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Kevin Barr.

That name continued to ring in Eddward's ear. Over and over again. This has to be some kind of sick joke. Eddward thought to himself. This has to be a joke being played on me by God. This cannot be happening to me. How, why did this happen? Even though Eddward already knew the answer to his own question, he still had to ask it. Kevin simply applied to Peach Creek University, and got accepted. Probably on a Football Scholarship. Eddward thought back to the days when he was in High school. He remembered Kevin being the captain of the football team, and being quite good at the sport, as he was told. Eddward was never really too into sports, he never went to a game. His body wasn't built for being a sports fanatic, so he chose to avoid sports at all costs. Eddward sat there at his desk and continued to stare at Kevin's student I.D. picture on his computer for what could have been hours. Years could of passed, and Eddward wouldn't even been aware of the change. Eddward looked up at the clock on the wall to check what time it was. 10:32 A.M. Oh dear has it been that long? This is unacceptable. I'm wasting precious time.

Eddward leaned back in his chair and decide to work on his lessons plan for the week. Even though he knew they were already completed and approved by the Universities Board of Education, he couldn't resist double checking. As Eddward continued to look over his plans, memories from his adolescent years crept back in. Unwelcomed. Eddward remembered how his High school life was. He was bullied. He remembered when he and Kevin both entered Peach Creek High together. Due to Eddward's intelligence and succeeding the course work exponentially, he was promoted from a freshman to a senior in one year. Eddward was excited that he was able to get ahead than everyone, else. However, because Peach Creek High was a relatively small school word got out quickly. Within a few days students from every grade level was hunting Eddward down asking him for help on their studies. Eddward never minded helping anyone with their studies, he actually enjoyed, and he only disliked helping a select few. The Football team. Every Monday after school, the football team would hunt Eddward down and drag him to the locker room for a "talk." Once in the locker room they would shove him up against the locker and the whole team would give him their school work for the whole week. They all expected the work to be done by Friday to be turned in. They would also make sure that the scores never went above a B average for some of the players, as if not to raise suspicion of their actions. If Eddward unfortunately didn't complete all of the assignments by Friday, he would be punished by the team. He would be beat up physically, mentally, and even verbally. Sometimes they would stuff him in the locker for the weekend to be found by the janitor early Monday morning. It became such a pattern that the janitor would even stay late on Friday to make sure Eddward wasn't in the locker. Through all of the commotion that happened to him, he couldn't specifically place where Kevin was. Even if he wasn't present, he knew what was going on. Don't be a bystander in someone being bullied. You're just as guilty as the ones that are doing the bullying.

Eddward shook his head, as if to erase the unpleasant thoughts form his head. Suppressing the memories once again. This is not the time for that. Eddward thought. That was High school, this is college. Everything has changed. I'm not going to be bullied like I was in High school. People change. Who knows, Kevin could have changed too. I am going to handle this situation as the mature adult that I am. I am going to educate my students as I should, I will not be afraid, and that is the end of it. Eddward told himself. With that Eddward began to work on his lessons plans, checking them over. Due to Eddward only having one class on Monday, he chosen his officer hours to be from 10 A.M. to 3 P.M. He had no problem with it what so ever. He figured the more time he has, the more material he could cover with the student(s) that needed assistance with their studies. Eddward read over his plans enthusiastically. Making footnotes as he went. He even decided to make a few changes, by adding in topics to discuss with his classes when they had spare time. Eddward then found himself ordering some history books for his students. Thankfully of the Universities abundant History Department budget he was able to get the best of the best. He then decides to do a little decoration of the hall by adding a timeline of events that happened through history around the room. Once he completed he decorations he sat at his computer once again.

He gave one more glance at Kevin's picture and closed the looked up the clock on the wall to check what time it was. 3:11 P.M. Time to go home. Eddward collected his belongs from his desk and quickly made two copies to his lesson plan. Due to the Universities regulations any changes must be notified to the Board of Education before they are implemented. Eddward grabbed his copies and sealed one in an orange envelope addressed the Education hall, and was out the door. He locked up his hall and continued to the Education hall.

He decided to drop off the copy of his updated lesson plan through their drop box that was checked every hour, and grab a cup of coffee on his way home. Eddward enjoyed the campus. He loved how it held a traditional campus feel to him. With the wide space, with the various shops that it held on every corner. His favorite season was fall. He enjoyed the changing of the seasons, especially the trees changing color. He loved the way the leaves feel and changed color, making the sky look like fire. Even though it was early September, it was ironically warm outside. Some people even still wore shorts. How they weren't concerned about their health Eddward would never understand. As Eddward walked he clung to his sweater vest lightly, and even adjusted his messenger bag as he walk. Once he reached the Education Hall he dropped his lesson plans in the drop box and off to the coffee shop he was. He walked with a spring to his step. He saw some students here and there, but most of them were jogging, some running, to get to class on time. Being on time is of the essence. Eddward chuckled to himself.

