Super Best Friends? Stan x Kyle (style)

Chapter 14

Stans POV

I don't know which is worse Kyle kissing Bebe or the awkwardness I shared with Wendy. Wendy definitely Wendy, why would I care about Kyle and Bebe? Is this how he felt whenever I kissed Wendy in front of him. God I feel so bad for fighting him I can still see the scar on his lip. I'm such an asshole. I pull out a flask, which I keep for emergencies and I would consider this an emergency. I know Kyle would nag me for this right now but I don't give a shit, he can hang out with his new girlfriend for all I care. Why Bebe? He never showed any interest in girls or Bebe for that matter, now for him to go around kissing her in the halls? Maybe Shelly's right I don't know him as well as I thought I did. Those words rang in my ear over and over again. I know Kyle he's my best friend! I should focus on Wendy. I concluded while trying to figure out what to do next. Maybe just talk? I mean she told me everything willingly? I feel so bad for Nicole what's she doing?  I take a few long chugs from my until I finish my flask then set it down. It's been awhile since I needed a drink, especially at school. I get up setting one knee on the ground to launch me up with the other on my higher knee. I stumbled a bit, It's definitely kicking in. I thought to myself. I should have a higher tolerance by now, I don't know maybe...for some sciency reason. I don't care. I walk out of the bathroom slightly swaying side to side. I feel really shitty right now. Wendy was cheating on me I fought with my best friend in the whole wide world and he probably hates me now and on top of that I'm fucking drunk at school. Speak of the devil I run into Kyle who was on his way to the bathroom with a hall pass swinging in his palm. "Kyle?" 

"Stan?"

"I'm so sorry..I was wrong, I shouldn't have punched you or-or accused you! " I sound so drunk slurring over my words like this. But everything I'm saying is true. I grabbed his arm, "Kyle I'm.." I run to the nearest trash can to throw up. 

"Stan are you drunk?!" He looked at me with hurt and anger. "You couldn't say sorry sober so you had to get drunk!" He totally ignored the fact that I confessed my feelings for him, good thing it was in the middle of class so no one heard that. He looked like he was about to cry which was rare for Kyle 'cause he always though crying was gay. 

"Yeah..but-" I try to justify what i'm doing knowing I probably can't. "Please Kyle believe me," 

"Stay here." He left from the direction he came from. 

It'd been awhile and I was starting to think he wasn't coming back for me and just left me here, when I saw his green ushanka hat. "Kyle!" I stood up from sitting next to the trash can where I threw up every once in a while. 

"C'mon" He said angrily while pulling my arm. We walked out of school to his car. 

"Didn't you take the bus?" I asked.

"Not today."

"Oooh, Bebe" I raised my eyebrows and nudged him.

"No because...Nevermind let's just get you home." He put the car in reverse and pulled out then shifting to drive he got out of the parking lot almost speeding. 

"Slow down!" I yelled at him. He did he slowed down to where I didn't want to throw up. I saw my house in view, God now I have to get ready to face my parents drunk.