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Stan
I didn't see Kyle again until Monday, at school. I didn't hear from him through texting either- but after Wendy apparently posted on Facebook or whatever the guys immediately texted, questioning about the breakup.
I was glad to get all the explaining out of the way. Most of the stuff, I just made up, though. The fake answers were perfect for ending the unwanted conversations rather quickly.
Sunday was a blur. I promised myself I wouldn't, but after all those ugly thoughts I just had to do it.
I knew Kyle wouldn't like it, but at the time that was of no matter. He wasn't there.
I couldn't tell if he thought I was a jerk too now.
Wendy certainly did.
I felt bad about it, really. I started to wonder about things like,
Was it really worth it?
So with such ugly thoughts, I couldn't resist.
All throughout Monday morning the girls kept looking me over in rude glares, and whispering. A few straight up called me a jerk.
No one said anything about Kyle, so I assumed Wendy kept quiet about that, which was good enough.
I didn't really mind anything that was going on.
Wendy hadn't done anything like all her friends. She just sort of glanced at me once and avoided me for the rest of the day.
During studyhall, I couldn't resist, either. Once I start with that sort of thing, it's hard to stop. I went outside into the courtyard, in which we were all allowed during studyhall. I brought a water bottle that was filled with vodka.
There weren't many people. Just a few sitting at tables reading books. No one really ever came out this way.
I sat down in the shade, behind a tree, and twisted the cap off of the bottle. I was just thinking about if I should chug it all down, or just take sips- and just as I brought the bottle to meet with my mouth I looked up to see Kyle, standing with his arms crossed.
"Really dude, this again? What the fuck?"
"Just water.." I showed him the bottle.
"Then why are you back here?"
"I felt like being alone."
"Well now you're not." He snatched the bottle from my hands.
"I knew it wasn't water.." He muttered, frustratedly. He sighed, and offered a hand. I took it and stood up.
"What are you doing here, anyways?" I try to change the subject.
He hugged me. My eyes widened, "Kyle..? Uh.."
"I was looking for you.." He explained, slowly letting go, "and you weren't inside.."
I wonder what the hug was for.
"Yeah.."
"You're still gonna eat lunch with us, right?"
"Huh..? Oh.. I don't know."
"Is there something wrong, dude?"
"Not at all, anymore." I exhale, relieved. I was so glad that Kyle wasn't mad or anything. I don't know why I thought so, really, but I just sort of had that doubting idea in the back of my mind.
"That's good.." Kyle said, emptying out the contents of the bottle behind the tree. He stepped on the bottle, crushing it, and tossed it. "There."
He brushed his hands off on my shirt.