Eddward entered the coffee shop and was greeted by the regular employee there. He believed her name to be Clarissa. She was quite familiar with Eddward and already knew what he came for the minute he walked through the door. She quickly rung him up, he paid, and he was out the door just like that. Eddward decided to go home. Due to the University being vary in touch with its professors, especially Eddward for him being so young, they provided them with their own apartments, of course not rent free. Eddward lived on campus but on the far secluded end through the woods. A few years ago the campus inherited an extra amount of land on the Far East side of the campus that was never used. Due to their increase of professors they decided to convert the vacant land in to apartment buildings strictly for the professors, away from the students. To get to the apartments one must walk across the campus and through a path carved out of the woods that surrounded the University. The walk wasn't too far, probably a 20 minute walk at the most. Eddward didn't mind walking through the path, even though it was the only way, but because it was graciously lighted with bright lights and security cameras for the safety of the professors. Lucky for Eddward he didn't have to travel the path too late in the evening. When he left it would still relatively be light outside.

As Eddward walked towards the path's entrance he passed the football field. As he walked by he couldn't shake the feeling as if someone had their eyes on him. Like he could feel someone's stare burning into the back of his head. He glanced up to be meet by a pair of dark green eyes. Kevin. Kevin was staring at Eddward walked by. Kevin was on the football field for practice. How ridiculous of Eddward to forget that fall was the past time for the football season. Their eyes locked for a brief moment. Kevin giving his trade mark half smile. Kevin was deep in thought until he was interrupted by the coach.

"Mr. Barr!" Screamed the coach. "Looks like someone wants to run a few extra laps tonight! Get your head out of the clouds and throw the ball before I throw you!" He shouted with a blow of his whistle to make his statement final. Kevin's eyes broke away from Eddward's and he threw the ball. Resuming practice. A blush slowly crossed Eddward's cheek, burning hot form embarrassment Eddward assumed. His stomach got a tight feeling, like he was on a rollercoaster when you get to the top before you drop down. Eddward walked faster.

When he got across the football field Eddward synced that someone was staring at him again, but he didn't dare turn around.

"Mr. BARR I SWEAR IF I HAVE TO REPEAT MYSELF ONCE MORE YOUR ASS IS MINE! NOW THROW THAT DAMN BALL!" Oh dear! Eddward's mind screamed at him, but he just walked faster. Finally at the path towards the professor's apartments he walked home. The path was quite calming. You could hear the sounds of the birds, and the nearby river. It was a pleasant sound. Sometimes if you were lucky, you could catch a glace of a dear. It was a rare sighting here, but they did inhabit these woods. Twenty minutes later, Eddward finally exited the path and was insight of the apartments. He treaded towards his apartment on the far side of the land. Nice and secluded from everyone else. Just the way he liked it. Eddward enjoyed his privacy. Apartment number 707. For some reason Eddward didn't believe there were that many apartments for the professors in this University, but who knows. He decided that one day he would count. He walked up to his door, pulled out his key, and unlocked the door.

He entered his apartment immediately taking off his shoes. Filthy, filthy, filthy. Was all Eddward could think of. He was a clean freak to the heart. He'd rather be clean than dirty. His apartment was quite large for one person. With one bedroom and a full bath. He loved the way his apartment was designed though. He loved how when he walked into the living room it was very spacious. His couch sat in the middle in front of his fire place with his flat screen bolted to the wall. He never used his T.V., only to play music through his DVD player. But he did use his fireplace whenever he can; he loved the smell of burning wood. He was a creep like that. He also enjoyed how his kitchen was up to date with modern technology. With marble countertops and Oak wood floors. He hated how fake hard wood floors look after a while, especially when they bubble when you spill water on it. Unlike Oak wood floors it always kept a beautiful glow, and never bubbles unless you didn't take care of it. Eddward ventured into his bedroom. The one place he loved the most of his apartment. His far wall of his bedroom was a glass wall. He was able to look out and see majority of the campus, and even the river. It was a wonderful site, especially in the fall. All the colors blending in. Magnificent. Breathless. God like. Eddward checked his bedside clock 4:00 P.M. It was clearly too early for him to go to sleep, so he decided to read a book. He grabbed a book off of his bookshelf he requested to be installed in his apartment, and continued on to his living room. He sat on his couch and began to read. Halfway through The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger, an all-time favorite of his, he discovered that he wasn't able to concentrate on the story.

His mind continued to ventured back to his moment with Kevin. When their eyes locked gases for that brief moment. He memorized Kevin's face into his brain, and he wasn't able to erase that image from his mind. Kevin's hard dark green eyes and his red hair hidden by his signature red hat, and those freckles on his cheek. Stop! What am I thinking? This is ludicrous. Another male shouldn't be on my mind, especially my childhood tormentor. Eddward stood up and proceeded to the kitchen. He ransacked his fridge for food, and he discovered a salad he had stored in the back. He sat at his kitchen bar and ate his salad drinking water. He glanced at the stove and discovered that it was already 9:10 P.M. Time really does fly when you're distracted. Eddward shook his head and washed his dishes. He went the bathroom and took a quick shower. He also loved his bathroom which was up to date electronically with marble floors and a glass door shower. After he finished his shower he dried off and walked to his room in nothing but his pajama pants.

His body wasn't as built but it didn't bother him. His paleness was okay; he had got use to it over the years. He closed the curtains to his glass wall, and curled into his king size bed. Hey he loved the room of his bed. It was a king size or a twin size. The choice was obvious. Eddward always went to sleep early to keep his sleeping schedule on point. Eight hours of sleep is necessary for the body to perform correctly. On that thought he curled up under his covers and slowly drifted off to sleep.

As Eddward feel asleep, a certain red head's face crept back into his mind. Eddward soon was off to dream about him.

Kevin, Eddward muttered in his sleep.