"Man, what a way to come out," Kevin says, smiling at the image of the scene in his head and talking with Nazz on the way to his next class.
"No kidding, dude. I wonder what's going through his head right now?" she asks.
"My money's on him completely freaking out over this and hiding. Guy's completely spineless."
"That sounds about right," Nazz says. A small frown grows on her face, and the easy-going happy tone her voice had disappears. "Sometimes I worry about Edd though."
"Yeah? Why?" Kevin asks.
"Well, he just seems to bottle everything up, you know? And then he… explodes, like he did today. It isn't a healthy way to live or be."
"I guess, yeah." Kevin says. Silently he's frustrated that he doesn't say more. He's always been bad at talking about emotions, whether they're his or just feelings in general.
"Oh! Here's my class!" Nazz shouts, and gives a brief hug. "Talk with you later Kevin!"
As Nazz turns and enters the classroom, Kevin takes note of her fine ass and curves being hugged by her tight outfit. Not for the first time, he wished that things had worked out between them.
On the rest of the way to auto repair he wonders how things could have turned out differently and idly greets people in passing. He isn't exactly sad as he thinks these thoughts, rather he's wistful.
Kevin makes his way into the shop-like class, throwing his binder into his locker. After a second's thought, he throws his long sleeved shirt in too, leaving Kevin in a dirty white tank top and showing off his well-developed muscles. He slams the locker shut and then makes his way over to the jeep he's been working on all year. It's come a long way since he found it in the dump. He had changed the tires, along with the entire front end suspension and the gas tank, not that you could tell by looking. He hadn't done any body work on it yet, Kevin hated body work and was absolutely terrible at it. He planning on saving it for last, and it was soon approaching. As a result, it was rusted most everywhere, with the few spots of gray paint left peeling away and the entire front body and hood missing.
He kept meaning to ask Marie to help him fix the body up. Besides the fact that she's amazing at body work and with cars, it'd also be an excuse for him to spend some time with her. Which recently had been a plus.
As if his thoughts summoned her, Kevin heard the familiar thunk of Marie Kanker's approaching boots from behind. Kevin turns and leans against the jeep to greet her, expecting to see her sporting that sly grin she often has. Instead, she's frowning with her black eyebrows furrowed together creating wrinkles everywhere, and ruining her normally beautiful face.
"Hey Marie," he says, a bit uneasy. She was never easy to deal with when in a bad. "What's up?"
"Oh nothing," she says, voice too loud for it to be true. "I only just found out that my chances with my man, my dreamboat, went from a snowball's chance in hell to gone."
"Oh," Kevin responds, trying to be tactful, "You heard about Double Dee?"
"Yes I heard," she hisses, "That Double-Dee is a fag who is going to get the beating of a lifetime. Motherfucker made me waste four years."
"I thought you got over Double-Dee?" Kevin asks, a bit of hope dying inside him. Over the course of sophomore year, Marie had cooled off slightly and stopped viciously attacking Edd. Kevin had hoped that Marie had gotten over Edd. She still did flirt with him, but that was something Marie did with everyone, period. He had hoped that the flirting was empty, meaningless. Kevin guessed he was wrong.
"What? No, dumbshit," Marie cusses "I was trying to be smooth. You know, be nice and civil and shit to Double Dee so I could snag my man. But turns out, that was for nothing! Five months of holding back from pouncing on him, and then Double-Dee has the nerve to be gay! Son of a bitch!"
Boom. There it is. Kevin's chances just died right there. Frowning, Kevin coldly states, "Speaking of bitches, if you're going to be one, just get out of here Marie."
"What's bugging you, dickweed? You gay too?" she says. Kevin can tell she just wants to get a rise out of him, wants to start a fight, so he turns his back to her and pretends to return to working on the jeep. After a moment of silence, Marie cusses and says "Fine. I don't even why I came here today. I should be hunting down Edd."
Kevin releases a sigh as he hears Marie walk away. He ignores the urge to turn around and stare, instead opting to try to lose himself in his work.
A/N: Oh man, I am on a role! A new chapter spurned out in only two days! I feel pretty good about this chapter. The dialogue flows smoothly and we get to see Nazz, Kevin and Marie. Course my opinion on this chapter'll probably radically change in the morning, when I wake up with a refreshed mind and a critical eye and see damning grammatical mistakes and awkward phrasing. Oh well. I just wanna upload this now and go to sweet, sweet sleep.
F.Y.I. I'm not sure what's happened, but I've got solid ideas where this story is gonna go, and it'll take a while to write, so this most definitely isn't going to be a collection of one-shot. I'm trying to think up a new title for this, but am coming up blank for now. If any of you have some ideas for a title, PM it to me or leave it in a review.
Sorry for those of you with virgin ears. All the cussing in this chapter is a necessity. The Kanker sisters in general just have foul mouths like most teens and Marie is in a particularly bad mood.
Thanks for reading, along with any reviews you guys write.