned her down. I don't know why she is into me I am probably the least masculine guy in our school, but to be fair I did hear that Bebe swings both ways. She has never told anyone, to my knowledge, whether or not that rumor was true but it would explain a lot.
"Hey Bebe," I said kind of nervously,"how are you doing."
Bebe got closer to me till our bodies were almost rubbing against one another. She gave me a lecherous smile and rubbed her finger down my chest.
"Oh I am doing fine," Bebe said with her voice laced with lust.
I got extremely uncomfortable with her closeness and her wandering fingers tracing my sides. I looked around to see if anyone was watching us but everyone seemed preoccupied with drinking, talking, and flirting themselves. I let out a nervous little laugh that just seemed to enhance Bebe's lust as she then began moving one of her hands around my waist. I felt like running away but I had to keep my cool.
"um anyway, I'm going to go see what Stan is up to," I say laughing nervously.
Bebe gives me a deep stare and I freak out. I have no idea what to do right now and I'm scared if Bebe sees through me and can tell I'm not into girls. She's fairly popular in our school and despite having rumors about herself she was known to spread them even more. I did not want to have any form of intimate contact with any girl, but if I continued to turn Bebe down would she eventually realize I'm gay.
"your such a sweet friend," Bebe sais thoughtfully,"but I'll be sure to see more of you later, after all, it's about time someone showed you a good time."
"umm,"I say trying to think about how to respond.
"you are so cute," Bebe says with a smirk,"talk to you later sweety."
With that Bebe leaves me standing in the doorway of her house. I have turned Bebe down three times before but this time, she was determined, and I had no idea how I was supposed to get out of this one. Bebe did not usually come onto this hard and I was almost regretting coming out to this party. I could not fathom having sex with Bebe, in fact, I don't think I could even get an erection if I wanted to around her, but if I turned her down again she would grow suspicious and probably begin talking about my lack of interest in her to others. Then everyone would eventually figure out I am gay and I would have to move away from South Park altogether. I'm screwed either way and now I only hope that something can come along and get me out of this situation.
I stay still for a moment torn between running away from the party altogether or going to find Stan. I eventually begin making my way through the living room towards the kitchen. I noticed a group of people sitting in circle playing spin the bottle in behind the couch. I only recognized a few of the people playing. Clyde was currently the one spinning the bottle with his usual cheeky expression on his face. I also noticed Craig and his cousin Red sitting in the circle. There were three other girls in the circle who I did not recognize and as the bottle Clyde had spun landed on one of them they all let out a small giggle. Clyde just had an adorable little smile on his face as he crawled over to the girl the bottle had landed on and gave her a quick passionate kiss. I quickly look away as to not come off as being creepy and make my way into the Kitchen.
When I entered the kitchen I immediately noticed Stan and Token sitting at the small bar and already drinking with some others. I make my way over to them avoiding some girl who was on the ground struggling to get up. She clearly had drunk a little too much and one guy I presumed to be her boyfriend kept trying to help her to her feet.
"Kyle you're here," Token exclaims.
Token has clearly drunk a little too much himself, but Stan luckily only looked a little buzzed. As I sat down at the tiny kitchen bar I noticed that it was stocked with various containers of alcohol. There was a little bit of everything from wine to vodka to plain old beer. Clearly, a lot of people had brought alcohol for everyone.
"Hey Kyle," Stan sais,"I think Bebe was looking for you."
"Yea, she found me," I say shuddering at the recent memory.
We sat at the bar for a while talking about upcoming football games and the school's thanksgiving event. Stan and Token eventually both start discussing their girlfriends and how they both wish they were here. Token's girlfriend only came around every couple of weekends and during breaks so he was obviously missing her. It kind of pained me to hear Stan bringing up Wendy even now, but I did my best not to show it.
"Things must be even tougher for Kyle," Token abruptly says out of nowhere.
"What do ya mean," Stan says confused.
