Not (Complete)

Chapter 17

---Kyle's pov---

I stared at Stan for a minute.

I was waiting for the 'just kidding, loser!' then he would shove me or something and walk away laughing.

But he didn't. He just continued staring at the locker across the hall.

I looked over at the locker, and realized he just didn't want to look at me.

I shrug and raise an eyebrow at him, "No."

I don't belong at a party.

I'd be that one lame person reading or maybe just sitting it the corner petting their dog.

Either way, parties are not my thing.

Never have been, never will be.

I slam my locker shut and then turn back to Stan.

"Why not?" He whines slightly.

I stare at him.

He can't seriously want me at a party. There's no way.

"I'm not good at "parties.""

"There's no such thing as 'good at parties!' Come on, it'll be fun!" He shouts grabbing my shoulders and shakes me slightly.

I shake my head, "I don't like parties."

Stan stared at me like I just said I eat babies, "How can you not like parties!"

"They're senseless and pointless. And honestly, they're really boring and stupid."

"Have you ever even been to a party?" Stan asks.

I nod, "I'm not going."