Not (Complete)

Chapter 22

---Kyle's pov---

Stan kissed me again, and this time - with hesitation - kissed him back.

I put my hands onto his shoulders as he kissed me, once again sloppily.

After a few minutes, Stan pulls away from me.

Then he starts crying. I feel his tears drop off of his face and onto mine.

"Kyyyle!" He shouts burring his face into my chest again, "I'm not a slutt!"

A perplexed look makes its way onto my face, "What?"

"I don't want to sleep with you! I'm a person not a toy!" He shouts grabbing my shoulders as he sobs even harder into my chest.

"Stan? What the fuck are you talking about?" I ask, patting his back while still laying on my back and staring at the ceiling.

"Oh! So now I'm not good enough for you?!" Stan asks moving his head up to look at me.

"What?" I ask once again confused.

"You think you're so much better than me, huh? Well, you're not."

"What are you talking about? I'm not "better" than you," I tell him.

I swear to god he's such a girl.

"Then I was- what are you guys doing?"