"I mean he has never really had a girlfriend," Token says sympathetically,"and it must be harder for him to get one than most guys."
I barely have time to register what is being said. Token in his drunken state is feeling unusually sympathetic towards me and although part of me appreciates it another part of me is worried about him trying to set me up with a girl. It would be impossible for me to avoid a friend I see as often as Token as I do with Bebe.
"What's keeping Kyle from getting a girl," Stan asked token.
"I meant it is pretty obvious right," Token sais trying not to slur his words.
I suddenly feel a rush of fear. Had Token known all this time I was gay and was he about to tell Stan. I was just about to beg Token not to say anymore before he continued talking.
"He is not exactly the most manly guy in school," Token finally elaborates to my relief.
I let out a huge internal sigh as I thank god that Token did not know as much as I was giving him credit for.
"Well yeah,"Stan says,"but Bebe is still into him."
"Bebe is into everyone, though," Token retorts with a snicker.
Apparently, Bebe's hard on for me was well known and I am almost worried that people will wonder why I always turn her down. Token's remark also makes me wonder if he and Bebe had screwed once.
"I'm right here", I say indignantly.
"Oh sorry Kyle," Token apologizes.
"Seriously though Kyle is there any girl you have your eyes on," Stan asks simply.
"um.. well I I, you see," I stutter nervously.
"Sorry Kyle didn't mean to get too personal with ya," Stan apologizes sincerely.
He has no idea how much I wish I could tell him how I feel about him, in fact, it gets almost painful sometimes having these feelings for him, but the fear of what he would do if he found out was something I was far more dreading.
The three of us talked for a few more minutes about what movies were coming out soon and whose music we had gotten into recently. Eventually Token tells us he needs to go home early tonight. Stan brings up that it is only ten but Token is adamant about leaving. He probably drank too much too early and did not want to start making a fool of himself. Stan had asked if I felt like trying alcohol for once and I told him no.
I noticed that Stan was getting slightly more buzzed and remembered how he looked at Wendy when he was drunk. I need him so badly and I am so worried that I won't get him by himself without Wendy and Token around again. There was a possibility he could like me right and I know I liked him. So I suggested going to the living room to see what's going on when he said he was getting kind of bored. I remembered seeing Clyde and some others playing spin the bottle earlier and hoped that maybe Stan would want to play. Usually, I would advise Stan against playing flirty games like spin the
Usually, I would advise Stan against playing flirty games like spin the bottle because he was dating Wendy but I had pushed her to the back of my mind. I wanted Stan right now and I wanted him all to myself.
Stan agrees with me and we head into the living room giving up our seats to some of the people who were drinking standing up. When we get into the living room there are only a few people watching some cop show on the television and there were still people playing spin the bottle behind the couch. I moved slowly towards the people hoping Stan would suggest it first, but he was just following me blindly while drinking his beer.
I get next to the couch and slide down till I am sitting near the circle of people playing spin the bottle. I see Craig kissing one of the girls I don't recognize as I slide over to them. Luckily Stan follows my lead so I assume he is going to play with me. Once I slide my way into the circle with Stan right behind me Red notices.
"Oh guys you wanna play," Red asks clearly wanting more guys to play spin the bottle who are preferably not her cousin.
"We are playing no re-spin," Clyde adds.
In our town there were two types of spin the bottle, re-spin were if it lands on a guy and you yourself are a guy you spin again and vice Versa for girls. No re-spin, on the other hand, was where you still had to kiss the same sex. This primarily existed because guys wanted to see two girls make out and girls were equally desiring to see the opposite. I don't know what was supposed to happen if you spun on someone who you were related to. I have seen two girls who were related somehow forced to kiss on no re-spin before, but I have also seen exceptions to the no part in no re-spin when someone has landed on their sister before. This was the type of spin the bottle I needed though if I was gonna get a kiss from Stan.
"I'm game," I say quietly.
