POV- Kyle
I was sitting at my usual lunch table waiting for Stan to show up. Cartman and Kenny were bickering about Kenny being poor. I was picking at the food my mom packed not really hungry. "Well at least you're not a Jew like Kyle, Kinny"
"Shut the fuck up fatass" Cartman and I kept bickering back and forth as usual. He always got on my nerves. I heard the doors to the cafeteria open and I looked up. I saw a pair of dark blue eyes and raven hair. My heartbeat sped up at the sight. Then I looked over at the girl clinging to his arm. Wendy.
Wendy was a nice girl, pretty too. Stan seemed to be head over heals for her ever since we were in third grade. I remember how he couldn't even talk to her and would throw up every time she tried to. They were on and off in elementary school, because of their age most likely. Then they got back together in seventh grade and now we are in eleventh grade and they are still together. The perfect high school love story. Well not to me.
I finally realized I was gay in seventh grade and I realized I was in love with Stan in eighth. I never did anything about it since Stan is obviously straight and in love with someone else. So I decided not to act on my desires as it will get me nowhere. I cant stand the thought of telling him and losing my super best friend.
Stan leaned down and kissed Wendy. He said goodbye and made his way to our table. "Sup guys" he sat down next to me, briefly his arm swept mine sending shivers throughout my body.
We ate for a while. Cartman was now ranting about some bitchy teacher who gave him detention. I looked over at Stan who surprisingly was looking at me but quickly looked away thinking I couldn't see him. Why was he looking at me? Did I have something on my face or something? I brushed it off and looked back at my food.
"Hey Kyle, do you want to come to my house later? I have something I want to talk about." Stan said lowly so only I could hear him. What does that mean? I looked over at him "What do you want to talk about"
"Ummm I'll tell you later" he said with a faint blush on his cheeks.
"Uh ok then sure"
"Cool" he smiled at me with his cheeks still pink. Then the bell rang and we all left to go to our next class.
The entire rest of the day I couldn't focus on anything. I was too focused on what Stan wanted to talk about. It was probably nothing. Right? What if he found I was gay? No that's impossible. I've never told anyone I was gay, how could he figure it out? My thoughts kept going like that all day.
I met Stan at the steps in front of the school. "Ready?" He asked. I nodded and we started walking to his house. We finally got there and he took me upstairs into his room.
"So what did you want to talk about?" I asked as Stan shut the door to his room. He was blushing again but a little more than earlier. Was he getting sick?
Stan sat down next to me on his bed and started talking. "I- um" he took a deep breathe "I'm not in love with Wendy"
It took me a minute to process what he just said. "Wait what do you mean? You guys have been together for like forever"
Stan blushed harder and then looked at me. "I um- like someone else..."
"Oh" is all said back. Who's the new bitch who's going to make my heart break even more?
"Yeah" he responded with his face still red.
"Who is she?" He looked away from me at that and
took a deep breath. "It's actually a- uh.... he"
I was in shock. Stan was gay? I would've never guessed that. I thought gays were supposed to have good gaydar. I think mines broken. I guess I've been not saying anything for a while and Stan said with panic in his voice "S-shit I shouldn't of said anything this was a mistake" He put his head in his hands.
I put my hand on his shoulder. "No no it's fine! Sorry I just needed to think about what you said" I said quickly. He raised his head and I asked the question I didn't want to ask. "W-who is he?"
Stan grew an even darker shade of red and he looked at me right in the eyes. "You"