Drifted - Stan and Kyle

[Chapter 11]

The next few weeks my mind was on Stan, and only Stan.

Stolen glances, slight touches, and unspoken words that I knew were begging to come out. It was as if that kiss had ignited something in me- and I know Stan felt it too. He had to- right?

I drummed my fingers on the desk, humming softly as I wrote my Physics report. I couldn't focus- Red and Clyde were arguing about something, and all my ideas seemed to jumble together.

I looked up from my computer, to see Stan looking back at me. 

Stan.

Stan with his dark hair, his beautiful blue eyes.

Stan with his captivating features- the sharpness of his nose, the sunkeness of his cheeks, and the darkness under his eyes

Shit.

I quickly looked down, clearing my throat and running a hand through my curls. I rested my chin on my palm before glancing up. Stan had put his headphones back on and was drumming his fingers on the desk as he wrote.

I sighed softly, finishing my report just as the bell rang. 

There was no rhyme or reason to what I was feeling- hell, I didn't even know what to do with myself half the time. Stan and I barely talked since we kissed, and before I left, all we did was talk.

It made my heart ache- my heart yearn for my best friend- because that's all he was, right? 

Our kisses- I told myself they didn't mean anything, but every other part of me said they did because Stan meant everything to me. Despite our fights, our outbursts, our rage toward each other- I'm certain... Oh god-

"Kyle!" Kenny says, hopping on my desk and snapping his fingers in front of my eyes. "Hey!"

I look up, snapped out of my nonsensical trance. A large smile grew on my face when I saw Kenny, "Sup." I said, standing up and grabbing my backpack.

"Nothin', wanna go out for lunch or eat in the cafeteria?" He asks, watching me as I pack my bags. "Craig has his mom's goofy minivan- we were all hoping to get food or something." 

Kenny has that stupid grin on his face, so I return the sentiment and nod.

"Hell yeah, I need to get out of here anyways," I glance back to where Stan usually sits. Gone. He must've left already. 

"Good. What would we do without you, ginger?" Kenny asks, standing up and wrapping his arm around my shoulder as we walk toward our lockers.

"Probably die." I roll my eyes, unlocking and opening my locker to put my backpack in it. "I am the strong moral compass of our friend group," I smirked over at him, nudging him with my elbow softly.

"Please- moral compass? Okay, mister 'in love with his ex-best-friend." Kenny teases, slamming my locker shut and narrowing his eyes- his grin cocky and arrogant.

"Low blow." I chuckle and shake my head. 

Kenny grins at me as we walk toward the parking lot, "You know I'm right," He puts his hands in the pockets of his parka, pulling a pack of cigarettes out and offering me one. I shake my head as he lights his, blowing a puff of smoke to the side.

We make it to Craig's car- Tolkien, Kenny, Tweek, Clyde and I were all piling into Craig's car when I glanced out of the window-

Stan.

Stan, getting into his car.

Stan, who had looked like he had a couple of drinks the night before.

It's as if my body had moved by itself- and I climb out of Craig's car, walking towards Stan.