Bertha stormed the hallways of the high school, in search of one person in particular.

Finally she spotted him, talking with his group of friends. She huffed and walked over to them, stopping right in front of him.

"Kevin." She stated, causing him to face her. Along with the others.

"Well look who it is, the freaky punk!" Kevin laughed, his buddies joining in. "Where's your boyfriend Figglehorn?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She scoffed, crossing her arms. "Are you sure you want him to be my boyfriend, though?"

His eyebrows furrowed before she turned to his friends. "I'm gonna have to borrow him for a minute, if you don't mind."

She looped her finger around his shirt collar and dragged him to the nearest supply closet. However, before the door closed, she heard one of the guys call, "Really Kevin? That desperate for a hookup, huh?" She recognized him as Diesel.

But she ignored that comment and stared at Kevin, her eyebrows raised.

"What do you want?" He asked, trying to sound tough but coming off as confused.

"No no, this is about what you want." When he looked even more lost, she rolled her eyes and clarified, "Fred."

She saw Kevin visibly tense at the mention of Fred's name, making her smirk.

He tried to smirk as well. "The only thing I want with Fred is for him to jump off a cliff." He walked over to the door, his hand on the knob, when she said something that made him stop.

"Oh I know you kissed him."

He swallowed and turned back toward her. "What? There's no way that I'd-"

"Save it." She interrupted, holding up her hand for silence.

He stared at her before getting in her face. "You don't have any proof."

"Heard it straight from the horse's mouth." She responded, not budging under his intense stare.

"That doesn't mean anything." He chuckled, heading out again.

She sighed and grabbed his shoulder, turning him around again. "I'm not looking to spread it around school, alright? I'm here as a good friend to Fred."

"Wait, he wanted you to talk to me?" Kevin asked, looking confused again.

She shook her head. "No, he doesn't know anything about this." Her smirk reappeared. "Why, was that hope I saw in your eyes?"

He clenched his jaw and looked away. "Yeah right."

"I'm not one to beat around the bush, so I'm just gonna come out with it." Bertha stated. "I know you have feelings for Fred."

"I do not-"

"Don't interrupt me." She told him, causing him to shut up. "I know it. You know it. The problem is, Fred doesn't."

Kevin raised his eyebrows. "He doesn't?"

"Nope." She said, shaking her head. "However he is confused as to why you kissed him."

Relief flooded Kevin's system. He then pointed at Bertha and said, "And that's how it's gonna stay, understand?"

She simply chuckled, shaking her head. "Oh honey, no. You're gonna finally come out of the closet and tell him."

He scoffed. "I don't think so."

"Kevin!" She exclaimed, making him jump a little. "Give it up! Don't you want to be with him?" She could tell he was about to say no, so she stood in front of the only exit. "We'll stay here all night if we have to."

He glared at her, so she crossed her arms. "How do you feel about Fred?" He was quiet for a full two minutes before muttering something. "What was that?" She asked, leaning forward. He mumbled again. "Repeat?"

"I love him, okay?" He finally said.

She sighed in content. "Finally, some progress."

"But that doesn't mean I'm just gonna admit it to the world, okay?" Kevin stated. "I'm not even sure I'm gay, I just..."

"You just know that you love him?" She asked, and for the first time she sounded sympathetic.

He could barely look her in the eye as he nodded. "Yeah."

"Well then tell him!" He opened his mouth, so she quickly said, "And that doesn't mean that you have to hold hands with him in the hallway. But he deserves to know the truth. He's apart of this too."

"I know he is!" Kevin sounded frustrated. "You know, I was perfectly fine until you got involved!" He leaned against the wall and slid down it, holding his head in his hands. "God, why did I kiss him?"

"Because you want to be with him." She explained, bending on her knees to be eye level with him. He looked up and she smiled. "Your feelings finally got the better of you."

He sniffed, and she could tell he was getting emotional. "I don't want this, okay? I hate that I feel this way, but I just...can't feel differently."

She sighed. "Just talk to him. I know you'll feel at least a little bit better."

He still looked hesitant, but nodded anyway. He then stood up, along with her, but before they left he said, "No one can know about this."

She nodded. "Don't worry, there are better things to talk about."

He rolled his eyes and walked out.