Not (Complete)

Chapter 7

---Stan's pov---

"Wait, Kyle," I state grabbing his shoulder and pulling him back before
I can think.

He sighs and looks at the ground before turning around and directing his gaze directly at me, "What?"

I stare at him. His green eyes narrowed at me as I didn't say anything.

"I'm-"

He put his hand over my mouth the second I started talking. He was really close to me now.

"You shouldn't apologize if you don't mean it, Stanley," his eyes fell to the ground and he looked back up at me.

Then, he gave me a small smile.

He stood up on his tip toes and wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me into a hug.

He sighed lightly, his breath tickling my neck, "It's okay."

He let me go and started walking forward again.

I stood there for a second. Just watching him walk away.

I jogged to catch up with him to see he was frowning at the ground again.

"How'd you know I was going to apologize?" I asked.

He shrugged, "I've known you long enough, I guess."

I nodded, "Oh."

We got to his house and he stopped and turned to look at me.

"Is there a reason you didn't just ask me for answers tomorrow during study hall?"