Operation: KYLE

27

"Ah, don't worry, I'm not talking about... them." There was a huge hesitation in 'them' from my sentence. I didn't want to risk the possibility of me getting my ass kicked by Trent, just because I said Stan's, Kenny's, or Cartman's names alone. Fortunately, that worked on him, and he eventually cooled off. Once I was sure he relaxed, I released a large sigh of relief.

We stood there awkwardly for a few seconds while silence stuck around with us. I flickered my gaze towards Trent, head hanging low, then narrowed my eyes to the ground outside. Puddles, and flowing streams were forming on the pavement outside, the tiny, yet many droplets coalescing in to one small splash with the sound of rain hitting my ears.

Still, Trent positioned like a statue before me while holding his umbrella over his head, with only four footsteps apart between us. I slowly moved my back to lean against the wall behind me, biting my lip as I did so. I wanted to say something, but wasn't sure what. An apology, maybe? No, I'm not sure how he'll react... let's just do something else. I decided to bite the bullet, then went ahead, and opened my mouth.

"Thanks for not kicking my ass, even when I won that bet." I say genuinely. Pause. Okay, that definitely wasn't what I was aiming for. When I said 'something else' I didn't mean that, you stupid mouth! I mentally screamed to myself while smashing my head in to an imaginary pillow. I'm never breaking the ice, ever, again. My eyes were out of focus when Trent had glanced over to look at me.

He thumbed his umbrella closed, and slipped out a very large sigh. "I am a man of my word." He suddenly moves his eyes over to me, the corner of his lips quirking up as he puffed a smirk. "Unlike you guys." He says huskily. I blinked my eyeballs, then took my glance away from him with a flushed face out of extreme guilt. I scratch my cheek, feeling his gaze on me prickling my skin with his intense stare.

"Kyle!" I hear a rigid voice yell out. I give a brief blink to myself, my cheek no longer stinging. I could hear fast footsteps behind me, their shoes producing sounds of quick, light steps. I peer over my shoulder. Trent, and I could see Tweek emerging from the darkness with hurried movements, cheeks tinted with a bright-pink colour as his breath quickened while running through the corridors.

I let out a breath without meaning to, my shoulders rounded when I finally saw a familiar face, and I couldn't help, but allow a relieved smile to spread my mouth, the feeling of reassurance washing over me like a pool of waves, until I felt someone's gaze on me from another direction.

I could feel Trent looking at me some more with a dazed expression, before diverting his eyes in a haste. He slowly starts to move his steps, his running shoes tapping softly against the ground, and begins to leave from my side, his large frame leaving a shadow on the stone-cold floor.

... Wait. I felt my brows shot up in wonder. Why is he going back in? Wasn't he skipping class? I take a moment to pause. If he's not, what is he doing out here? Did he come to get something? I wrinkled both of my eyebrows at my nosiness, then closed my eyelids. I'm thinking too creepily, again. I reopened my eyes, and followed Trent's motions as he walked away without saying a word.

Tweek slows down his pace upon facing me with a grin, then takes notice of me staring at something, and follows my gaze. His smile falters, creasing a brow with visible confusion, and looks over to me. "W-was that your friend?" He inquired hesitantly, turning his head. I narrowed my gaze to meet his, and held on to it for a few seconds, finding a small bit of anxiety in his eyes. I take a moment to think about his question.

"I'm not sure." I breathed out. Tweek tilts his head a little, hinting he was extremely confused. I spotted his small gesture, and shrugged my shoulders as I bent my lips, revealing a smile. "He has intense mood swings." I briefly explained in a quiet tone while making sure Trent is out of earshot. He shapes his lips like an 'o', making it seem like he understood my answer, but I'm not entirely sure if he truly did grasp it.