First time writing Kevedd... And this honestly sucks. Ugh.
I do not own Ed Edd n' Eddy.
Peer pressure truly was an awful thing.
Kevin wished that he could somehow be immune to its fiery sting. That he didn't actively search out the acceptance of others. That their opinions didn't drive so many of his actions.
That they couldn't make him go against his own morals and emotions.
Of course, that wasn't the case. His own insecurities made these secret wishes impossible to obtain.
Proof of that very fact being him towering over a fallen Edd, smirking, while the rest the football team stood behind him, snickering.
"Hey, Double Dweeb," he nearly winced hearing his own voice, and the cruelty that it radiated. He already wanted to apologize for pushing the smaller boy to the cold flooring of the hallway.
This feeling only increased when Edd looked up at him, his expression full of sadness and confusion.
Kevin could just feel the piercing blue eyes as they looked into his own, asking only one question; why?
He wanted to stop then and there, to help Edd up and pretend that this hadn't even started. Yet, how could he do that with almost all of his friends standing right behind him, pushing him to go further?
Of course, the only person whose views should matter to him was laying on the ground because of him, looking up with that questioning gaze.
Kevin averted his eyes from Edd's line of sight, instead glancing back at his friends, praying that they would already be bored so they could just move on.
It just couldn't be that easy, though. They just had to be looking upon the situation with hungry expressions, like vultures waiting for their prey to keel over.
"What's a little dork like you doing here so late?" Kevin felt his throat go dry as he spoke, but he couldn't swallow. That would be showing weakness. He couldn't show any weakness...
"R-research pr-project," Edd nearly whispered his answer, though Kevin hadn't even needed to hear it; Double D had been telling him all about the study just the day before. He could still remember just how bright his eyes had been as he explained the various theories going into it.
Brightness that now seemed so dim...
Kevin heard laughter come from his teammates as Edd stuttered out his answer, nearly shaking. He wanted to pound whoever had laughed at the boy's fear, but the fact that he was the one causing that fear stopped him dead in his tracks.
"Well, is that so?" he drawled in fake confidence as he let his right hand fall on a locker door about a foot above Edd's head, putting him nearly on top of the other teen. "Well, that sure sounds interesting..."
"Hey, Kev," a voice called out from the crowd behind him, though he couldn't tell who it was with blood pounding in his eardrums making him nearly deaf to all but that sound. "How 'bout we do our own little research project?"
"Yeah!" another voice laughed. "How long can a dork be pounded before he passes out?"
There were shouts of agreement, but by this point Kevin couldn't even hear them. He had made the mistake of looking back at Edd when the suggestion was made, seeing the one he honestly cared deeply for shaking violently and attempting to scramble away from him yet only being able to push himself against the lockers.
More importantly, he had looked back into Edd's eyes.
Seeing such pure, unadulterated terror in those beautiful eyes that he had come to love so much made a part of him snap.
"Why don't you assholes just cut it out?" he growled as he turned to the ones he usually thought of as friends.
"Woah, Kev, calm down!" one of them put their hands up as they spoke, but Kevin couldn't listen to any of it. Not after what they had almost made him do.
"Don't you see we've scared him enough? He looks like he's just going to pass out just from terror!" he hissed out, his gaze roaming over the team that was just staring back at him. "This is enough! We don't need to go terrorizing weaklings for the purpose of our own fun!"
"But... you were just fine only a second ago..."
Kevin froze, struggling to find an answer.
"No... Before I was willing to humor you idiots. Then you took it too far." Silence rang out through the hallway as they continued staring in shock at the outburst.
"Get out of here now. You better hope I don't see any of you before practice tomorrow," all sensing the threat in his words, the hallway was soon completely empty. Satisfied, Kevin turned back to where he had left Edd.
Only to see empty floor.
"What the..." he muttered as he blinked, almost expecting Edd to magically reappear right where he had been before.
"Damn it!" he nearly screamed to himself, hitting a nearby locker forcefully. Leaning against the cool metal, he took a few deep breathes to attempt to calm down.
Why had he listened to his idiotic teammates? Now he had terrorized his boyfriend, albeit a thus-far unannounced title, and did not even have an opportunity to apologize.
"I'll go o his house," he suddenly spoke to himself. "His parents are practically never home. I'll just go to his house and refuse to leave until he at least hears me out. Yeah. That should work."
Standing up from his folded position, Kevin ran through the hallways of the empty high school, his footsteps echoing as his gym shoes slapped roughly against the ground. When he finally reached the doors, he nearly threw himself at them, barreling through and onward, hoping to be able to make things right.
There will be a second part... soon. Hopefully.
