There wasn't a sound to be heard in the once rowdy classroom. Kevin was sure everyone could hear the beating of his heart as it pounded loudly in his chest. A burning heat lit his skin where every eye buried themselves in. His palms were sticky and felt like lead on the desk. Eddy had told the entire school of his deepest secret; a secret he never wanted shown to light.

"Heh…heheh…hehehehe-aHAHAHA!" Kevin tried to smother the sudden laughter with is hands but he just couldn't control himself; he laughed harder and louder. There was no thought in what he said next. It may have saved him from his classmates' wrath but now, he was digging himself a hole that can't be climbed out of; "As if I were some fag that would want another dude's junk up my ass!"

The other students quickly joined in Kevin's laughter. There was an obvious ease of the tension that hung in the room. Of course all of this abruptly ended when Kevin's teacher sentenced him three hours of detention. Disruption and foul language was her said reason.

For once in his life, Double D wished he was one of Edd's fictional ninjas so that he could escape all the questioning eyes that landed on his face; their piercing stare like the talons of a bird spearing its prey.

The teacher clapped his hands bringing all attention to him, "Alright class. Now that the announcements are over class will begin" He stood off the desk then clasped his hands behind his back as he went behind his desk to the erased chalk-smeared board. "Please turn to your weekend homework assignment chapter," He said as he began writing blank-filled formulas. "I assume you all did it over your exciting weekend" He looked back at the class from the corner of his eye as a few the students moaned. He smirked and then turned his attention to finishing the problems on the board.

Double D had finished his homework before the end of the day it was assigned and turned it in. So while the rest of the class was called up one by one to fill in the blanks, Double D continued his early reading.

Or at least he tried.

Thoughts of Eddy's earlier feat swarmed his thoughts. So instead he tried focusing on the lesson. His chemistry teacher, Mr. Darrison, was swiftly moving his hand around as if he were an orchestra conductor and the small worn down chalk in his hand was the baton controlling the flow of his words to form a poetic symphony.

Double loved the way the young teacher spoke. It was like he was under a spell; all his will was thrown from his body and into Mr. Darrison's control, forcing him to listen. That along with his charming looks made up of rich brown mahogany skin and short black curls that perfectly framed his honey colored eyes could keep anyone's attention. It was a welcomed reprieve. 45 minutes later the bell rung signaling the class's end.

It was too soon for Double D. Mr. Darrison kept everyone so busy, no one had time to glance in Double D's direction; and for that he was thankful. But now as everyone gathered their things he could not quiet the buzz of whispers coming from every direction. An occasional glance was like the irresistible pull of metal to a magnet. Double D grimaced. He could just imagine what the halls will be like – he didn't want to think about lunch. With a sigh he finally placed his book in its wire home under his chair and exchanging it for his own books placing them at their normal position at his chest.

"Edd" Mr. Darrison suddenly called without looking up from the papers on his desk.

Double stopped mid-step and faced his teacher. "Yes Mr. Darrison?" he replied.

"We are close are we not?"

"Yes sir"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes sir. You were the only one I told of my affairs with" Double D faltered, "um…with another student"

Mr. Darrison looked up at Double D. He smiled teasingly, "And I reckon this student is a certain red head quarterback", he said letting his European accent slip into his true hometown U.S. southern accent.

Double D blushed and looked to the floor. "Y-yes sir"

Mr. Darrison laughed and stood up. He wrapped his arm around Double D's shoulders pulling him into a half hug. "Don't worry Edd, I'll be behind you 100 percent!" His vice grew serious letting his European accent taken dominance, "But if you have any problem from anyone, you come to me understood?"

Double D nodded. Mr. Darrison released him and returned to his desk. His accent returned to its normal hypnotic mix of Southern-European. "Now please hurry to your next class. The bell will ring within the next two minutes."

With a smile Double D walked out of the classroom and into his awaiting trial, the hallway stranglers.

He took a deep breath and began his journey to the second floor. There were stares as he confidently walked with his head held high. Whispers floated around his ears trying to tempt his gaze in their direction as passed rows of lockers. On the stairs a few called out to him. Some sounded concerned. Others were taunting. The obvious Jesus freaks tried to block his path but Double D politely sidestepped them.

Another row of lockers, more whispers, more glances, more calls of his name. Double D finally made it. He finally made it to his math class. He made it through it all. Double D released a breath of relief.

Now he wished he hadn't because then maybe it would've left him with enough energy to cover the pain in his heart. The first of many he would feel that day.

Eddy was in his usual spot, sitting on top of his desk leaning comfortably against the wall. He looked up at Double D and smirked cruelly. "Well if it ain't Double Dick the school's number one smartest fag".