Okay... For all you football(the kind you play with your hands) fans, I don't really know what time the sport starts/ends, so I randomly had it ending in fall. Don't hate me, I'm no sports junkie.

Just to warn those of you who like warnings, I did use some homosexual bashing in this story, but I wanted to bring a sense of reality to Fred's somewhat up-in-the-clouds thoughts about his relationship. Stories, especially in yaoi manga/comics, often glamorize the relationship between two gay men(or women) in a way that makes it appear that everyone is fine with it, this is rarely the case. (Pfft, like I'm one to talk I don't know the first thing about this, just repeating stuff I've read). But anyway, prejudice happens in real life and everywhere. Did you know it takes more effort to be positive, than to be negative? So stop being lazy, and a hater, and put a positive spin on things. Heh, enough preaching from me.

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Bumped... And Dumped

Chapter Warnings: Violence(mild), Cursing(also mild)

Fred Jones, number 34, breathed a sigh of relief as the coach blew his whistle the last time to signal the end of practice. They were getting towards the end of the season, but the training was still intense. Heading for the showers, all the jocks were laughing and talking about their plans for the night. The steam that billowed in the locker room made it feel like a sauna. Oftentimes, it got too hot for Fred, but it wasn't the temperature that he couldn't stand. Some of his teammates had a habit of walking around the locker room either without a towel, or only clad in their jockstraps. Fred couldn't help as his eyes followed the perfect lines of the muscled beasts of Coolsville's Giants. They have no idea how spot on that name is. Unfortunately for Fred, he found himself lingering too long on a particular member of the team, "Steel" Steve McCoy which sometimes led to awkward moments where McCoy would realize that someone's gaze was on his amazing body and scan the room to seek out who it was. Usually Fred managed to avoid detection, but once or twice there had been an embarrassing moment or two. Today Fred was focused on getting out of 'the harem', as he liked to call it, as soon as possible. He had to go study for a test that was coming up... and then Fred hoped to go on his first 'official' date with his 'unofficial' boyfriend. Matt really should come out of the closet already, I mean, everyone knows already so it isn't that big of a secret... Says the guy who hasn't gone beyond telling his best female friend that he's gay. Fred turned to head for the door, when he ran straight into the broad chest of the one of the team's forwards, Steve, who stopped him before he could get any further.

"Well if it isn't little Freddie, where's the fire Jones?" there was some snickers from the nearby players and Fred laughed it off also.

"Sorry Steve, I didn't see you there, I got things I gotta go do now, so goodnight," a heavy hand on his shoulder stopped him from exiting the conversation so easily.

"Is that so... Any chance you could cancel to come whelp on some pussy ass homos with me and the guys?" Fred was completely caught off guard. He had heard about hazing on the news sometimes, but he had never been so blatantly close to it.

"Wh-what?" he almost couldn't believe what he was hearing. He must be joking.

"Oh come on Jonesie, you not afraid of some big bad gay nerds and their purses, are ya?" the locker room erupted with laughter at the seemingly hilarious joke. What is this guys deal? Is he serious?

"Look, McCoy, I don't do hazing, or whatever the heck that crap you're thinking about doing," apparently that was not the right thing to say to "Steel" Steve, whose eyes changed from friendly teasing to not-so-friendly.

"Really now Jones..." it was almost as if the gears were literally moving around in his head. Fred knew that look, it was the same one he got when he was planning a trap, or putting together the pieces of a mystery. "What if I told you they were the ones responsible for that little bonfire on our field a couple of weeks ago," Fred frowned.

"Really?" Steve nodded in an all knowing way.

"Really. I heard one of 'em bragging all about it to their groupies," if it was one thing Fred didn't like, it was a fight, but this was different. The team had just received some new and lightly used equipment from a neighboring university that was getting different, more customary equipment for their own team. It was supposed to be a week of bright weather, but that evening they had left it out there was a fire that had all the gear destroyed in a pile of metal and ashes. There was nothing but clouds and rainy weather that had blanketed the teams spirit for awhile.


