The Nerd Tastes Like Strawberries - Style (Stan x Kyle)

the names stoley, kevin stoley {4}

[kyle]

don't you dare cry, he's just a stupid boy - don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. i chant in my head. but when i reach the boys bathroom, i burst into tears, a year seven boy looks at me like i'm crazy but honestly i don't really care. i lock myself in a cubicle, i hear the bathroom door open then close.

assuming the year seven left, my sobs become louder. why the fuck am i crying over a stupid player?

"asshole, dickhead," i mumble.

"checking if everything is there, or...?" i hear an amused voice chime from outside of the cubicle.

"yep, i am." i try to say in my normal voice, although it comes out as a sob.

"does someone need a hug?"

"no." i mumble.

"well, either you come out and gimme a hug or i'm going in there."

i stay silent.

"alrighy then."

suddenly a mass of black hair is under the cubicle door, i froze for a minute because i swear i thought it was stan, turns out this guy is wayyyy to lanky to be stan.

as he crawls under the cubicle door, i start to chuckle at the giraffe limbed guy. he really crawled on the dirty boys bathroom floor underneath a cubicle just to give me a hug?

he sighs, still laying on the floor, stomach flat on the ground. "can.. can you just open the door, i got half way and forgot how lazy i actually am."

"sure," i open the cubicle door, which has graffiti written on it. the guy is still laying on the floor, "you can get up." i laugh.

he jumps up off the ground, "ew, yuck, nope."

"are you okay?" i ask, chuckling.

"i think..." he pauses, while looking down. "i think the floor got me pregnant."

"i'm kyle." i say smiling.

he suddenly pulls out black sunglasses, and covers his eyes, flicking his nails he replies, "the names stoley, kevin stoley."

-

as the bell sirens that school is over, i walk through the mass of teenagers. as i reach my locker i remembered, fuck i've got stupid after school detention. i pout in annoyance, and dump books that i don't need in my locker, then shoot my mom a quick text saying i'll be home late.

i look around and see only a few students left in the hallway, i sigh and begin to walk to the detention room.

when i enter the room, my favourite teacher is in there - ms. beau. she's no older than 25 and really pretty, not only that but she's really laid back and funny. "afternoon, mr. broflovski." she smiles warmly.

i smile when i notice a pissed of kenny sitting at the back of the room, at least i'm not alone. i walk over and sit next to him.

he instantly smiles at me, "how's you and stan? you both didn't come back to class after he went searching." kenny winks.

"i'll tell you later." i pout.

i pull out my phone, luckily, because ms. beau is chill she lets us have our phones. after aimlessly scrolling through instagram for a bit, i sigh.

why does stan do this to me?

why did i even assume he liked me?

do i like him?

should i just ignore him?

after having a mental argument with myself, i decide i will completely ghost him. he does not exist. he is not hot. he is a ghost.

my phone suddenly lights up: @kevinstoley started following you! kenny glances over my shoulder. "ooo, kevin stoley." he chimes.

"you know him?"

"yeah, obviously! he's got a sweet lookin' ass."

i slap him on the arm. "pervert."

"aww man, i bet he's a virgin too, with those pretty blue eyes and red lips-"

i tune kenny out after that. i pull up twitter, several people liked the tweet i made a few hours ago.

"@kyle_broflovski: all i get from you is mixed emotions."

i decide to delete the tweet. i want nothing to do with that jerk face.

A/N:

okokok i know it seems like kyle is being over dramatic but that's how i kinda picture kyle; like he's over dramatic, over sassy, super homosexual. you get me?

let me know if it is annoying because if so, i'll just tone it down a bit.

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