Thank god for weekends.

It was Saturday and Kirby was lying on his bed, tossing a football
back and forth to Dan. Kirby couldn't get he and Trent's kiss out of
his mind.

It made him feel right. It made him feel good. He forgot how wonderful
it was to kiss that blonde. Every time he replayed it over and over
again in his mind, he couldn't help but smile. Why had he broken up
with Trent in the first place?

He makes stupid mistakes. Right.

Soon after the kiss though, the hallways became more lively and Kirby
quickly backed off. He tried to calm his blush and bite his lips from
forming a smile, but the more he tried, the harder it was. Trent
suggested a more secluded place, but before Kirby could get an answer
out, Damon practically belly-flopped on the couch in between them.
Trent got angry and left, so Kirby was stuck watching TV with an
irritated Damon. For whatever reason.

He quietly sighed and gripped the ball tightly before throwing it back
to Dan. Although it felt like forever when their mouths were
connected, it felt too short when he looked back on it.

Kirby expected for the football to be thrown back to him, but it never
came. He stared at Dan, who was staring right back.

"Hey Kirby," the redhead started as he lowered the ball. "Can I talk
to you about something?"

Kirby raised his brow expectantly. "Yeah, I guess...?"

Dan nodded. "Alright, well..." he paused and looked down, obviously in
thought. "How... do you know... that..." he shook his head. "What...
what makes you a homo?"

Kirby's eyes widened and his brows furrowed together. He gulped and
his skin started to clam up, his heart pounding rapidly. He wasn't
sure if he was blushing or if his face was drained of color.

"W-what?" he croaked. "How should I know?"

Dan squinted at him. "Were you born with it or-"

"Dan!" Kirby surprised himself with how high pitched his voice was. "I-
I'm not a homo!"

The redhead shook his head. "It's alright Kirby, I know. You're lucky
it's me who knows, because all the other jocks would have a fit. Now
tell me, how?"

Kirby looked down and pressed his lips into a tight line. He blinked a
few times before he answered. "I like girls too, you know."

"I know," Dan rested his cheek on his hand. "But how'd you know you
like dudes?"

"I dunno, I mean," Kirby scratched the back of his head nervously,
indicating that he felt uncomfortable talking about the topic. "It...
it feels like, I dunno, instinct? If that makes any sense..."

The other jock nodded and stayed quiet for a moment. "You know, you
and Trent aren't all that bad together."

"Shut up," Kirby groaned and turned to his side. How long did Dan
know? He had a feeling that someone knew. He knew someone knew. At
least it was Dan, though. He did have a point. If it was any other
jock...

But really, how long did he know?

"I've known for a while Kirby," Dan spoke, tossing the football up and
down, up and down. It was as though he read his mind. "Shame you two
had to break up."

He did know for a while then. Shit.

"Dan, can you just back off and stay out of it?" the brunette snapped
and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.

"Sure man, sorry," Dan mumbled. They were in an uncomfortable silence,
with the exception of fighting going on outside their dorm room.

Kirby cursed whoever pulled the fire alarm.

He was comfortable in his bed. But no, some jerk had to ruin it by
pulling that alarm.

He was pouting outside, his eyes half-lidded from sleepiness by the
arch leading to the dorm. Most of the boys waited by the dorm while
prefects yelled and complained. Ms. Danvers' voice came on the
intercom and indirectly scolded whoever pulled the alarm.

After everything was calmed down and the boys were allowed back
inside, Kirby made his way down to the football field instead. It was
bright out, so the jocks were most likely there to play a game.

On his way there, he was aware that someone had started to follow him.
He didn't really want to turn and look backwards, since his neck had
become sore from lying on it wrong. He continued on to the field,
choking down an uneasy feeling.

He then realized a problem- he couldn't make it up the stairs.

He stopped and sighed, then finally turned around to see who had been
following him.

Before he could fully see who it was (only a glimpse of a white shirt
entered his line of sight), his face met a fist.

"I did it!" an annoyingly familiar voice sounded. Kirby swiveled
around quickly to glower at his attacker.

Hadn't Tom learned that punching Kirby was a terrible idea?!

The brunette was tired of it. He'd been beat up so many times already,
more so since being put in a wheelchair. He couldn't handle it.

He rushed forward and tackled Tom.

He didn't have much leverage without the use of his legs, barely able
to sit up on his useless limbs and grab the bully by the collar to
land several blows to his face.

A nearby prefect pried him off soon after and threw him in his
wheelchair to drag him to the principal.

Kirby had given Tom another black eye and more bruises to go along
with the ones he already had.

He didn't care that Crabblesnitch was bitching at him. He was angry.
He was angry at Tom and all the bullies.

Except for Trent of course.

...If Trent was considered a bully anymore.

When he was finally done being nagged at and was released back into
the school hallways, he wheeled outside again in hopes of actually
making it to the football field this time. Without any interruptions.

He needed to blow off some steam.

A/N: Review. Suggestions.
So yeah expect more Kirby action in the future! *waves arms* I need to make him more active. He's a jock, so DUH.
I think I might end this sometime soon...
I have a few things that need to happen first, then the ending will happen. Ooooooooo! :D
But seriously. Review. Suggestions.