"I'll just watch," Stan says,"Wendy would not like me playing spin the bottle."
Suddenly I want to back out of the game quickly, but they have already made a space for me and if I decide not play after Stan has said that he does not want to play it will look like I only wanted to play if he was playing. Which although was true would reveal a little too much about my character. So I reluctantly make my way fully into the circle. I then notice Craig get up from the circle.
"I'm done playing for tonight," Craig states blankly.
"I'm gonna keep playing see you later dude," Clyde says as he fist bumps Craig.
I wonder if the reason Craig just left was because of me. I know he was not the biggest fan of mine because of Kenny, but I can not help but question what exactly I do or did to make him dislike me so much. I am probably giving myself too much credit because he already was playing with Clyde who was a guy and his cousin Red so he probably did not like having only a fifty percent chance of kissing a girl who was not related to him.
"Is this spot open," a familiar voice asked.
I looked up to see Bebe on the opposite side of the circle taking Craig's spot between Clyde and Red. Clyde and Red explain to Bebe that we are playing no re-spin and Bebe agrees to participate. Bebe continuously stares me down with an almost predatory gaze while the girl to my right spins the bottle. I really regret sitting down to play this now and feel like running away. I look over to Stan who is sitting on the floor right behind me drinking.
The bottle the girl had spun eventually lands on Bebe. Clyde has a smirk on his face and Red is just giggling. The girl to my right goes over to Bebe and begins making out with her. Bebe is clearly getting into it and I am pretty sure I see some tongue, but then I notice Bebe is staring at me with a lecherous look in her eyes. I am not sure if she expects me to get jealous or what but all I feel is discomfort. Clyde looks to be enjoying the show happening right next to him perhaps a little too much. I notice a little bulge in his jeans that I am fairly certain is the start of an erection. I look away and notice Red who is watching Bebe make out with the strange girl in total awe.
"Bebe, you make me wish every day was Friday," Clyde says as the makeout session ends.
"Hey I sometimes throw parties on other days," Bebe says defensively.
"Yea, but Friday's are always the most fun," Red chimes in.
Red, Bebe and Wendy were all very close girlfriends. Bebe and Red did all the stuff with Wendy that Stan, Token, and I did not do. They went on shopping sprees, tried on different clothes, and occasionally had a girls night to themselves. Honestly, Wendy and Bebe's friendship is the longest one I have known apart from Stan's and mine.
"Alright, Kyle your turn," Red informs me.
I feel a churning in my gut as I move my hand to the glass bottle. I really did not want to make out with a girl but at this point, I guess I did not have a choice. Seeing how Bebe went at the other girl unnerved me. I did not want some girls tongue invading my mouth. Then I remembered Clyde was a possibility and that made my anxiety even worse. I could actually see myself enjoying a kiss from Clyde and what if the others saw, and Stan is sitting right beside me. At this point, I would rather it land on one of these strange girls than Clyde. I put my hand on the glass bottle and spun it with force silently wishing that I could just disappear from this spot.
Eventually, the bottle began slowing down and I noticed Bebe watching it more intensely than the others. The bottle began coming to a halt as it neared Red. I was hoping that I would not have to kiss someone I knew but that hope was coming to a halt as the bottle slowly spun past red towards Bebe. It was hardly moving now as I felt my heart skip a beat. The bottle barely moved past Bebe as it stopped. I could not believe who the bottle had landed on. Of all the people it could of landed on it landed on Clyde.
"Damn, you have bad luck," Clyde said with a light chuckle.
I did not understand why Clyde was seemingly ok with this. I was going to have to kiss him and I don't know if I should pretend I hate it or not. If I look like I am enjoying it people may start to question my sexuality and if I overreacted and acted like I was too disgusted by it people may grow suspicious. I wish I could run away but that would just look even worse, wouldn't it?
"Well Kyle," Bebe said seductively,"the bottle has spoken."
