Meant To Be (STAN X KYLE)

The Talk

As we reached our final class, I reached for my chair and sat down, unable to pay attention. Why would Kyle say horrible things about himself? Did I do something, glancing across the classroom mine and Kyle's eyes locked. His eyes were still puffy from crying and I couldn't help but stare into his eyes. A finger tapped my on the shoulder, Wendy. I think she caught me staring at Kyle.
"Stan, are you okay? Why are you looking at Kyle, did he do something?" She said sweetly,
"No, I'm fine Wendy, thanks." I replied back,
"Stan you can tell me anything, you do know that?" rubbing my shoulder and whispering.
I nodded, but still felt uneasy. I couldn't stop fiddling with my fingers.
"Stan, talk to me after class." Wendy whispered into my ear,
I nodded, glancing behind my shoulder to see Wendy twirling her hair around her finger, tapping lightly on the desk. She was acting surprisingly caring. I quickly shot a look at Kyle, he was looking back at me, doodling in his journal. What was he doing? He pulled my hat down, covering his ears. I could tell he didn't like this lesson, but wasn't attempting to concentrate; he was most likely thinking of what happened and had a frown on his face. I shot him a smile, but he didn't smile back.

After class, I met Wendy in the hallways, she was waiting for me, with Bebe behind her. She crossed her arms and looked at me concerned. She then placed her hands on my shoulders and pulled me closer towards her.
"Stan, I can tell when your not okay, I can read you like a book." She said,
Bebe had her camera slightly out her pocket, most likely recording. But I brushed it aside.
"Im fine Wendy, I've told you this." I sighed,
"No. Stan no you're not, stop lying to me." she said, in a slightly more harsh voice, she was getting snappy now, maybe I should just tell her.
"Well Kule has been bothering me today, he was. Erm..  Crying, thats why he didn't arrive to class." I muttered.
She let go of my shoulders, hands dropped besides her in tight balls. Great, she was mad at me. I shouldn't of told her, she'll probably think I was making out with him or something.
"Stan! Stop lying to me, get truthful with me. What were you and Kyle doing?"
"I already told you! I was comforting him, whats wrong with that?" I yelled, before covering my mouth with my hands, I didn't mean to yell at her, why do I have to fuck everything up? I could see tears forming in her eyes, she just stood there. Her hands not in tight fists, but completely just hanging on her sides - frozen. I saw Bebe fiddling with her phone before approaching us.
"What the hell Stan!" She shouted angrily,
"I- I didn't mean to- I swear!"
"No, Stan. Save it!" she shushed me, before punching me hard in the arm, walking away with Wendy, her hand on her back. My hands become tight fists, how could I been so stupid, she won't forgive me for sure now, you really did it this time Stan. Good job! Everyone had their eyes on me, some with phones out. I ran into the opposite direction, running straight into Kyle.
"Dude, are you okay?" He asked
"I saw a bunch of people around you, what happened?"
I put my head down, I can't tell him now. I ran off into the boys bathroom, slamming the stall door behind me.
KYLES POV:
What even just happened? I peered around the corner anxiously, people were coming towards me, some towards the other direction. All of a sudden, I had everyone surrounding me.
"Why do,you have Stans hat? Are you his boyfriend?"
"Stan is such a cheater!"
Other people yelling in my face. Did they think I was dating Stan? I immediately texted Stan:

ME: wtf is going on? why is everyone asking me if im ur bf?
SBF: im screwed. Just come to the boys bathroom.
ME: okay.. see you in 5.

I pushed past the several people blocking my way, and searched for the boys bathroom, before sliding in.
"Stan?" I muttered,
"Im... Here" he said, opening the stall.
I took him out of the stall.
"Tell me why people think I'm your boyfriend!"
He stood there for a moment, before breaking the silence between us,
"Well.. I kind of erm, got in a fight with Wendy, I accidentally yelled at her and now she thinks I cheated on her, with.. You..."
"And everyone believed her?" I asked.
"I guess so.. She wont forgive me for this, ugh.. I hate myself."
I placed my hands gently on his shoulders before gazing into his ocean blue eyes.
"Stan. Don't say that about yourself. I hope your aware that im always here for you, and whatever you do. I'll be here for you. Even if people think we are gay for each other, I'll be by your side, here for you."I said.
"Thank you, Kyle." He whispered into my ear, smiling.
I gripped hie shoulders before pulling him into a tight hug. Poor guy, he didn't deserve this, this was all that Bitch's fault. Wendy, how could she just accuse him of cheating? Stan chuckled a little, I could feel wetness on my shoulder,was he crying? But all I knew that Stan was in my arms. I pulled him away, wiping his tears. I could feel myself get fuzzy inside, like that feeling I had on the bus, I felt my cheeks getting hot.
"Stan, I think I have a cold, my cheeks are getting so hot right now." I stared into the mirror, why were my cheeks so red?
"I think I should go home."
Stan chuckled, we should get going now, I don't want anyone to see me, can you cover me up. Please?"
"Of course."

We arrived at Stan's locker, there was a pink letter, signed with a pink heart, he slowly opened it. I peered over his shoulder, it read:
"Stan I think your gay, and pretending to be straight. Things aren't the same anymore, I'm now aware you have feeling for Kyle. I hate you, we are done.

-Wendy"
"What! Thats so stupid" I said,
"She thinks I'm.. Gay?-"
"Apparently." I muttered,
he scrunched up the paper, throwing it aside. Going towards Wendy.