Kyle's POV
Why the fuck did Craig just help me? I thought he hated me.
"Tucker?"
"The one and only" he said with a smirk as he pulled me up off the ground "There you go. What's a pretty face like you doing over here with an asshole like that?" He asked nodding his head towards Eric, who was struggling to swim.
"I'm supposed to be at his place tonight because my parents are out of town with Ike and he's trying to be a dick and get me to eat meat when I'm not allowed. Plus he's trying to get me to be his personal slave."
"Wow. Ok then. He's an asshole. You can't go home? Stay at my place then. My family won't care"
I blinked a couple of times, stunned. He actually wanted me in his house? No one ever wants me to stay at their house, not even Stan anymore! Not withought getting forced first. He snapped his fingers a couple of times in front of my face.
"You Ok? You're staring." He asked getting close to me and feeling my forehead. I flushed bright red.
"I-Im fine! And yes sure, I'd love to stay at your house. Thank you." I smiled.