I crawl over to where Clyde is and Try not to look him in the eyes. The faster I get this over with the better. I can feel Bebe's eyes on me and I am sure she is gonna get a thrill out of this. I don't even know what Stan is doing right now and I am too uncomfortable to look. I feel myself go on autopilot as I quickly kiss him on the lips and fall back to where I was sitting. The girls begin complaining that a little peck did not count. The girls had clearly been waiting to see some guy on guy action for a while now.
"Yea kyle that was the quickest peck that anyone has given all night," Red says.
I am fighting back the urge to run away. It was bad enough I had to kiss Clyde but now the girls were demanding even more. The kiss was brief and I kept a poker face on the entire time so I was so sure I did not draw any suspicion. I looked slightly behind me and noticed that Stan was now watching the circle a little more intently. His eyes locked on to mine momentarily and I quickly looked away.
"Alright girls calm down," Clyde sais in an amused voice,"I will fix this."
I wonder what he means by that, but before I can ask Stan comes to my defense.
"What is that supposed to mean...," Stan starts to say before he is interrupted.
"There you are Stan, I have been looking for you,"Wendy's says abruptly.
I am now facing away from the circle and looking at Wendy with Stan. I was feeling so relieved to have Stan all to myself tonight and just when he was about to say something in my defense Wendy comes along. For all, that I know he was about to say he did not want me kissing other guys and maybe he actually did like me the way I liked him, but now Wendy had ruined my opportunity.
"I thought you were gonna be busy tonight," Stan ask confused by Wendy's presence.
"I finished the questionnaire I had to complete early," Wendy says full of pride,"you weren't playing spin the bottle were you."
"No, I was just watching," Stan stated defensively,"Let me show you where the drinks are."
Stan quickly leaves to the kitchen with Wendy holding his arm. I am dumbfounded but before I can even register what just happened I feel palms on my knees. I turn my head to see Clyde's face inches from mine. I go to protest but before I can he smashes his lips against mine. I fall on my back trying to crawl away from him but he just follows me. I feel his knees on mine as his tongue invades my mouth. I try to push him off of me as I blush intensely but his arms have my shoulders pinned. I feel shame and embarrassment as I hear the girls start freaking out. They are clearly enjoying the show and I just close my eyes tightly. I eventually realize that something is poking my stomach and I remember Clyde's arousal from earlier. I try to block out the noise as I imagine what everyone will say about me afterward. I tried not to enjoy it because I desperately did not want to be known called a fag later on. Eventually, the kiss ends and Clyde crawls back to his spot. He has an almost prideful look on his face as he brags to the girls about giving them what they wanted.
"Wow, Clyde that was pretty hot," Bebe compliments.
"Well yeah, I would hate to leave you girls without a proper show," Clyde sais boastfully yet somehow innocently.
I hide my face in my hat in order to hide my blush. I can not believe this was happening first Wendy shows up and takes Stan and now Clyde just raped my mouth. I get back up to my knees as I try to contain all the emotions going through me.
"Is Kyle ok,"Red asked concerningly,"He looks like he is about to fall apart."
"I think that was the first time he kissed a guy," Clyde speculates," he didn't really contribute anything."
"What was he like," Bebe asks eagerly.
I begin standing up wanting to leave immediately. My blush has subsided and my face feels a little less hot so I put my hat back on my head. Clyde is just smiling around the girls boasting about what he had done. He told them out of the few guys he has had to kiss I was the most effeminate a fact which only seems to make Bebe even happier. I do not get Clyde, he kisses another guy when he is supposedly straight and he does not even seem to mind it. He just goes on and continues being sweet with girls like he always is. It's hard to tell if he enjoyed the kiss or not. but does have a pleased look on himself. I know deep down I enjoyed it but for some reason, I still felt angry.
"I need to go to the restroom," I blurt out as I stumble my way through the living room towards the stairs.
