It wasn't just him. He knew it. Edd was treating everybody like they'd never been friends, or, in his case, distant neighbors. He'd been talking to Nazz after practice only to have Sarah interrupt. Driven almost to the point of tears after an encounter with Edd. Nazz shot glances up at him while Sarah talked in a manner that told him to go away. Girls and their emotions.
Kevin decided he didn't like them, emotions, that is. They had a habit of getting in the way. He wanted to make amends with Edd, possibly even be friends, but the boy was making it near impossible, and Nat was of no help. All he offered was relationship advice and Kevin would rather take that from someone who'd actually been in a relationship. Not to insult his friend's sexual prowess or anything (he'd probably had tens of bed-mates this year alone), he'd just never been committed to anyone.
Kevin really wasn't one to talk. The only relationship he'd been in was a brief stint with Nazz before high school even began. Wait. Why was he even thinking about relationships? There was no way he was thinking about starting a relationship with Edd. He barely even knows the guy! Besides, he'd have to talk to Edd and become friends with Edd before they could consider a relationship. Great. Now he couldn't stop thinking about it.
Focus. Get home. Workout. Shower. Homework. Sleep. Sleep was good. He probably just needed to rest after that practice. You know what? He could even skip the workout, he deserved it after all. Good, this was good. He could go home, rest, and stop thinking about Edd.
"Kevin~!" A brick wall hit him, or at least the equivalent did.
"Get the hell off me Goldberg." He groaned as he pushed the energetic male aside.
"You have to come to the pool with me."
"Why would I do that? My couch is calling to me man. Even from miles away, I can hear her."
"First, your couch can't speak. Second, hottie is at the pool and you're coming with to make me look good."
"I'm too tired man. I'll probably end up making you look like the cocky douchebag you are."
"Harsh, bro. Not cool. Come with anyway." Before he had a chance to protest Nat had grabbed his arm and was dragging him toward the separate building. He sighed, but followed along, if only to get the other boy to let him go.
"What do you even want me to say?"
"I dunno, go like, tell him I'm hot or something. Pretend you like me."
"Dude, you know what a shit liar I am." The comeback had Kevin cackling like a maniac.
"Ha ha, laugh it up. Kev, I'm serious here. Please." