Date: Fri, 6 Aug 2004 11:41:54 EDT
From: ICONvsICON@aol.com
Subject: Marcus and Kyle #5

Marcus and Kyle
By Christian Mitchell
Copyright 2004.  All Rights Reserved.

Chapter Five

    I shouldn't have been surprised by the attention that the breakup of Kyle
and Ashley had amongst our friends.  It definitely was the main topic of
conversation that morning.  As soon as I entered the school Tyler and Paul
cornered me in the hall as I was walking to my locker.
    "I'm sure you already know that Kyle broke up with Ashley, huh?" Tyler
asked with a slight tone of irritation.
    "Yeah," I nodded.
    "Of course," he huffed.  "But, hey, why didn't he tell the rest of us
about it last night?"
    "I have no idea," I replied.  "Ask him.  I'm not his publicist."
    Paul smiled.  "Close enough."
    "I found out last night after I left Tyler's house.  Basically, the news
is new to me, too."
    Tyler shrugged his shoulders.  "Well, whatever, man.  I still think he
should have said something last night.  Hell, they've been dating a long time.
I didn't even know they were having problems."
    "Maybe they weren't," Paul stated, purposely stressing every syllable.  "
School's almost over.  Soon it will be summer then he'll be off to college.
He probably wanted to let her loose so he could explore his options."
    Tyler laughed.  "Options?"
    "Yeah," Paul responded.  "Why keep yourself from the dating scene once
you're at college?  I'm sure there will be plenty of new bitches for him to fuck
around with."
    Tyler shrugged his shoulders as I rolled my eyes.
    "You should probably drop Lisa," Paul smiled.
    "Man, fuck you!" Tyler exclaimed.  "Whatever happens, happens.  But I'm
holding onto my girl for now."
    "Hey, it's just something to consider," Paul replied.
    "Shut up," Tyler replied before he focused his attention on me again.
"When you see that mother fucker, tell him that he has some explaining to.  I
mean, c'mon... he didn't even tell his boys!"
    "Yeah, yeah," I sighed.  "I'll let him know that you're on the hunt for
blood."
    "Good," Tyler smiled then punched me in the arm.
    I immediately thrust my elbow into his side.  "Don't take it out on me,"
I complained.
    Paul laughed and scratched his chin.  "See you guys in gym class."  Then
he was lost among the crowd of faces in the hall.
    Tyler started to walk away and called out," wait up, bitch!"

    I was kicking myself in the ass for not calling Kyle the night before.
We could have had talked about my conversation with my mother.  Plus we could
have attempted to devise some sort of plan of action: when to tell our friends,
what to tell them.  Because he had left my house soon after ten o'clock I
assumed that I would simply talk to him before classes started.  However, due to
the news of his breakup with Ashley, it seemed as if any private time between
the two of us was not going to take place at school.

    I didn't see Kyle until lunch when I walked into the cafeteria.  He was
already sitting with Brandon at our usual table.  I quickly paid for my
sandwich and water then joined them.  Just as I was about to sit down Ashley appeared
out of nowhere.  She didn't look very happy.  I felt bad for her, but I also
felt awkward because I was the one that Kyle was happy to see.
    Kyle's smile faded.  He glanced up at her and swallowed his food.  "Hey."
    Ashley brushed the long brown hair from her face and sat down on the
other side of him.  "That's it?  That's the greeting I get... hey?"
    "I'm sorry," Kyle smiled.  "I was trying to swallow my food."
    Brandon had stopped eating so that he could focus all of his attention on
whatever action was about to take place between Kyle and Ashley.
    "I thought we could go outside and talk when you're finished here."
    Kyle shook his head.  "I can't.  Marcus and I are prepping for an exam
before next period."
    She rolled her eyes.  "You have gym class next period."
"Well, we can't study during gym."
She quickly became agitated.  "Fine.  Are you free after school?"  Then, to
my complete surprise, she leaned closer to the table and looked over at me.
"Or do you and Marcus have plans?"
    Kyle was becoming angry.  He situated himself so that he was facing
Ashley.  "Do you really want to start an argument?  Here, in front of everyone?"
    "No, I don't want to argue," she replied.  "I want to talk.  We can still
be friendly with each other."
    "I suggest you start by dropping the attitude," Kyle sneered.
