It was the final year of school for senior Eddward Marion Stuart, but his very first day at his new residences biggest high school, Peach Creek High School.
Edd, as he was often refered to as, was born and bred in New York City, and had never even heard of Peach Creek until his fathers job required him and his family to move to the small quite suburb. Most kids would loathe having to move schools in their final year. They would have made heaps of friends they didn't want to be appart from and wouldn't want to be thrust into a totally new environment during their educationally critical year.
But Edd wasn't "most kids". In fact, Edd was a genius. A kind, warm, do-gooder, angelic, cherubic, wealthy, privileged, perfect son, naïve, innocent, polite, courteous, patient, well-behaved and adorkable GENIUS of epic proportions. In spite of this it didn't matter which school he'd have to go to, because the results were always the same. In spite of his laundry list of positive qualities, he was afflicted with a dreaded social title that would render any sort of happiness in high school impossible: Edd is a bonnafide bug-loving, fashion-unconscious, trend-blind, socially anxious NERD. A loser geek nerd. A Nerdy loser geek. A Geeky nerdy loser. The exact order of his "friend deflector" titles didn't matter. The point is that Peach Creek High School was going to be no different from the others. Sure, he'll be at the top of his grade with a perfect GAP, win first place in all the science fairs and will obvious be valedictorian if he stays at Peach Creek until graduation. However, the jocks will quickly sniff him out as though nerds give of a distinct scent, give him shit and make his high school life hell. Every single day will feel like his computer crashing a day before a big assignment was due. The dread! The horror! The encroaching doom… that never ends!
"Edward, be sure to never catch Peach Creek's school bus."
Edward snapped out of his imagined Peach Creek High failtastic future. A glamorous, well-dressed middle-aged woman peered into the rearview mirror of her overpriced luxury vehicle. Her masses of 24K gold bangles bangled against one another whenever she turned the steering wheel.
"Mother?" Ed uttered, utterly confused by Mother Dearest's seemingly random cautioning. It was already bizarre that she bothered to drop him off to school, considering she has to be at work at like now.
"Did you not do your research at all, Eddward Marian Harvard Stuart? " Edd's mother's tone of voice was indicating to the 17-year-old genious that he should have already known this. She was deeply unimpressed.
"S-sorry, Mother, I… Could you please explain?" Eddward asked nervously. It was like he was about to beg a bully not to steal his lunch money or shove him in a locker.
"Very well. Six months ago-"
Mother was interupted by the sounds of electronic bells and whistles that filled the interior of her Volkswagen Touareg. Without taking her heavily made-up eyes off of the road, Edds mother pressed onto the "answer call" button which was conveniently installed on the steering wheel. Edd knew that fate worse than death awaited those who interrupted her while she was on the phone, so he sat there rigidly, not even daring to blink too many times in case that would make too much noise. The only thing more important than Mother's business calls are… Actually, not even Eddward knew.
"Bianca! You were supposed to be here two-and-a-half minutes ago!" a gruff, middle-aged mean's voice boomed into the car through the speakers.
"Oh, Mr. Trump! I assure you, I am on my way! It is my son's first day of-"
"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF IT'S HIS FUNERAL AND BIRTHDAY AND WEDDING AND GRADUATION ALL ROLLED INTO ONE! OUR NEXT WHALE OF A CLIENT IS ABOUT TO WALK THROUGH THESE DOORS, AND I NEED ALL HANDS ON DECK. GET HERE. RIGHT NOW! ALSO, BE SURE TO CIRCULATE *THAT* PICTURE WITH THE "ICING SUGAR" IF LAST WEEK'S OPPOSING COUNCIL WON'T SETTLE FOR AT LEAST 2.1 BILL BY THIS AFTERNOON!"
The electronic sound of Bianca Stuart's bluetooth signified the call being disconnected abruptly. With the way Mr. Trump carried on with his highly professional business call, one wouldn't be blamed for thinking Bianca has been getting this "abusive boss routine" for a long time. However, it's only been a week since landing her new job as an elite attorney with an outrageous hourly rate at Trump & Gates Law Offices. Edd figured that the only reason why anybody would work for Mr. Trump would be the said "outrageous hourly rate". It has always amazed the pure, incorruptible Edd how much abuse people are willing to deal with for money… as well as a noncahalantly commit "legally questionable" (totally illegal) acts. Oh well. There's no way he can stand up to Mother without being pushed down a flight of stares, not to mention that her job put's food on the table. A lot of food. Almost too much food.
