A/N: *Bangs head against desk* I'm sorry. I am trying to give you regular updates. I was doing well up to this point. I have finished my other story, which will help things. I do have a good excuse though.

Thank you for all your reviews. They mean a lot and give me motivation.

Auta Miquala Orqu

Kevin Stoley hated public attention. He could feel the eyes burning on him everywhere he went that day, accompanied by loud whispers and stunned looks. He had no idea what they were thinking or how people were reacting to the news, and he didn't want to know. As far as he was concerned they could mind their own business. Not that anyone ever did mind their own business. Annoyingly, other people's business was always far more interesting and exceedingly more fun to talk about than one's own.

'Clyde Donovan likes to take it up the ass!' 'Apparently he's had a string of gay lovers.' 'His latest one is Kevin Stoley.' 'I heard they were having sex in Token's pool.' 'I heard Clyde kicked Token off the team.'

Most of them were lies. Schools had a funny way of distorting information: details added or left out to make it more sensational and fun to spread. Clyde and Kevin had not had sex in Token's pool. And Clyde didn't even have the power to kick Token off the team (not that he'd want to). They may not have been speaking, but Token had earned his place; he was damn good. Clyde wasn't about to turn dictatorial.

Were people taking it well or bad? Kevin didn't know.

He knew how has mom had taken it: badly. Very badly. He couldn't let himself think on it. He had prepared for the worst and that is exactly what he got. She had made it clear that he was a disgrace, that he was ruining the family name, his life, and everything else. He was to leave Clyde immediately. When Kevin refused, she had grown into such a rage that not only was he banned from leaving the house (except for school, which she would drive him to), he also had his laptop and phone confiscated. So there was really no way of contacting Clyde. She was deliberately creating a scenario which was bound to lead to problems.

And, of course, his dad was on another business trip. He hadn't heard a single thing from him. Not one single word. No 'I know what you are, son' or 'I'm very disappointed,' or even a 'we'll talk soon.' A 'we'll talk soon' would have been okay. Obviously Kevin's dad was either too angry or didn't care at all. He wasn't sure which one he preferred.

He hadn't run into any Jocks yet. Thank God. Would they do anything to him now they knew he was gay? Almost certainly. However, as long as Clyde was alright he could take it. As long as nobody was hurting Clyde, it would all be okay.

His first proper form of communication came as he was standing by his locker at the beginning of lunch, where Kyle almost ran into him with urgency.

"Kevin!" Kyle grabbed his arm, panting. "It's about time I found you." He took a deep gulp of breath - had he really been running around the school halls? "You haven't been replying to my texts."

Kevin sighed. "It's hard to do that when I don't have my phone. What's wrong?"

Kyle placed both his hands on Kevin's shoulders and stared into his eyes. "You're still in the mathletes right? We need you for the next competition."

Kevin smiled, slightly freaked out by Kyle's intensity. "Of course I am, Kyle. Don't worry!"

Kyle straightened up and nodded. "Good." He grinned with a wide, honest smile, wrinkling his nose dotted with freckles. He stood at the same height as Kevin, similar body type, though Kyle was more muscular in the arms (which Kevin knew didn't really say much). He wore his red hair, as always, forced down under a green hat, as if it had been banished.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because, dude... Clyde!"

Kevin bit his lips hesitantly, worried for whatever reaction followed. He looked at Kyle. "It wouldn't stop me from doing math."

Kyle chuckled. "Not many things can do that, hey? You are the guy that does equations in the shower."

Kevin smiled. "Only when the shower screen steams up... It's a good board! Very eco-friendly. You should tell Greenpeace." Why was Kyle not talking any more about Clyde? Or if not Clyde, shouldn't the shock have been that Kevin was gay? He knew he'd never shown preference one way or the other for love interests but still...

A blond blur ran around the corner then, making slight distressed noises. No one on the corridor even raised their heads, all used to the particular boy's way of behaving. If they did raise their heads, it was because their attention had been yet again drawn to Kevin. Great.

Tweek stopped next to Kyle, practically throwing himself at Kevin. "Kyle found you! Thank God. I was sure he was a-about to explode. H-he's been meaning to ask you about the gayletes." Tweek threw his hand over his mouth as he went bright red. "Shit! I-I meant MATHLETES. S-sorry. I didn't mean to cause any offence and oh God, please d-don't get upset. Don't cry."

Kevin burst out laughing at the two boy's red faces in front of him. So it seemed they didn't want to ask because they were afraid of somehow offending him - however hard that may be for two people so kind. It actually made him feel happy. He could see that rather than avoiding it because they felt uncomfortable, they were trying to stop him feeling so. "Is there anything else you would like to talk about?"