    Brandon laughed out loud and slapped his hand on the table.  "Sorry," he
apologized as he picked up his fork.  But, Brandon being Brandon, we all knew
that he really wasn't apologetic.
    Ashley's face morphed into an expression of disgust.  "Fuck you, Brandon.
 This isn't funny!  I'm not here to entertain your sorry ass."
    "Then stop being such a drama queen," he replied.
    She flipped him off and stood up from the table.  "Kyle.  Please talk to
me soon.  I just want to have a conversation with you.  Okay?"
    Kyle nodded his head.  "Alright," he replied in defeat.  "I'll call you
after school, okay?"
    "Thank you," she smiled as she walked away from the three of us.
    "And now I know why you broke up with that bitch," Brandon said in a
singing manner.  "Damn, she's becoming mean."
    Kyle waved off Brandon's declaration.  "She's not a bitch.  She's just
pissed at me."
    "Fine.  She's a bitch... with nice tits.  See, I even threw in a
compliment," Brandon grinned.
    Kyle frowned and continued speaking.  "I don't really blame her.  But,
hey... shit happens."
    "Well, that doesn't sound very friendly," I observed.
    "Hey, I feel bad," Kyle replied.  "But I'm not going to become completely
upset over it because breaking up with her was the right thing to do."  He
nudged me with his shoulder.  "I'm not the bad guy."
    "I know," I smiled.
    Brandon pushed his tray of food out of his way.  "What test do you guys
have?"
    "We don't," Kyle answered.  "I just don't want to talk to her yet."
    "I hear ya, bro."  Brandon stood up and lifted the front of his shirt,
exposing his abs for all to see.  He rubbed his hand across his stomach and
yawned.  "I'm outta here, man.  I have to finish my Biology homework."
    "Good luck," I grinned and continued to eat my sandwich.
    Before he left Brandon lightly slapped the top of Kyle's head then mine.
"Hasta luego, amigos."
    Once Brandon had vanished Kyle rested his head in the palm of his hand
and looked at me.  "How was the talk with your mother?"
    "A lot better than I thought it would be," I smiled.
    "Really?  Cool."
    "Yeah, she has no problem with you and me being together.  She just wants
me to be happy.  You know, 'no matter what, I'll always love you.'  That kind
of stuff."
    Kyle smiled.  "I'm glad to hear that."
    "And my dad talked to me briefly this morning before he went to work.  I
guess my mother said something to him last night.  He doesn't give a shit
either.  It's kind of weird actually.  If I think about it, I almost don't believe
it."
    "It's not weird.  It's great," Kyle beamed.  "I can only hope that
talking with my parents goes as well as it did for you."
    "When do you think you're going to do that?"  I asked with more than just
a bit of curiosity.
    "I don't know, within the next couple of days.  Before the weekend, for
sure."
    "Good."
    "I'm nervous about it, though.  I know my parents pretty well, but a part
of me wouldn't be surprised if they were really upset with me."
    "I'm sure it will be fine.  I'll send good energy your way," I replied.
    "Thanks.  I may need all I can get," he laughed.
    "When do you want to tell everyone else... like Tyler and our other
friends?"
    "I don't know.  What do you think?"
    "How about right now?" Tyler whispered.
    I don't know how long he had been standing there, but he did a very good
job of sneaking up behind us.  His voice scared the shit out of me.  I must
have jumped three feet above my chair just as Kyle's head slipped right out of
the palm of his hand.
    "Shit!" Kyle exclaimed.  "How long have you been standing there?"
    Tyler was laughing hysterically.  "About three seconds!" he snorted.  He
was having a difficult time speaking full sentences without bouts of laughter.
 "Man, you should have seen your faces.  Fuck, that was the funniest thing
I've seen in a long time!"
    "You won't be laughing when I kick your fucking ass," Kyle scoffed.
    Tyler sat down at the table.  "I'm sorry.  I couldn't help myself.  When
I heard my name I couldn't resist the urge to say something."
    "What exactly did you hear us talking about?" I asked.
    "Kyle needs all he can get of something or other.  And you wanted to know
when to tell your friends something or other.  I don't know what the hell you
guys were talking about," he replied as if he was disinterested.  "But I'm
really curious now."
    "I bet," Kyle responded.
    Tyler held up his hand to indicate that he requested our silence.
"First... I have an issue with Kyle."
    "Yeah, what's that?"