"Eddward, the GPS says we're only five minutes away from Peach Creek High. I have no more time to waste on your commute, so walk the rest of the way by yourself, ok?"
As soon as Bianca pulled over to the side of the busy street, Eddward exit the lavish SUV. Without a word of goodbye or an apology for "having to" essentially boot her teenage adopted son out, Bianca drove off in a huff, no doubt breaking the speed limit imposed on the area. His mother might have added an "OK?" at the end with a tone that would imply seeking confirmation, but the genius high school knew better than that. It was a command disguised as an option. Why after all these years she'd bother with such a transparent pretense, Eddward will never know. Perhaps it's a professional habbit that has crossed over into her private conversational methods? No wonder Father does his best to not be at home. No wonder they sleep in seperate beds.
Whatever the case he didn't get to find out what this 'no school bus" thing is all about…
A massive, mostly rectangular building complex with the school's logo and name embossed onto the front wall with silver capital letters. One large grassy oval to the right. A large gymnasium to the left. Students pouring out of the big yellow school bus (which seemed normal to Edd, he still didn't understand what Mother was so disdained about). As it was almost 7:50am, most of the students were making their way towards their home room classes, which were to start at 8am sharp. Peach Creek High School couldn't be a more stereotypical public high school even if it religiously took cues from Hollywood teen movies. In fact, in Eddward's opinion, Peach Creak High IS an embodiment of Hollywood American high school clichés. All he needed for his "Welcome to Hollywood High BINGO!" was for the varsity jocks to bully nerds in front of the lockers, cheerleaders to prance around in their uniforms and for the burnouts to sneak behind the sports shed to mess up their lifes with drugs.
"I should not be dismissive," Edd thought to himself as he stared at the sky. As through it were trying to warn him that his life will suck at the bottom of the social food chain forever, the sky was an ominous dark grey, with not a single bit of blue to be seen. The sun was merely a blury white orb dotting the sky behind the might of the thick, grey rain clouds. "I am just nervous, is all. Peach Creek is a more larger school than the previous ones I have attended, with apparently 900 or so students. In my grade alone, there should be 250~300 students. Surely I'll find at least one companion?"
As he crunched the statistics in his brilliant genius mind, his concentration on the path ahead of him was no longer maintained. He walked towards the automated glass sliding door entrance, not realising his fate-changing moment that was about to occur.
"Yo, so I pushed that sophmore tryhard into the trash can. He looked at my gal, ya know? Gotta put Dorky McDorkington in his place."
The flame haired, red baseball capped jock's two friends guffawed racuously, as though the capped young man had said something profoundly witty and hilarious. The three of them was as conscience of their surrounding as young Eddward was. That is to say, hardly, if at all.
Almost as though it were forced and contrived, Eddward collided his shoulder with the redheaded jock's.
BUMP!
The obsidian-haired genius's consciousness was dragged back down to earth from the small jolt of pain in his right shoulder.
"What the fuck, man. Watch where the fuck your going you fucktard!"
Eddward stood back up, collecting his fallen messenger bag along the way. However, the moment he had stood back up, the angery redhead pushed Edd against the edges of the sliding door. Not only did that hurt more than the shoulder-to-shoulder collision, but he found himself back on the cold, white marbled concrete floor.
"You fuckin' listenin' to me man?"
"Yeah, fuckhead. You just bumped into Kevin Barr, the coolest guy in Peach Creek High, a varsity player for the basketball, football, rugby and hockey teams, AND a senior to boot!" chimed in one of Kevin's companions, who closed in on Edd from the left.
"Don't forget that Nazz Van Bartonschmeer's his girl. He's a million times more important than you'll ever be. Say sorry or else!" the other companion closed in on Edd to his right.
