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Stan shoved Kyle back harshly, causing the redhead to stumble. Stan's breath quickened, swiveling his head around to see who saw that, if anyone was looking. Wondering what they would do if they had been.
Kyle took a step forward, reaching his hand out towards the panicking raven, "Stan- what's wrong-"
Stan slapped the hand away, eyes sharp and glaring, "What the hell were you thinking??"
Kyle stared back in confusion, pulling the hand to his chest. His fingers pressed against his perfectly styled suit. His blue tie matched Stan's eyes, and Stan's green tie matched Kyle's. He really did look beautiful like this, his blazing red hair contrasting the black of his suit. The thought almost made Stan whine from fear. Kyle took a step forward again, "I thought we were- did you not want to-"
"No! Why would I want to do that?? And with you? Are you crazy?" Stan hissed back, his voice raising, grabbing attention from the peers around them. Their eyes pierced his skin, all surrounding and taunting him.
Kyle furrowed his brow, frustrated, "Excuse me? That's not how you've been acting for the past month! You invited me to slow dance with you!"
"Well- YOU kissed ME!" Stan shot back, causing people to gasp and murmur around them. Stan felt a jolt of panic shoot through him once again; people knew. They would start spreading rumors, then people would know he wasn't normal. That something inside him was broken, wrong; that he was just another dirty fag. Stan couldn't let that happen. His voice came out weak, shaky.
"You're- you're disgusting, Kyle."
Kyle froze, eyes widening. He looked around, seeming to notice all the eyes on him, before looking back at Stan. His face rushed through emotions quickly: panic, then anger, confusion, and finally hurt. He gave a soft, worried chuckle, "S-Stan- You don't think that-"
"I do."
"No! You don't! I know you don't!" Kyle reached out again, taking Stan's hand in his, and it burned. "You wouldn't have done all of this- spent all this time with me this past month- told me that you-"
Stan ripped his hand away from Kyle, breathing heavily once again. Tears stung at the brim of his eyes. He took two steps backwards before turning around and bolting. Kyle called back, pleading words lost as Stan slammed the dance room doors behind him. The slow romantic music of moments before stayed stuck in his head, the only thing Stan was unable to outrun.