    "Why didn't you tell us about breaking up with Ashley?  You could have
said something last night when you were at my house.  Brandon told me this
morning because Tina had told Paul about it on the way the school."
    "Oh," Kyle replied with wide eyes.  "Ashley confided in her best friend
Tina, who then told her brother Paul, who then told Brandon.  Then he told you?"
    Tyler pondered the thought for a moment then nodded his head.  "Yeah,
that's right."
    "What else have you heard?"
    "Not much.  I know Ashley was really confused by it because she doesn't
think you gave her a good enough explanation as to why you were breaking up
with her.  But apparently she told Tina that she's pretty sure she knows what the
real reason is."
    "And what's that?" Kyle asked with piqued interest.
    I admit that I was intrigued by the conversation.  I looked at Tyler as
if I was about to hear the biggest news story of the year.
    "Beats the hell out of me," he shrugged.  "If Tina told Paul then he
didn't say anything to us.  I'm just telling you what I heard."
    The only thing that Kyle said was "the grapevine of Westwood High."  He
threw his hands up and rose from the table.  "I'm going outside."
    "Hey, it's cool.  I'm just giving you a hard time," Tyler beamed.
    "I know," Kyle replied.  "But still... all this gossip... give me a break,
man."
    "Well, if I were you I'd plan on talking to Ashley some time soon," Tyler
suggested.
    "And why is that?" Kyle asked.
    "Because..." he stressed.  "If she doesn't think you told her why you broke
up, but she thinks she knows the reason why, then she'll start blabbing to
all her friends.  Then the whole school will know about it by the end of the
week.  And if she wants to be a real bitch about then she could start telling a
shit load of lies."
    I looked at Kyle with raised eyebrows.  "Tyler's right, you know?  You're
gonna have to talk to her.  You better call her after school, like you told
her you would."
    "She might tell everyone you're a lousy lay or something,'" Tyler said.
"Just completely go off the deep end and say shit.  Psycho boyfriend.  You
cheated.  Small dick.  Who's to say for sure."
    "Dude," Kyle exclaimed.  "You know none of that is true!"
    "I do.  A lot of people outside our group of friends might not.  " Tyler
replied.  "And, besides, you know what they say... it's not the size of the
tool, but how you work it."
    "Bitch, you know I don't have a small dick."
    "You could be a shower and not a grower, for all I know," Tyler laughed.
    "Hey!" I shouted in an effort to calm the situation before it started to
get out of hand.  "Kyle, just call her and find out what this is all about."
    Kyle sighed and allowed his shoulders to slump forward.  "I will."
    He grabbed the upper sleeve of my shirt and pulled until I stood up.  I
swallowed the last bite of sandwich and picked up my tray.  Thankfully, a
couple guys from our class approached the table and sat down.  Tyler noticed that
he wasn't going to be left alone to eat lunch and smiled.
    "See you guys later," I said as Kyle and I walked away.

    It was a warm and sunny day so Kyle and I walked to the parking lot.  We
sat down on the grass near the sidewalk leading to the school building. There
was a guy mowing the lawn, causing bits of grass to fly in the air.
    I sneezed.  "Damned grass."
    "Bless you," Kyle chuckled.
    "Thank you," I smiled.
    "Oh, shit," Kyle whispered, barely moving his lips at all.  "Here comes
Ashley now."
    "Yes, God bless you," Ashley offered.
    "Thank you," I repeated.
    "Did you come out here to fight with me again?" Kyle asked.
    "No," she answered.  "Is this how you study for your exams?  No sheets of
paper?  No books?  Do you have your study guide written on your hand or
something?"
    "Ashley, I just didn't feel like talking about all of this now."
    She sighed and threw her hands up before returning them to her hips.
"It's fine.  Don't worry.  I get it.  I know what this is all about now."
    "What?"
    "The two of you.  You and Marcus.  You must think I'm really fucking
stupid, Kyle.  We dated for over two years.  You think I don't know you?"
    "What the hell are you talking about?" Kyle questioned with irritation.
    "You do!" she exclaimed.  "You do think I'm stupid!"
    Kyle grunted loudly.  "Stop it!"
    "I'm talking about your new girlfriend.  Marcus."
    "Wait a minute," I protested.  "I'm not a fucking girl.  I can't be
anybody's fucking girlfriend."
