Kyle's POV
Second Period
Fuck, I can't remember how many protons are in sliver. Was it forty? forty seven? How could I forget it!
I think it's fourty seven... fuck it. I'll put it down it down anyway.
Uranium.... ninety two?
Lithium has three...
Oh, that was the last question on this sheet.
I finished the test! I'm miles ahead of everyone else.
"Uh, Miss, I'm... finished." I try to announce as quietly as possibly. The majority of students in the class turn to stare at me anyway, which is super embarrassing. Gregory mouths 'good job' in my direction.
I need to ask him how yesterday went, and whether Christophe accepted his 'hand' or whatever ancient jargon he used. I'll try and corner him after cla-
"Miss Rutherford, I have finished too." Gregory pipes, quickly writing one last thing on the test.
He then shuffles his chair over to mine, giving me a cheesey grin.
"How'd it go?" I smile, leaning forward to keep our conversation quiet.
"Simply fantastic! He accepted!" Gregory's grin won't disappear, and I'm pretty sure he's blushing too.
"We met up in private, and had a long discussion about our future plans together, "
"And..."
"Well, we're dating now." Gregory grins.
Cute. They'll make a good couple.
"Also," He leans in as well. "I thought I should let you know that a student approached me yesterday and enquired into our relationship. I confirmed that we were romantically involved and he informed me that it didn't seem like it, and he thought they were simply another set of rumours before so." He keeps his tone low and stern.
"What should we do?" I whisper. "Should we just... act more like a couple?"
He shrugs. "I guess, what more is there to do?" Gregory exhales deeply. "What are you comfortable doing with me?" He asks.
Comfortable? What?
"Well, I guess we should hold hands more... and maybe sit closer together? I don't know! Not all relationships are physical!" This is weird... but thankfully not that awkward.
"As long as you're okay with it." Gregory leans back, sighing in relief.
I outstrech my hand, offering it to Gregory. He accepts, and intertwines it with his own. We let our hands rest on the desk, free for anyone observe and take a mental note of our totally obvious gayness.
I... I wonder what it would be like to hold hands with Stan. His hands would be warm, not sweaty, but that comfortable temperature that feels so right when pressed up against your own.
We leave our hands intertwined for the rest of the lesson. I noticed a few student's linger their gaze for just a moment too long on us, but I didn't care.
*RING*
The bells goes. The majority of the students in our class run out cheering, but a couple are still sat at their desk, trying to finish the exam Gregory and I completed so easily.
Gregory and I keep our hands intertwined as we walk through the school halls, a sight many people are eager to see considering the looks we receive from other students.
"I'm going to head off to the library, you?"
"Oh, just the regular spot out by-, Stan!" I quickly notice him in the corner of my eye, standing over by lockers staring directly back at me.
Gregory lets go of my hand and leaves for the libary, leaving Stan and I alone in the school halls.
"Ooooo." Stan gives me a playful nudge, winking when our eyes lock on eachother.
"It's nothing! Just... trialing." I blush, trying not to make my statement look forced.
God. Why the hell am I undermining my fake relationship to Gregory to Stan? This is the opposite of what I'm meant to be doing!
Stan smiles... but it doesn't look genuine. As if he's the one forcing to make something more believable.
"So uh... are you gonna sit with us today?" I ask hesitantly.
"Well." Stan pauses and thinks for a moment. "Yeah. I will."
"Sweet dude!" I exclaim, gesturing for him to follow me outside.
This... this is incredible! First yesterday, and now he's finally sitting with us again. It's almost like we're friends or something, pfttt, imagine.
As we approach the end of the oval, I see Cartman and Kenny already sitting at our spot. I'm pretty sure they spot us too from the shocked expressions plastered across their faces.
"YoubroughtStanback!" Kenny exclaims, while Cartman just gives us a dirty look.
"The fag and the slut, eh?" Cartman mumbles, raising and eyebrow and giving us his typical shit eating grin.
"Where the hell does slut come from?" Stan defends, taking stance against the fatass.
"You've been 'hangin' around' a bunch-a girls every recess and lunch Stan. That automatically makes you a slut!" Cartman explains, trying to get a rise out of him.
"Fuck off fatass, he's getting more action than you." I blurt, pushing him and his disgusting aroma away from us.
"Fuckingsnatched!" Kenny laughs.
Stan gives me a high-five, before joining us on the ground.
"You seem... fine, Cartman? Not gonna try and fight back with your fists?"
Suddenly, the fatass arises, like an angel acending from from heaven.
"I shall not lay a hand on Kyle, for he identifies as a homosexual male, and any form of violence against him would be a hate crime." Cartman grasps his hands together, purity radiating off of him. This time, without the addition of a halo from Kenny.
"Jesus Fucking Christ! Kill it!" Stan curses, shuffling further away.
Even Kenny cringes, turning his posture in the other direction.
"From this day foward I shall respect all humans, even those who choose a life of sin." Cartman's accent is clean, but he looks dead on the inside. It's fuckin creepy.
"Holy shit, what did I come back to?" Stan mutters, trying hold back a laugh. He looks genuinely happy sitting with us, and that's all that matters.
"Someoneputhimoutofhisfuckinmisery" Kenny laughs, staring at the angelic!Cartman in front of us.
"Are you gonna start sitting with us again, Stan?" I ask, gazing over at the smiling boy. He hesitates for a moment.
"Well... I wanna sit with you guys, but I also wanna sit with Wendy..." He knits his eyebrows together. "Maybe I come up with co-promise?" Stan's smile appears again, but it's forced. I know it is.
"That'd be great!" I also force a smile of my own, but it must be convincing because Stan's turns genuine.
For fucks sake. I love him so much.
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SBF: hey kyle, you free on friday?
Me: probably. why?
SBF: idk i was just thinking of inviting you over for a sleepover if you wanted
Me: shit man, totally. any reason?
SBF: not really... i just thought itd be fun to hang n stuff
SBF: if you dont wanna thats ok
Me: nah lets do it
SBF: sweet
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