Tweek glanced at Kyle and then back to Kevin, nodding. "D-don't you feel that it's amazing to be w-with not just a Jock... but the captain of the basketball team? Think of the power. Are you mad? That's too much power!" Tweek clutched at his hair.

"I don't know what you mean by the power," started Kevin, slightly bewildered, "but no it isn't, why should it be? Clyde's just a guy and we happen to be in love."

Kyle nodded in agreement. "Clyde Donovan was always a bit different. He's always had more of a conscience."

"C-Clyde has always been a good guy to m-me." Tweek pulled at his shirt, eyes darting around worriedly. "He always helped me out."

It was so lovely for Kevin to hear people talking about Clyde in such a way. It gave him the reassurance that perhaps they weren't all alone. "Why did you stop being friends with him?"

Tweek's eyes opened wide. "It was- it wasn't Clyde. It was Craig."

"But Craig's actually really nice. I get along with him. He doesn't seem like he'd be bothered by your social status or anything."

"I know, h-he wouldn't, but I worked out something about him a-and the way he looked at someone. He didn't understand; he couldn't see it himself. He got confused for a while and didn't want to talk about it, and then we just naturally drifted apart."

"That's a shame."

Tweek shrugged. "Clyde, Craig and Token got popular and I didn't. I'm happy with my friends, Kevin. I wouldn't be able to deal with being around the Jocks that hurt Kyle."

Kevin turned his attention to Kyle as the red-head spoke. "It's the same for me and Stan. You're the first person it's happened the other way around for."

"What?"

"You're making friends with them rather than breaking friends with them. Kevin, the whole school is talking about you and Clyde. All laws of status quo say that you shouldn't be together! Just understand that our half of it thinks it's brilliant."

"Our... half." Kevin sighed. "There shouldn't be halves."

Kevin left to hunt down wherever Bradley was. He was not exactly hiding, but Kevin had seen Bradley that morning and been informed that the blond did not want to be asked and mess up any questions that might get thrown his way. Bradley was still getting used to seeing Kevin with a guy; he couldn't take the gossip as well. Craig and Kenny were meeting with him for lunch, outside the library, so that is where Kevin would go. Bradley was probably inside the damn thing anyway.

It was a shame Clyde couldn't be with them. But Clyde had basketball practice, and therefore a lot of reasons to be nervous. Kevin had offered to be there, hell even Kenny and Craig had offered to be there, but Clyde knew it would be better if he just went about it in the normal way.

He had managed to sneak into the locker room early, and get changed before any other people were there. He was shooting hoops when the rest of the team entered, and by that time, coach had arrived. It wasn't so bad. No one had dared to say anything in front of their coach. Clyde received a few 'accidental' shoves, many glares and some general avoidance from his team-mates. He did get the occasional smile or reassuring pat from a supportive few, but only when no one else was looking.

It was only when practice was over and they were told to shower up that Clyde felt bile in the back of his throat.

He entered the locker rooms last, purposefully staying behind to put the basketballs away, debating whether to wait until everyone else had left. Coach's words had spurred him into action. "Kid, it will be a hell of site better in the long run if you don't show 'em you're scared." Clyde gritted his teeth and entered the hyenas' den to the laughing and screaming within. Their teeth were bared and their feral sides out in waiting for him.

"Oh, no way am I getting in the watering hole with him," one seemed to screech.

"He's not welcome in the clan," howled another.

"Rip him to shreds."

"Banish him."

"Let's hear what he has to say," growled one of the higher members. Everyone hushed at that.

Clyde stared at Token. "I have nothing to say." He began walking to his locker and getting out his change of clothes. At least they were still there. The people from the team may have been acting like jerks towards him, but at least they hadn't interfered with his stuff.

"Like I said, I'm not showering with a fag, dude," said Chad, glaring down at Clyde.

"Nahh, he wouldn't go for you, Chad," jeered Jason. "He likes the Nerds."

He turned his back, ripped off his kit and shoved his jeans and t-shirt on, ignoring the comments that flew around him. He couldn't ignore all of them though.

"Yeah. Why have endless chicks, drinks and parties when you can watch Star Wars?"