"I wasn't that bad was I," I hear Clyde joke as he and girls start chuckling to each other.
Before I ascend the stair I notice Bebe is looking at me like she normally does, but I ignore her and quickly get to the second floor of Bebe's house. I make my way into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My skin still has a slight pinkish hue to it but for the most part, I looked fine. A let out a sigh and hoped that no one in the living room thought my sudden freakout was strange, but my mind recoiled at the thought of everyone talking shit about me.
I wash my hands instinctively like I often do when I feel any form of anxiety. I imagined Stan was down in the kitchen with Wendy and they were probably going to fuck soon like they often do. I know he and Wendy had done things together, and finding used condoms in his bedroom definitely solved the mystery or how far they had gotten in their relationship. I hate thinking of Stan in a bad way but I can not help but be mad that he left me the second Wendy showed up. I was obviously in an uncomfortable position and he left me to be embarrassed by Clyde in front of the girls we were playing with. I wish Stan would show the amount of caring he used to before he and Wendy had gotten super serious. I guess the world is always changing though and sooner or later I would have to accept it. I dampened my face with a washcloth to get it back to my regular skin color more quickly.
I left the bathroom door and began making my way to the stairs. On my way someone quickly speed walks up the stairs and bumps into me.
"watch where you are going," I say bitterly.
I then notice the person who just bumped into me was Kenny. He looked unusually well groomed and he had some girl who looked way out of his league by the wrist. His hair was combed and he was wearing clothes that had no rips or tears in them. It was almost hard to recognize him with this unusual appearance. Kenny looked like he was gonna quickly apologize then his eyes narrowed on me.
"Oh fuck off Kyle," Kenny sais dismissively
Kenny had gone from looking eager and apologetic to bitter and apathetic in a heartbeat once he realized it was me. I can not believe he has the nerve to go off on me when it was his ass running up the stairs. I assumed he was going up to the guest bedroom that Bebe 'lent out' whenever she threw parties.
I know I should not respond to Kenny and should just keep walking and go downstairs, but I am so mad at everything. I am not gonna let Kenny get away with treating me like this. Someone like him who just throws their life away over something as petty as an argument is obviously a fucking moron who has only himself to blame. I should not be surprised they say the apple does not fall far from the tree and Kenny is a prime example of that. I guess I should not even feel bad about saying Kenny was gonna end up like his parents after all, apparently I was only stating the facts.
"You're the one who bumped into me," I say angrily.
"Whatever Kyle," Kenny says turning away from me," Go back downstairs and follow Stan and Wendy like a lost dog like you normally do."
"Oh yeah," I retort,"I'm the one who does not have a life."
The girl who is with Kenny looks confused by the argument. Upstairs is mostly vacant apart from a person or two who occasionally has to use the restroom. I notice someone familiar coming upstairs but before I realize who Kenny responds to me.
"Hey I got a life you little bitch," Kenny says rudely,"You're the one who licks Wendy's cunt at least when Stan is done fucking her."
Kenny was really pissing me off, not only was he saying I did not have a life, but he was also acting like I give a fuck about Wendy. She was the one who took Stan from me, I should be the one who is pissed not some loser who had already thrown his life away.
"Yea smoking pot all day and ditching school doesn't sound like a life to me," I say bitterly.
Kenny's expression quickly changes. He goes from looking pissed to worried in almost an instant. I wonder what the hell just happened before the girl Kenny is with speaks up.
"You smoke pot and ditch school," She says in the most preppy voice I have probably ever heard in my life.
"umm," Kenny says,"no no of course not."
"Oh you are so full of shit," I tell him accusingly," are you seriously such a man whore you would lie to get your dick wet."
"Kyle shut up," Kenny yells.
"Fuck you," I spew at him," You come up here with your daily fuck and tell me I don't have a life. You are the one following in the footsteps of your worthless bum of a dad."
"Seriously stop," Kenny begs.
