I wonder through my classes as always, barely looking at the notes and the tests, and whatever homework and tests.

I barely have an memory of any of the things that happen in class, I only sort of listen in class, anyway.

It seems to be enough to pass the class, so I'm not too concerned.

I tap my foot on the edge of the desk and chew on the end of my pencil, thinking of what to write for the next line.

The substitute teacher, is currently talking about some war, but I'm not really listening.

I'm too busy thinking about what happened earlier at lunch.

Stan had turned to me, as Kenny walked away towards his locker.

"Kyle?" Stan asked.

I turned to him, "Hmm?"

"Are you going to be sitting with us everyday?"

I stopped in the middle of the hallway, "What?"

"Are you going to be sitting with me and Kenny everyday?" He re-asks, slowing down, but not stopping.

"..." I wasn't even sure what to say.

And, then, before I even knew it, I shook my head and went to history class.

I'm pretty sure I just agreed to not be friends anymore, but I'm not sure.