Kyle sat at the lunch table, pretending to drink his carton of apple juice, but he was really watching his best friend wrap his arms around that bitch, Wendy.
“Dude, what you looking at?” Kenny waved a gloved hand in front of Kyle’s face.
Kyle didn’t answer, his upper brow furrowed as Stan wrapped his muscular arms around Wendy’s tiny waist, pulling her into his chest.
Kenny realized what Kyle was looking at, and smiled softly.
“Someone’s jealous.” Kenny sucked the last of his chocolate milk out of its carton.
Kyle squeezed the carton of juice until it exploded all over the two boys.
“Jealous?” Kyle laughed softly. “Why would I be jealous of Stan?”
Kenny wiped the juice off his cheek. “I know you’re not jealous of Stan.”
“Then what do you mean?” Kyle asked, glaring at the smirking blonde across from him.
Kenny shook his head. “You’re jealous of Wendy.”
“Wendy? Why would I be jealous of her?” Kyle slammed the carton on the table.
“Because you want Stan for yourself.” Kenny replied, as if daring Kyle to argue his logic.
Kyle’s face turned bright red, partly because what Kenny was saying was unfortunately true, and partly because that cheeky bastard had figured it out.
Kenny stared at Kyle.
“Did I get it… right?” he asked, shocked.
“Y-yeah…” Kyle stammered, placing his head on the table.
“Dude! I have been suspecting that for a while… but I never thought I would have ever have gotten you to admit it!” Kenny thrust his fist into the air.
“Admit what?” Stan had showed up next to Kenny’s shoulder, and sat down next to him.
“Oh, that Kyle…” Kyle reached across the table and placed his hand over Kenny’s mouth.
“What the fuck Kenny!” Kyle grabbed his backpack and stormed out of the cafeteria.
Stan ran after him.
“Kyle! Wait up!” he yelled, but Kyle started into a run.
Stan caught up to him and grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to stop.
“What was that about?” Stan panted, bending over to catch his breath.
“Nothing Stan. Just go back to your girlfriend.” Kyle put emphasis on the last word.
Stan stood there for a second, and then it dawned on him.
“You jealous of me!” he pointed at Kyle.
“Of you?!” Kyle threw his hands in the air. “Here we go again!”
“Yeah, me! You can’t stand the thought of me and Wendy together! You want her for yourself!” Stan yelled.
“Trust me Stan. That’s not it.” Kyle smirked, and turned to walk away, but something stopped him.
“Stan?” a voice called.
Stan turned around. His expression softened. “Wendy… just go back to the cafeteria. Kyle and I need to talk… man to man.” He put his arm around Kyle’s neck.
“No Stan. We need to talk.” Wendy gestured for Stan to sit down.
“Well, I don’t know how to say this… but…” Wendy didn’t finish.
“Is there, someone else?” dread crept across Stan’s face.
“Yes.” Wendy whispered, tears fell down her face.
“Who?” Stan grabbed Wendy’s hand.
“…Eric…” she winced as Stan let go of her hand and stood up.
“CARTMAN?” Stan yelled, his voice making several freshman jump.
“Stan… please don’t take it so hard.” Wendy pleaded, she too was on her feet.
Kyle turned around, so he wasn’t looking at the two of them.
A crack broke the silence. Skin against skin.
Kyle turned around again, his curiosity getting the best of him, but as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.
Stan stood there, one gloved hand holding the other glove, but he was staring at Wendy’s face.
Wendy clutched her face, shocked. She turned and ran.
Stan dropped to his knees. “Wendy… how could you!!” he sobbed.
Kyle slowly walked over to Stan’s shaking body, and knelt down next to him.
“Not again…” he whispered to himself, wrapping both hands around Stan.
Stan looked up. “Kyle….”
“Shh…” Kyle assured. “It’s ok.”
Stan wrapped his arms around Kyle and buried his face into his chest.
Kyle hugged him tighter, he couldn’t bear to see Stan cry. He just watched as his own tears fell to the ground.