Not (Complete)

Chapter 9

---Kyle's pov---

I felt my face heat up as I hugged him back.

Don't get too attached, Kyle. He doesn't like you that way and he's only using you.

I sigh, "Anyway, let's go."

Stan nods a stupid grin plastered on his face.

We walk inside my house and I take off my shoes and head towards the living room.

Oh yeah, mom, dad, and Ike went to that thing Ike wanted to go to...

I sigh and sit my bag down sitting on the couch next to it.

I rummage through it searching for my science folded when I find it I pull out the homework and offer it to Stan who's still standing awkwardly next to the couch.

I give him a questioning look, "You know you can sit down if you want to, right?"

A small, faint blush goes over his face as he nods and sits down next to me.

I hand him the paper and he starts to copy it.

I sit on the couch staring at the ceiling.

"So... Kyle... How have you been?" Stan asks. The silence must've been awkward for him.

"Fine," I reply not moving my eyes from the ceiling.

"That's... Good."

I nod slightly. I don't need this small talk. I just want him to hurry up and finish copying and leave.