I just want to clarify that Kev has really bad grammar, not me. Okay, my grammar isn't that great either but Kevin's is worse… but I do it on purpose. If Kevin started talking in perfect English… he wouldn't be himself, so please keep that in mind when you read this fic.
Also I didn't get the chance to edit this so I'm really sorry if it's just all over the place.
Tomorrow came and went, then the day after that, and the one after that. Every single day after school, Kevin went straight to the library. He even started going to his locker before his last period so he could just leave his last class and go directly to the library without stopping. The dork had gotten on his back for being late one too many times, so he decided getting there before him was better.
And it was.
The dweeb always got so flustered every time Kevin arrived before him, and Kev loved watching him freak out about how he had no time to prepare. The kid had a serious organization problem. Every damn pencil was labeled and he even had a freaking kit for tutoring. Who did that? Double D did, and Kevin loved messing with him.
But that part had always been true.
When Edd would focus on writing a problem, he'd switch around the order of things on the desk, or—oh this one was the best—he'd only push the end of a pencil, making it crooked. That one always got Double D all hot and bothered and Kevin thought it was the funniest thing in the world. The dork was pretty entertaining, and a freaking brainiac to boot. Not only could he explain all of the questions to Kevin, he could explain it in a way that didn't make Kev feel like a total loser.
Seriously, with all of this tutoring, Kevin was actually starting to enjoy going to math—god he was catching Double D's dorkiness—because instead of just staring blankly at the board, he actually knew some of the answers, not that he ever raised his hand to participate.
As much as Kevin hated to admit it, Dorko was pretty cool.
Back in the day any variation of the name Edd caused his blood to boil. To be fair, back then it was basically Kevin's job to protect the cul-de-sac from the endless lists of scams the trio seemed to come up with. Every day was a new prank, each slimier than the last. Looking back on it, Edd was never really that into the scams the other two were pulling. Actually, Double D was never really a nuisance. The dork was clearly only following Ed-head's orders. That had always annoyed him.
Double D was—is—smart, and he wasn't a jerkwad, Kevin even found himself impressed with Edd's work most of the time, so why did he listen to Dorko numero uno like a little puppy?
Nazz and him used to have a bet going about it. Kev thought that was just the way Double Dork was: idiotically loyal. Nazz on the other hand had a completely different and more romanticized guess. She was sure—almost too sure on further inspection—that Double D was totally head over heels for Eddy. Back then Kevin had dismissed the guess with a laugh. No one could have a crush on Eddy, not even a dweeb like Double D, but now… he wasn't so sure.
He could dwell on the subject on all day, but today was the day he got back his first test since Edd started tutoring him and he was kind of excited to see how he did.
For the first time in a long time, Kevin actually knew more of the answers and only had to guess for two questions.
All thanks to Double Dweeb.
Mrs. Barr started working her way down his row, slowly handing everyone their tests. Kevin straightened up and curled his hands into fists as she approached him. He didn't even glance up at Mrs. Barr's face, too scared to see what type of expression she was wearing. He closed his eyes as soon as she dropped the test on his desk. Only when she didn't immediately move, Kevin cracked his eyes open.
Right on top of the page, written in thick black marker was an eighty-seven.
His mouth dropped open to swear but he quickly decided against it.
"I'm impressed," Mrs. Barr said, moving on to pass the next student their test.
"So am I," he whispered, holding the test in his hands as if it might shatter any second.
Kevin tore out of his last class—which got him a lot of complaining teachers who he easily ignored—and headed toward the library. He was just so god damn excited to show Edd the grade. Edd'd probably be the only person who could appreciate his achievement and celebrate with him. How depressing was that?
When he made it there, he was surprised to see that the Dweeb had made it there first. Kev smirked.
He's such a dork.
"Hey Dork!" Kevin yelled, slowing his sprint into a cool walk when the beanie wearing teen jumped up from his seat and turned around.
Edd looked around at the library and glared, face tomato red, at Kevin. He furrowed his eyebrows and pressed his index finger to his lips, then slowly took his seat motioning Kevin to hurry closer.
Kevin rolled his eyes—it had become more of a habit now a days—and jogged the rest of the distance between them.
"Kevin this is a library, a sacred place of solitude where intellectuals come to learn," Edd said, his cheeks still pink and eyes still glaring.
"Alright I get it, no yelling in the library," Kev said in a breath, taking his seat quickly and looking at Edd, "But I have to show you something." He reached down into his pocket where he folded up his test and unfolded it dramatically. "Do you see this?"
It took a second for Edd to really understand what he was looking at but Kevin would never forget the look of pride that spread across Edd's face as he snatched the test from Kevin's hands.
"Kevin! This is absolutely wonderful! I knew you could do it!" he yelped, green eyes sparkling up at Kevin.
Kevin laughed off his embarrassment and turned his nose up, "Yeah the test was easy."
It was nice, having someone who was proud of you. Kevin had never really had someone to be proud of him. Sure his parents gave him a pat on the back from time to time, but no one had ever looked at him like that. Double dork was a first.
"Would you like to go over the few questions that you did get wrong?" Edd said excitedly.
The dork's green eyes were practically sparkling with excitement, and over what? Getting to go over some questions that Kevin had gotten wrong? God, he was such a dork, but it was actually pretty cute and Kev had to bite the inside of his lips to keep himself from smiling. He nodded, and ducked down into his back pack to grab a pen before looking back at his test.
