Hello my ditty dotty darlings! My first Kevedd story, yay! I'm very new to genre so ease me in slowly. I know I have another RenjixBya story going on, but this has been on my mind for days now, so I'm just going to post it anyway! Let me know what you think!

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The crowd was screaming out Kevin's name and chanting it like some sick cult. Waving pom poms with such vigor I was sure their arms would fall off, they watched in anticipation as the star walked across the field.

I held my breath and watched as he looked up at the crowd, winning smile and all. Green eyes glittered in the light of the stadium that was on him, shining like the star he really was. It was the last game of the season, and the whole college had come to witness the greatest team in the state win.

As he looked at the crowd, he suddenly froze. He was looking straight at me, his smile wavered a little, but as always, he kept his image up for the crowd. I felt my eyes tear up and he turned away and walked into the huddle. I guess this really was the end…

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"Ah, what a good morning for journalism" I thought aloud, grabbing my notebook, pen and laptop from my neat desk. Jim sat, half chewed, by the window, which was streaming in misty sunlight.

My roommate was still huddled in his blankets, snoring slightly. As it turned out, Jimmy was put in my room, since I had signed up to take care of him. He had been terribly homesick, but since being here for a couple of months, had become a little more independent. Sort of. He was the best roommate, clean and hygienic, and because he was at the university for art so he could become an interior designer, the room was always well arranged.

I finished packing up and with one final sniff, left the room. On the door was a sticky note, a habit I had carried from home, for Jimmy telling not to let Sarah anywhere near my ant farm or he was going to get a few in his bed.

Sarah hadn't changed at all and was still the obnoxious little girl I had left at the cul-de-sac the year prior. Now she came with Jimmy to study law, which I thought was a good idea for her since no one could ever win an argument against her, though it was more likely that with a temper like hers, she'd be the one in need of a lawyer.

Rushing out of the dorm, and into the quad and headed for the school newspaper room that was located in the main building, next to the football field. Already on the lime green astro was the team practicing in their overly large shoulder padding and helmets, the sun gleaming off their newly cleaned white uniforms. I tried to be ambiguous.

"Yo, Double-Dork!" called one of the team members. I froze. Curses!

Turning around slightly to see a boy named Paul approach me. Slowly, like a pack of hungry knuckle headed wolves, they joined Paul before me, all grinning maliciously.

"Yes, Paul, how may I help you this fine day?" I asked, trying to stop the tremors in my legs. I smiled my widest and felt little droplets of sweat formulate on my broad forehead. Darn my over active sweat glands.

"You can help me by getting the hell off my grass and taking your measly little legs outta here" he laughed, shoving me. My legs gave way and I landed with a huff. When I stood up and looked back at the crowd, something caught my eye. Kevin was hanging by the side, watching with his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"I was just on my way out, Paul" I said, watching Kevin as he watched me. His green eyes were bright with concern, but he stayed still.

"Well, get on your way out faster, Peep-squeak, the football field is no place for a fag like you" Paul said, breathing harshly in my face. I felt all the blood drain out of my face and my stomach drop. What did he just call me?

"Yeah, think nobody knows you like cock?" Paul laughed,

"Everybody does, Faggot" someone else retorted.

I stared in horror at the realization of what they were saying. I tried to turn away, as my cheeks turned bright red and I began to sweat. The crowd of players was laughing, some even rolling on the ground and commenting on my facial expression. I looked for some consolation amongst their faces, and found Kevin in the corner, looking shocked and paralyzed. I frowned at him.

Kevin and I had known each other since childhood, when I moved into the cul-de-sac, and though we had been enemies for a while but since Eddy's Brother, we came to like each other, even started talking in high school. Though once in college, we barely spoke, I had never thought that he would just stand aside and let his friends abuse me. My eyes narrowed at him, and I pulled my eyes away when Paul said,

"Yo, got anything to say to him?"

Kevin and I looked at each other and back to Paul, "Kevin, let him know what you think"

Kevin looked confused and angry all at once, before turning to me and saying, "Paul, do I really have to…"

"Excuse me?" Paul retorted.

"I'm just saying man…"

"Are you defending this gay guy's ass? Do you want him like that man?" Paul pushed, facing Kevin. Over Paul's back I could see Kevin staring a Paul with new determination,

"Yeah, Double-Dweeb, get your dorky fag self-off our pitch and let us play our game, let's go guys!" Kevin shouted, and began to walk away. With a few laughs, the team followed him, and I turned away and walked off the pitch, but not before I felt a football hit the back of my head. Ah, high school never ends.

"Hey, hold still!" I was commanded, as Jess attempted to add ointment to the bump that had formed at the back of my head.

.It had taken a long time for me to agree to pull off my hat, and it had taken an even longer time for her to get over what was underneath it.

Shock and amazement aside, it was time to deal with the wounds, both physical and emotional. I had been hesitant to cry, but a few hot tears that had fallen were out of anger. I wasn't angry at the situation, but how it was handled, by Kevin. I was angry at him. I barely cared about Paul because Paul had done it all the time, when I was walking down the hall or changing for aerobics club. But Kevin, oh that was inexcusable.

"So he just dissed you and walked away?" Jess asked, putting my hat back on gently. I nodded and winced as my headache pounded away. She walked over to the cabinet that we called "The Pharmacy".

Jess had wanted to become a doctor, but because of circumstances I had not quite figured out myself, she couldn't. Now she was stuck doing political science, just so her parents believed she was doing something with her college life. But that didn't stop her hoarding medical supplies for absolutely no reason. Jess was a biracial girl from California, with bright red hair and big brown eyes. She was very active in sport, often wearing jeans, converse and a white shirt. Always wearing a white shirt, and got tics whenever it got dirty. Her mum had been Italian, so whenever her shirt got dirty, she would say every single Italian curse word she knew before going off to change. Besides that, she seldom got angry, and wrote the music review section of the college's newspaper

"Yeah, that's pretty much it. I never want to talk to that sophomoric ass ever again!" I said, swallowing the aspirin and laying my head on the table. With a deep sigh I felt my eyes slide shut

Then suddenly the door burst open and I looked up quickly, my head swaying as I did so. Who is the idiot who…

In front of me was the director of the newspaper, Lee Kanker, dressed in a white shirt with small red polka dots and scraggy blue jeans, with strappy black heels. I couldn't believe it either when I arrived at the college and found that she was running the show. She had since cleaned up, but still had the same old nasty attitude.

"Good day, Lee, how may I help you?" I asked in mock niceness, as she lumbered towards me. Her eyes were covered by her mound of red curls, but I could tell she was sneering at me. Her lips curled over her big teeth in a way that made me wary.

"Hey Double-D, I have an assignment for you. The Dean asked for an interview with the star of the football team for next month's newspaper, and guess who got the lucky job?" she smiled, lifting her hair so I could see her eyes. They sparkled maliciously.

I looked at her in horror and tried, "Wait, who is the star?" Though I already knew the answer to that

"Sheesh you're dumb! Kevin of course!" she laughed. Jess and I exchanged glances, before I slammed my head against the table, and then remembered my wound. Dammit!