"I-I am sorry, Kevin and his two companions!" Edd huddled into a foetal position and quickly apologized. It was almost laughably predictable, yet Eddward still couldn't believe his bad luck. Of all people to bump into, did it have to be the top jock of high school… on the first day? What were the odds?
"Oi, dork. You're supposed to give eye contact when apologising."
"I have apologised, Kevin. You ought to apologize too, as both of our concentrations were clearly not on the paths ahead of us." Edd suddenly felt compelled to defend himself, against all better judgement and his usual lack of assertiveness.
Thoroughly unimpressed, Kevin grabbed Edd's jaw and forced the latter to look up at him. From that moment, everything had changed. Everything he thought he knew about himself was put into question. This skinny, pale-skinned, poorly-dressed geek was the most beautiful guy he had ever laid eyes on. Actually, Kevin even wondered if this geek was a girl for a second.
Though his chin was aching from being grabbed so roughly, the pain seemed to only accentuate the moment as soon as Eddward realised how handsome Kevin was. It was terifying until he looked into his eyes. No wonder this Kevin Barr was the most popular guy. His prominent chin and angular, chiselled features. His cold and almost predatory yet decidedly masculine gaze.
They're hearts skipped a beat, and time seemed, to stand still, all around them.
"He's not a girl. What the fuck am I thinking? There's no fuckin' way this leader of the NerdGeekLoser patrol is hotter than Nazz. What the fuck…"
"This Kevin lad has quickly established himself to me as a foul-mouthed, unlikeable, uncouth, stereotypical jock. Yet the feel of his large, masculine hands tightly grabbing my chin is inexplicably pleasant, I am forced to admit…"
Wanting to forget about this moment ever happening, Kevin pushed back and let go of Edd's jaw, causing the latter to yet again, slam into the edge of the automatic door. "Hey, I haven't seen you 'round before. What grade you in?"
"I am a senior, and today is my first day at Peach Creek High. That is the reason you have never seen me before."
"What's your name, nerd?" Kevin continued his interrogation.
"Eddward Stuart. You may call me "Edd", if you wish."
"What class you in, dork?"
"I believe I will be in 1-D."
"You fuckin' kiddin' me. That's the same as mine. You better not fuckin' cause trouble for me, ya here? Or Else I'll kick ya punny ass again."
"Right…" was all Edd could say. There is probably a nice vertical line starting from the back of his neck and ending along the base of his spine from being slammed into the automatic door's edge twice. He didn't want "third time unlucky" to strike and become a paraplegic at the tender young age of 16.
"Good. Glad we have an understanding, dork. C'mon dudes, it's almost homeroom."
Kevin strutted off with his two companions, who made it a point to turn around and snicker at Edd's misfortunes.
"Fantastic. In just roughly 15 minutes of my short time at Peach Creek High, I have already managed to get on the bad sides of the school's most popular students…"
That same sense of dread he felt earlier on in his mother's car returned, eating away the pleasant feelings he had experienced when bumping into Kevin Bar.
"Woah nice going. Now your life is gonna suck hairy, stinkin' balls!"
Crawling out of the woodwork after the commotion was a short, stumpy guy with thin blue hair. He wore a pair of lite blue jeans and his yellow red-stripped shirt was emblazoned with the words, "W.B. Church 4 Life!"
"I, errr… Hello," greeted Edd unsurely, still not sure what the "W.B. Church" was supposed to be. This boy did not come across as the religious type. Or was "Church" someone's last name? He seemed to recall a singer with the last name "Church"...
"Get up, I'm into 1-D too. I'll show ya the way, on one condition."
"Condition?"
The short blue-haired boy mistook Edd's parroting as approval rather than confusion. "Yeah, bro. It's simple as."
"Please do elaborate me on this "condition" of yours."
"Are you gay?"
Panic struck Eddward's heart and mind. Kevin is the only guy who he had ever felt "his heart flutter" by. However, it had to be a mistake! He has never had any homosexual feelings before that moment.
"Dude?" Eddy wondered what was taking Eddward so long too answer a simple "yes or no" question.
"Of course not! I would never betray Mother and Father in such a manner."
