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〚10〛Confrontation

〚THIRD PERSON P.O.V〛

Kyle walked to his house, it was a little dark already since in the winter, the sun set early. Once nearer to his house, he saw someone waiting for him. Someone he recognized. Immediately upon arriving, he was greeted with a voice he hadn't heard in a while,

"Kyle," Stan started.

"What do you want?" Kyle asked, his voice filled with hostility.

"We need to talk," Stan said seriously.

"There's nothing to talk about Stan, now just go home," Kyle tried to walk past him into his house, but Stan grabbed the back of his bag to stop him. Kyle sighed and stopped in his tracks. He turned around to face Stan, glaring at him slightly.

"The bet's off Kyle. I can't do this," Stan said to him.

"What? Are you just saying that because you lost?" Kyle asked annoyedly.

"I lost?" Stan asked in surprise.

"(Y/n) told me she loved me today," Kyle immediately became egoistic. He smiled victoriously, staring Stan down. It wasn't often that Kyle would be one to rub something in, but him winning (Y/n)'s heart was something he felt  the need to gloat about.

Stan's eyes widened in surprise, before looking away.

"You're lying,"

Stan was in denial.

"I'm not," Kyle confirmed, smirking at him.

"Okay, fuck you, Kyle! I don't care that she chose you! You still didn't win the bet!" Stan's expression immediately switched to anger.

"What are you talking about? (Y/n) said she loved me! I'm taking her on a date tomorrow!" Kyle said to him.

"Bebe said the deal was, you get her to fall in love, and then you break her heart! Tell me, Kyle, you know (Y/n) the same way I do! Do you have the guts to break her heart?!" Stan shouted at his friend.

"Well, I..." Kyle trailed, finally realizing what he was talking about. Kyle forgot about that part of the bet. He was so focused on his feelings for (Y/n), he forgot about what was supposed to come after.

"Please break her heart Kyle! I hope you do! Then she'll see you for what you really are, and then I'll be there to take care of her!" Stan shouted at Kyle. Kyle shoved him backward. Stan stumbled back but kept his glare plastered on him. Kyle furrowed his eyebrows at Stan before yelling,

"Don't act like you're not as guilty as me!"

"You don't love (Y/n), Kyle! Quit playing with her emotions! Break her heart already and win the bet! She doesn't deserve to be put through this!"

"Who's to say I don't love her?! And tell me Stan, why are you here saying all this?! What do you know about her?!" Kyle shouted at him.

"I know that she's had only one boyfriend ever, and that asshole lied, and cheated on her! Kyle, you know as much as I do, that (Y/n) rarely opens her heart to people! The moment she finds out that you only dated her to win a bet, is the moment she'll break! Just get it over with now, so it'll hurt less!"

"Fuck you, Stan! Quit acting like you're the bigger person! You're just a depressed, loser alcoholic—" Kyle threw a punch at Stan, only for him, to dodge.

"I'm not drunk, Kyle. I've been sober for weeks now," Stan narrowed his eyes down at Kyle, watching his angry expression.

"Let me guess? Something cliche right? (Y/n) was more than the girl you WANTED! She was the girl you NEEDED! The girl that could fix the mess of a person you are! You're gonna hit me with that cliche, sentimental bullshit, right?! Well, guess what Stan, you said the same thing about Wendy! You said she could fix you! But look how that turned out!"