It didn't take long for his grades to rise. Actually everyone was now starting to notice how quickly Kev's grades improved. At first Kevin soaked in all of the compliments. He loved it, because now not only was he popular, good-looking and good at sports, he was all of those things and smart. A quadruple threat. But then people started asking questions—which was only natural—and Kevin didn't like it.
It started off with stupid half-hearted accusations like 'Who'd you hire to take your math tests, Kev?' which Kevin didn't mind at all. Why should he mind? It wasn't like that was true, and Kevin couldn't care less about rumors. The questions that really got under Kevin's skin were the ones where people—specifically the guys on the baseball team—started asking him who his tutor was and if Kevin could ask his tutor to tutor them too.
That was not going to happen.
Double D was his tutor, and there was no way that he was going to give him up to anyone especially to his stupid teammates. They could find their own tutors, and that's what he told them. That answer usually got him an eye roll or some demand for an explanation as to why he couldn't just help them out, but Kevin didn't care. He wasn't going to share his tutor, not with anyone. The very thought of anyone else meeting Edd at the fourth cubby in the library, made Kevin's blood boil. The fourth cubby belonged to Kevin and Double D, no one else. But how could Kevin make sure that stayed true? He couldn't force Double D to stop tutoring people, as much as he'd like to, but he could take up all of Double D's time.
But how?
It was Nazz that gave him the answer.
They had been walking from history and Kevin was sulking over some bad grade that he had just gotten back.
"I don't get it," he groaned, looking at the grade again and smacking the test against his forehead, "I'm doing so good in math, but I still can't get a decent grade in history. This is such bull."
She laughed at him, "Looks like without Double D, you can't get any good grades."
Kevin rolled his eyes and nudged Nazz before that statement really sunk in. If Double D tutored him in his other classes… he could get better grades all around and take up all of his time.
He must have spaced out because when he came out of his thoughts, Nazz was waving her hand in front of his face calling Kevin's name. "Hello? Earth to Kev?" She called again, snapping her fingers impatiently.
Kevin blinked and shook his head quickly, "Yeah I'm here, sorry I was just thinking."
"You? Thinking? Wow Double D really is rubbing off on you," she joked.
"Shut up."
After his last class, Kevin set out toward the library, determined to ask Edd. He just needed an opportunity to get his question in. Usually he'd just straight out demand that Edd tutor him in his other classes, but something about that didn't sit right in his stomach. He wanted Double D to want to help him… if that made sense. God he hoped it did.
Kevin wasn't really the asking type. He didn't ask for much, and he definitely never asked for help, so he had no idea how to go about this whole thing. Did he ease into it? Did he just bring it up? Kevin figured now as Double D was in the middle of explaining something to him was a perfect time if any to pop the question. If he didn't get it out of the way now, he probably wouldn't be able to focus for the rest of the tutoring session.
"Hey Dweeb," Kevin asked, looking up from his work.
Edd's head popped up and he blinked, confused as to why Kevin was interrupting him.
"What do you after this?" Smooth, Kevin.
Edd blinked again, and Kevin suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. Just answer the question.
"I usually go home," Edd said, the statement sounding more a question. "Why?"
Kev adjusted his hat and tried to hide the relief that flooded over him. If Edd already had plans, or people to tutor after this, that would have ruined everything. "I was just wondering cause uh," he paused and gathered his thoughts again, "Since I do so good in math I was thinkin' it would be cool if I started doing that good in all of my other classes…" He really hoped that Double D would catch the gist of what he was trying to get at because Kevin was way too embarrassed to flat out ask him for more help.
"You do well in math," Double D corrected, holding up his index finger.
This time Kevin actually did roll his eyes.
"But, I believe I know where this is going, Kevin," Edd said, trying his hardest to sound cool, "If you are asking me to tutor you in your other subjects, I would be happy to do so," he smiled and his cheeks reddened.
Kevin couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. Never did Kevin think he'd be saved by Edd's dorkiness, but he was grateful anyway. If Kev was forced to ask Edd out-loud, he might have exploded or worse, he might have just dropped the subject completely.
"The only difficulty would be that you have baseball practice after this don't you?" Edd asked, scratching at his temple.
Oh crap, Kevin hadn't even thought of that. He was already skipping the first hour of practice to get tutored and he was on thin ice with his coach. He couldn't skip anymore practice time, not if he wanted to stay on the team.
"Shit, you're right," Kevin said, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. This really threw a wrench in his plan, how had he forgotten that after this session he went straight to baseball practice?
"If I may," Edd asked, budding into Kevin's thoughts.
Kev looked up at him and gave him a look that said, 'Go on.'
"We could always move the study sessions to my house?" He offered, looking down and fidgeting with his pencil, he looked up at Kevin and continued, "I don't mind, really, I can just reschedule my personal homework time, and my parents are never home anyway so it's not like you would be a bother."
Kevin didn't even need to think about it, that plan sounded perfect. "Yeah that sounds rad," he grinned, "So I can go straight to practice afterschool, then head over to your place?"
"Exactly!" Edd said with a huge smile and pink stained cheeks.
"So tomorrow I'll just head straight to your house after practice?"
"Precisely. Make sure to bring homework from all of your subjects," Edd said, turning back to the work that they still hadn't gone over today.
"Gotcha' Dee," Kev nodded, following Edd's example and turning back to their work. Kevin noticed how the younger teen's cheeks flushed a dark red, and grinned to himself.
Mission Accomplished.
Next chapter: Be prepared for a date between our Dork and Blockhead!