It was too much for Clyde. He slammed his locker shut and turned with a foreign murderous glare on his face. Craig Tucker? Christophe DeLorne? No, it was much fiercer. It was the result of one too many jeers and ignorant assholes. It was a glare that said he was even past wanting to be left alone, because he'd had enough of everything changing. "You know what," he yelled, "I hate that we're labelled." He looked around the room. "I hate being called a 'Jock', because I'd rather be a Nerd." He paused. "If you want to give me any label, then call me a Nerd, because that is what I'd rather be. Why should one sport make anyone so popular?"

He didn't even care that the room had gone silent. He knew it would. Clyde rarely yelled. And really, he was only directing his voice to one person: Token.

"After a long day of being awesome, I like to unwind by playing minecraft with my boyfriend. Oh, I'm a fag. I love my boyfriend. We sit and watch films on the 3D television - he wears the black glasses, and I wear the pink. I also like to sport elf ears when we watch Lord of the Rings. And when I cry at the sad bits, he whispers comforting words to me in Elvish."

By that point, Clyde's teammates were gawking at him in utter disbelief, having never thought such a womanizing basketball captain would do such a thing. Token's face was unreadable to everyone but Clyde. Clyde saw something deep inside. He didn't want to call it guilt, since it wasn't quite that far along. However, there was an emotion along those lines in Token's eyes.

"Clyde-"

"No, shut up. I'm not listening. You've made it clear that we're not friends anymore."

Token didn't reply.

Clyde glanced around the room again. All eyes were on him, even if they weren't wearing much they'd forgotten about their prejudices for a moment to listen. "And if you fuckers have never used the force in a Jedi battle scene, plunged the deep-sea for treasure, or saved The Shire, then I'm telling you, you haven't lived." He grabbed his belongings, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "So your captain is going to leave now. But he's going to continue being your captain. And if you don't like it then you know what you can do."

Clyde walked towards the door, moving past Token who was still stood there, staring in the place Clyde had just vacated. Clyde made one extra point as he reached the door. "Oh, and the sex? Ten times better than any chick."

"I am not staying on this team with a fag for a captain. You disgust me," yelled Chad, backed up by a few mumbles of agreement.

Clyde sighed, trying to show an uninterested attitude, which wasn't easy. "Lle tela?"

The Jock paused and frowned. "What? What the fuck are you on about?"

Clyde raised a smirk. "Amin delotha lle. Amin feuya ten' lle. Auta miqula orqu."

He grinned as he left the locker rooms, despite being angry. He knew he'd just left them all baffled by his last line, and he didn't get to baffle people very often. Clyde had always found learning Elvish easier than learning French or any other language. He'd been learning it from a young age, and without the pressure of being tested or graded on it, it stuck. He wasn't fluent, but he knew enough phrases to trick some people into thinking he was. He had tried to trick Kevin... it hadn't worked. Of course that boy would be fluent and try to engage in a proper conversation.

As Clyde left the gym and the adrenaline wore off, his emotions turned back towards angry and upset. He thought he was in the corridor alone: it was silent and empty. He felt a tear leak out of his eye. He shook his head. Crying was definitely not what he needed to do, however fucking much he wanted to do it. His life wasn't a mess. He was healthy, in a brilliant relationship and had some wonderful friends. All the others problems were not important. They would get better eventually. He just needed to give them time.

Clyde didn't see the next action coming. He was facing the wrong way. So when a fist flew towards his face, he stood no chance of avoiding it.

A stinging flooded his cheek and he stumbled backwards in dizzying confusion. Another hit to the same spot sent him falling against the hard brick wall and down to the floor. Luckily, with quick thinking, he was able to lessen the impact by sticking out his hands and bending his arms, mirroring a press up position. The force of the blow meant he couldn't hold it, and with little other choice he lay on the ground long enough to hear running footsteps as the perpetrator fled.

He could tell it was a football Jock, and he didn't need a name; when they did shit like that they didn't deserve names. With a groan he picked himself off the ground before anyone could see him, and headed to the bathroom to check the damage. It was empty. He stared at himself in the mirror and shuddered. His slightly damp and ruffled hair from basketball only highlighted the darkness of his eyes from very few hours of sleep, and the large red mark forming on the left side. His usually healthy skin was too pale and he had blood dripping from his mouth. Great, he looked like a vampire.

The blood had only come from a small cut and after a few spits in the sink it cleared away. He studied his face. He'd just be left with a really bad bruise. There was no way he was going to be able to fake the reason it had happened, and he couldn't hide it. He groaned; Kevin was going to freak.

A/N: Not sure if anyone knew this Elvish/Elven

Lle tela?- Are you finished?

Amin delotha lle. Amin feuya ten' lle. Auta miqula orqu.- I hate you. You disgust me. Go kiss an orc.