This is tag to the end of 8x23. It starts from the bit where Steve-O leaves Kevin on the grass. I love Kevin x Dynasty and I will update. I will probably continue this fic until 8x24 or I might even go on into the actual ep. Either way, please please please review. Any feedback is appreciated.


Breathing hard, Kevin moved a hand to his throbbing chest. Steve-O's beating was probably going to leave a mark. Kevin's fingers clenched his white top and he soon came to realise that his shirt was soaked. Raising his head slightly, Kevin saw that his white shirt was drenched in crimson blood. He gasped and scrambled up quickly, making sure his coat covered the stain. What was he going to do? He couldn't just walk into the boarding house with blood dripping from his chest. Keeping his head down, Kevin made his way to the school house. If he just went up to his room without drawing attention to himself, no one would ever know he'd been harmed. Once inside the house, he headed straight upstairs, muttering a feeble 'hello' to Rhiannon as she passed. Kevin was glad to find that the floor upon which his room was based was near enough deserted; everyone was probably downstairs, having dinner. Kevin wasn't going to join them. Anyway, he wasn't that hungry.

He grabbed some tissues once inside his room and, pulling up his shirt, started to dab at the wound on his chest. Despite his efforts to stem the flow, blood just kept oozing out. After a few minutes, Kevin decided to take off his shirt. He discarded of it, making sure that no one would find it and see the, now reddish copper coloured, dry blood. Sighing, Kevin sat on his bed. He suddenly let all of the hatred and anger he felt towards Steve-O rush out of him. Fuming, he instinctively grabbed a picture frame comprising of a photo of him and some foster family he'd had years ago and threw it as hard as he could at the wall. The frame smashed and the photo fluttered, abandoned to the floor. He'd had enough. Enough of everything being so complicated. For the first time in his life, he'd found something- or someone rather- whom he truly cared for and loved. It was true that Kevin had fancied Dynasty for a while now and he was overjoyed at the prospect of them being happy together. But how Steve-O would never let them be happy together. Kevin looked down at the floor and saw that in his jacket pocket still rested his phone. Sighing, he picked it up and unlocked it. Dynasty's text was still there: Rematch tomorrow? :D
Shaking, Kevin pressed the phone to his pursed lips, trying to steady his rapid breathing. He had to tell Dynasty about what had happened as the thought of lying to her was ludicrous. Nevertheless he was scared that, by getting even more involved with her, he'd unwillingly put her in danger. He tried to send a reply text to Dynasty but his fingers were trembling too much so he gave up. He'd have to tell her tomorrow. He could still feel her lips on his. It was the only thing keeping him from cracking. He touched his lips softly with his finger, trying to recall her feel and her smell- it was second to none. Lying back onto his pillows, Kevin stared at the ceiling.

Why did he have the strange feeling he was being watched? Was this just the aftermath of his beating affecting him? Automatically, Kevin sat up again and stared straight at the window. It was slightly open. Had he opened it? He couldn't remember… then he remembered what Steve-O had said: 'I'll be watching you.' No… surely not, it couldn't be Steve-O. Kevin tentatively walked towards the window and shut it before looking through it outside. It was pitch black so he couldn't see much. Perhaps it was just his mind playing tricks on him… Steve-O couldn't be here, not now. Kevin tried to forget all about Steve-O as he flopped back into bed. Steve-O wasn't here; there was no way he was here. Kevin clutched his phone tightly which still held Dynasty's message. The thought of her seemed to calm him down. He held the warm phone to his stinging chest. He didn't feel tired at all. On the contrary, he felt awake and alert. He'd lost track of how long he'd been lying like this, eyes wide and terrified. His mind was swimming with fleeting images of Dynasty, Steve-O, his bloody shirt and the chessboard. Kevin soon came to the conclusion that he wasn't going to get to sleep anytime soon so instead he sat up. He felt restless. It was weird. He felt the mark of his chest. It had finally stopped bleeding. Now all that rested there was an ugly dark scar along with a lot of bruising. Kevin rested his head in his hands. He felt like a wreck, was he having a nervous breakdown or something? His heart seemed to be racing and his breathing had picked up pace.


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