"Good answer, kiddo. Why anybody would choose that lifestyle is beyond me. Anyhow, I'm Edward Flanders, but everyone just calls me Eddy."
"It is both a pleasure and a coincidence, Eddy," Eddward shook the shorter Edward's hand. He was relieved that his suspiciously vehement denial of homosexually placated Eddy. "For I am also an Edward. My name is Eddward Stuart. Eddward with two Ds. However, most simply refer to me as 'Edd.'"
"Double D it is." Eddy decided the newly-nicknamed Eddward without the later's opinion. However, it was not an issue as Eddward now "Double D", showed no signs of being disatisfied. "I had a friend called Ed already, so it's a bit weird for me. Double D it is."
"I see… when you say, 'had', you don't mean to say…"
Sensing Edd's reluctance to finish off his question, Eddy completed his thoughts. "Yeah, Ed's dead."
Eddy's flippantness surprised the Double D.
"It happened like… maybe 6 months or so ago, man? You live and move on." Eddy yet again, sensed Edd's surprise and attempted to explain himself. "Thats why I don't catch school buses no more, dude, and neither should you, man."
"Pardon me, Eddy, but there has been something I have been wondering since this morning. Mother cautioned me to not board Peach Creek's school bus. Have you any idea why?"
Eddy didn't even need to think. "About 6 months ago, one of Peach Creek's buses combusted."
"Forgive me, but I am sure you meant to say 'composted.'"
"Blah, blah, yes, yes, I did, Grammar Nazi. Do you want me to tell you what happened or not, dude?" Eddy was obviously not pleased about being corrected. Also, he felt like something wasn't right.
"I apologise, Eddy. I only intended to help."
"Yeah, well, shut up. Anyway, the bus composted, and every student on it and the bus driver died instantly. The cops can't say for sure if it was done with the intent to kill some fag who deserved it or just some dumbasses around, but point is, Ed, his kid sister, that fag cunt dryke Jammy and the rest were put on the bus… probably by their moms and yeah, kaboom."
"Oh my… and my word, what awful language, Eddy. You should not use such words."
"Can it, dude. Anyways, it wasn't a 100% horrible thing. Those Kanker trailer trash bitches were on the bus and got their ugly mugs roasted, Sarah got blown to smithereens, that weirdo Jonny along with Plank got burnt to a crisp, plus that flaming faggot Jimmy was there and is now burning in the hell he belongs in. Well, frankly, Rolf was alright, so he didn't deserve it, and obviously, Ed shouldn't have gone so early."
"Oh dear… Well, Eddy, you must not say such things. No matter the person, nobody deserves such a fate."
Eddy just laughed at Double D. "Anybody who hasn't had to deal with the Kanker sisters, Sarah and faggot Jimmy could ever say that. Alright, fair enough about Jonny. The dude was fuckin' weird, but not a bad person. Anyway, let's just get to homeroom, man. I want to hurry up and get marked on the role call so I can fuck off elsewhere."
"Sure, Eddy…" Edd replied unsurely. He felt disjointed from the list of casualties as he's never met these people before. However, that didn't change the fact that his super-kind nature felt for their unfortunate ends. He agreed about having to get to homeroom, but will have to try and get Edy to stay for class. Actually, will they even be taking the same classes? Eddy doesn't come across as the study type and is unlikely to be taking up chemistry. He made a mental note to conffer with Eddy about their time tables later on.
Maybe things weren't going to be so bad for the intelligent Ed after all. Sure, he became enemies with the most popular guy in school, but he's already made a friend- Edward "Eddy" Flanders.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Bullying, homophobic language and sentiments, slight physical abuse, minute parental neglect
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Edd, Ed, n' Eddy. Thanks for making EEENE, Mr. Danny!
A/N: Hey everyone, this is my first attempt at a KevEdd fic. Hope you like it! Its boring now but I promise it gets better later just trying to set the scene and such. Sorry if the summary was a bit dodgy I'm not too great at them yet may rewrite it if I think of a better one. Anyway I've already gotten some other chapters lined up and have pretty much planned everything so if the responses are good I'm good to go upload more good stuff. Flamers un-welcome, but critics accepted.