Walking in that alley made Fred extremely nervous. This was his first real 'fight' and he wasn't sure he was prepared for it. When Steve showed them the 'culprits', Fred could hardly believe his eyes. They look like a bunch of chess nerds. Steve, not giving any warning, went over and shoved one of them to the ground, proceeding to yell obscenities in his face as the alleged offender cowered from the intimidation of the larger men who swarmed around the boys cutting off all means of escape. Fred felt frozen as he stood there and watched, just watched. That could be me. Fred, too late, realized his mistake of at least trying to prevent this sort of thing. He could tell that these weren't the kinds of people who might burn up their equipment, except maybe in retaliation for what was going on right now. He almost wondered if this had happened before. It felt like he was moving in slow motion as he moved forward to grab the raised arm of his teammate before it could swing low to slam into the body of his victim. Everyone went dead silent as they all stared at Fred. The air was heavy and intense as the silence choked the air supply and it became hard to breathe, in fact, Fred was pretty sure he couldn't breathe right now. Like lightning, there was a blow to Fred's diaphragm. A whooshing sound let everyone know that his lungs had expelled all the air they contained. Falling to the ground, Fred held his torso and desperately tried to suck in oxygen. Steve smirked in victory, the final obstacle out of his way, he turned to resume his punishing offensive. Unfortunately for Steve, he turned into a punch and fell to the ground beside Fred, out cold and sprawled out on the concrete. The crowd of slightly angry, but also slightly cowardly football players turned their heated gazes on their leader's attacker, Fred also looked to see who could have taken down the swarthiest guy on the team. It was a average looking guy, but something about the way he rolled up his sleeves just to punch a guy suggested there was much more to him. Almost like an air you might expect from a gang member or a mafia underling. Fred, who had now managed to catch his breath, was somewhat terrified, but also intrigued by the strength this person exuded.

"So, which one of you son's of a bitch wants ta be next?" with that single question he managed to clear out the rest of the would-be bullies. After they took off with Steve in tow, Fred tried to thank the stranger, but he only glared at him while helping his slightly shaken friend up off the ground. Trying to make light of the situation one of the other young men, who happened to be dressed in suspenders interjected,

"You know Scotty, it wouldn't be 'son's of a bitch', it would be 'son's of bitches'," the man known as 'Scotty' rolled his eyes. At least Fred thought so, he couldn't quite tell behind the reading glasses and the ball cap that shaded his eyes in the low light.

"We'll work on my grammar later Simon," both helped their friend to his feet and escorted him into the building behind them. Leaving Fred to pick himself up and leave of his own accord. When he managed to climb to his feet, Fred felt the familiar vibration of his cellphone in his pocket. The text was from his boyfriend

Where r u?

Crap! I was supposed to meet him fifteen minutes ago. Jogging as quickly as he could, Fred managed to make show up to his date thirty minutes late. Matt wasn't happy with him, but the rest of the date occurred without incident. It wasn't much more than Fred could hope for, a restaurant clear on the other side of town where they couldn't be recognized as easily, and a movie where they could be cloaked in darkness. Fred tried to hold Matt's hand, but his partner pulled away sharply at the touch of another's hand and glared at Fred. As if anyone could see that we were holding hands in the dark. Fred was surprised though when Matt walked him back to his dorm. Pulling underneath a streetlamp Matt kissed him briefly. After pulling away, he smiled and sighed.

"Sorry I'm such a pain in the ass, I-" Matt looked horrified as he glanced over Fred's head.

"What is it? Matt?" turning Fred caught a glimpse of the badass protector he had encountered earlier in the evening as he quickly walked around the corner to another block.

"Shit, he's totally going to rat me out, we have to break this off Fred," Fred blinked.

"Wait, what? Do you even know him? You're just paranoid," Matt pushed him away, running off into the distance shouting,

"Don't call me, understand?" Fred sighed. Another letdown, oh well, come on Fred it's getting late. With that unhappy experience, Fred went to his dorm to turn in for the night... And I didn't even get a chance to study for the test... Fred winced as he began to dread tomorrow's practice. Maybe I'll just skip a day or two, 'till things settle down... Yeah that'll be good.


In case any of you were wondering, I named Red, Scott Melville in honor of the actor who voiced him... Although I doubt he'd consider it an honor to know what I'm doing with his character...

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