    Ashley glared at me.  "Well, someone has to be the girl in the
relationship, right?"  She kneeled down so that she and I were at eye level.  "I just
figured that since he's been fucking me for the past two years he has more
experience being the man than you do."
    "Holy shit," I said, shaking my head from side to side.
    "Ashley you are way out of line," Kyle interjected.
    "Am I?"
    "Yes, you are.  Why are you doing this?
    "I'm gonna tell you right now," she said and sat on the grass.  She took
a deep breath and flung the hair out of her face.  Tears had already started
to roll down her cheeks.  "You started talking about Marcus a lot more than
usual during the past few weeks.  It was almost unbearable.  I tolerated it
because I knew that the two of you were best friends.  Marcus is my friend, too.
But there was something about the way you talked about him.  The look you had
in your eyes."
    Neither Kyle nor I said anything.  We continued to devote all of our
attention on Ashley.
    "Then after Marcus' birthday party... when you spent the night at his
place.  I never really heard from you after that.  A two minute phone conversation
and that's it.  We didn't have sex at all.  We always had sex over the
weekend.  You avoided me like the plague.  And the time that you would have spent
with me was spent with Marcus instead."
    Kyle ran his hand through his hair and let out a deep breath.
    "Then when you wanted to take a break from our relationship, I knew" she
whispered.  "Kyle... I just knew it."
    "I don't know what to say," he said.
    "There's nothing to say," she replied.  "The last thing that really clued
me in was the way you treated me in the cafeteria.  You always would have
talked to me.  Whenever we fought in the past, you were always willing to listen
to me.  Suddenly, I no longer had that opportunity.  And when I found you out
here... allegedly studying... but you weren't."
    I diverted my gaze from Ashley to the sidewalk.
    She brushed a blade of grass from her jeans.  The anger seemed to have
completely disappeared from her face and voice.  "Those are the reasons I knew
that my suspicions were correct."
    My mouth must have been wide open, completely hanging to my chest.  I had
absolutely no idea of how to respond to Ashley.  I wasn't even sure if I
should say anything at all since it really was a conversation between she and Kyle.
    I could not believe the pace of how the events of the past few days had
played out.  What I thought was going to be a secret between Kyle and me was
quickly being exposed from one hour to the next.  It seemed like life was in
fast forward ever since we had slept together.
    "If you had these suspicions for the past couple weeks, why didn't you
say anything to me?  Why didn't you let me know what you were thinking?"  Kyle
asked not much louder than a whisper.
    Ashley shrugged her shoulders.  "I guess I was scared to hear the truth."
    "You don't know what..."
    She quickly interrupted," please don't point the finger at me like I'm a
crazy person.  If none of this is true, then just tell me."
    Kyle didn't say anything and neither did I.
    "Tell me that I'm wrong and I will apologize for everything that I've
said."
    The silence was so profound that I didn't hear the lawn mower or the
birds or any of the students outside.  An immense silence had enveloped the three
of us.
    Ashley let her arms fall to her side.  Her hands landed on her shoes with
a clap.  That's all that was going through my mind at that moment.  I was so
stunned by Ashley's revelation that, for some reason, I concentrated on the
clap echoing around in my head.
    Kyle broke the silence by clearing his throat.  "I don't think I want to
talk about any of this right now."
    Ashley took a deep breath and straightened her back.  "Yeah," she agreed.
 "That's fine.  We can talk later."
    Kyle stood up and held out his hand to help Ashley to her feet.  Then she
extended her hand to me.  When I finally stood completely erect she kissed me
on the cheek.
    "I'm sorry I said those things to you earlier.  I still love you, Marcus.
 You're still my friend.  I'm sorry that I started to take my anger out on
you."
    I accepted her apology with a nod of my head.  I glanced at Kyle.  He
suddenly looked exhausted.
    He put his arms around Ashley and kissed her on the forehead.  "I'm
sorry, too."
    She relished in the strength of Kyle's embrace for several seconds then
finally pulled away from him.  "I'm not going to say anything to anyone. I'd
like to finish our conversation though."
    Kyle quietly replied," okay."
    The bell signaling the end of lunch and the start of the next class rang
out.  I looked over my shoulder and watched some students return to the
building.
    "Better get your asses to gym class," Ashley said as she walked away.  I
was relieved to see her smile return, even if in a subtle form.
    Kyle turned to me and slapped his hand on my shoulder.  "Come on.  Let's
go."