"Oh you started it you piece of shit," I say hatefully," Why don't you take your little girlfriend to your hobble of a house if you wanna fuck."
I am so pissed at Kenny right now. I go through having to repress my feelings toward guys every day and tonight I get blown of ditched by my best friend the second his fucking girlfriend shows up. I do not care or give a shit about what Kenny wants right now. He fucked with me first and I was gonna make him pay for it.
"Well, I guess you almost tricked me," the girl says accusingly at Kenny.
"Wait no,"Kenny begins,"I can explain."
"I guess I should have seen the signs," the girl says thoughtfully," Well goodbye."
The girl then walks by me and whispers thank you to me as she passes. She headed downstairs and I then notice Craig who I assume been standing at the top of the stairs watching. He gives me what I think is a disapproving look.
"Thanks a fucking lot Kyle," Kenny screams at me," I spent a grand trying to get into her pants and you just put it all to waste."
"Seriously," I say defensively,"who the fuck spends a grand just to fuck someone."
"Did you see her," Kenny says accusingly," That was probably the hottest girl I have ever seen."
"I had to pretend I came from some rich family all night just to get her high maintenance ass into bed," Kenny says irritably.
"Do not blame me," I retort,"Your the retard who thought he could pull it off."
"I was about to until you show up," Kenny yells.
"I don't care about you anymore," I say coldly," and I hope you enjoy being some loser who works as a janitor for the rest of his life."
"Why do you always have to be such a fag," Kenny says in a surprisingly calm voice.
I recoil at the word he uses. Just like always Kenny is behaving like an insensitive asshole.
"I'm gonna go try to fix things up with her," Kenny says walking past me,"I will get you for this Kyle."
Kenny quickly descends the stair after the girl and I stand still for a moment. I did not think of Kenny as a dangerous person but his departing words made me wonder what the hell he was gonna try to do to get back at me. I did not even do anything to him. He is the one who lied to his date and bumped into me.
Craig suddenly approaches me with a blank expression on his face.
"Why are you such a raging bitch," Craig states blankly.
"He bumped into me," I retort," Why the fuck do you care."
"I'm talking about the whole class shaming bullshit you pulled," Craig says.
First I had to deal with Kenny's stupid ass and now Craig was getting on my case for some reason. I know he and Kenny had become good friends but I never imagined that he would defend Kenny so vigorously.
"Craig just stay out of it," I snap," this doesn't even involve you."
"I don't know what you're dealing with Kyle," Craig admits,"but your not the only one that has a lot on their plates."
Before I can respond a lard car alarm begins going off from out front. Everyone downstairs is yelling for someone to shut it up and Craig keeps trying to say something only to get interrupted by the loud alarm. Craig has an agitated look on his face and then a girl runs in from the front door and comes upstairs to where Craig and I are.
"Craig that spazzy kid you came with was trying to get into your car and set off the car alarm," the girl says in a rushed voice,"now he can't get the damn thing to shut up."
"What," Craig sais dumbfounded,"Damn it Tweek."
Craig the runs outside and after a bit the annoying alarm finally ceases. I look at the time and realize it is eleven and decide it is time for me to go. Stan has left me and Kenny put me in a bad mood so I just wanted to go home now. I got to the front door of Bebe's house only to be stopped by the girl herself.
"Leaving so soon Kyle," She sais affectionately,"I was hoping me and you could.."
I interrupt her before she can finish. Tonight had been stressful enough and I do not need to deal with Bebe's advances right now.
"I am not in the mood,"I say calmly," I'm leaving now."
"Oh,"Bebe sais looking disheartened,"well come back over whenever you want," Bebe offers.
I give her a small wave goodbye as I leave her house and property. I pay no mind to the people pulling in and out of Bebe's front yard as I make my way down the sidewalk. I just wanted to go home and release some stress. I still was feeling pent up and I remember my earlier masturbation that got interrupted and decided I was going to finish what I started when I got home.