It was a gloomy day in Peach Creek High School. The whispers went around the campus as fast as fly's with the knowledge that they carried from the scene that had taken earlier in the day. Two students were both missing from school that afternoon. They had left earlier in the day with the knowledge that they weren`t coming back to finish out the school day.
Kevin Barr.
Eddward Vincent.
Edd ran home because of all the shame and embarrassment that he had faced earlier. He was in his bed sobbing clutching the pillow that smelled faintly like his now ex-boyfriend. How did he not notice? How did he miss the teasing glances and the smirks that were on the football players faces?
He was an idiot for missing all of it.
It was just a bet. All just a stupid bet that the players had started back in the summer during football camp and Edd was the victim of their bet. Leaving out a heartbroken cry he threw his pillow across the room knocking over his cactus, Jim. He got up and fixed his plant setting him back down on his desk. He grabbed his phone to check it to find that he has no missed text messages. Clutching his phone in his hands he leaned his back on his door sobbing harder than before while his other hand was pressed on his eye
He was heartbroken.
Kevin stood in the middle of his room not aware of his surroundings. He felt like a part of him was ripped out of him and it was killing him. He shouldn't have made the bet. Then maybe Edd would still be his. Maybe he wouldn`t be standing in the middle of his room crying his eyes out. What went wrong?
He thought that his so-called friends had forgotten about the bet. Thinking back to the scene earlier in the day he realized that they hadn`t forgotten, rather he forgot. And man he wished he didn't forget. Kevin's eyes flickered up to the photo he had on his nightstand. It was a photo of him and Double D - no Edd - he doesn't feel like he has the right to call him by his nickname anymore. The photo sent a surge of emotions through him making him cry out in pain before going on a rampage and trashing his room.
Once he was done he slumped against the door sobbing as he slowly fell down it. He ignored his mother's relentless attempts to get into his room as he survive the damage that was done. His bed was flipped upside down and his nightstand was across the room. His glass shelves that held trophies and team photos was smashed to the ground and his hand was all bloody. The posters that were on his wall, were now hanging down in a torn fashion. The photo of him and the man he loved was smashed on the floor.
His room was a mess, but it was nothing compared to his heart at the moment. He pulled his phone out of his pocket to see if he had any messages. His hope was shattered when he saw that there was nothing. No missed calls or messages he lost it. He pulled his hat down to cover his face sobbing into it.
He was heartbroken.
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