eyebrow. I think I have the sheet upstairs, he said hastily.
Kyle nodded and turned to his own overwhelming pile of homework.Kenny dashed up the
stairs, into his room, and leaned against his bedroom door. He ran
his fingers through his hair, asking himself that question once more.
Why is this so damn hard?He began searching for
the English sheet about the assignment he was pretty sure was
non-existent, trying not to think about the Jew in his living room.Hey, Kenny? he
heard Kyles voice from his living room a few moments later. Kenny
bit his lip and went back down the stairs, where Kyle met him at the
bottom. He wore a look of confusion and suspicion, and held Kennys
Psyche project notes in his hands.Uh, whats this,
man? he asked slowly. He turned a few pages. Whys my name
here?Kennys face became
the colour of the blood now pumping a thousand miles an hour through
his body. Thats my Psychology project he said in anxiety.
Kyle looked up at him.Goal to be
completed for analysis, Kyle read. As his ivory eyes continued
scanning the page, they grew wider. To successfully receive one
kiss, on the lips, from every student in the twelfth grade. Kyle
looked back up to Kenny again, his confused look now expectant.Kenny rubbed the back
of his neck with his arm, avoiding Kyles gaze. Yeah, Macke...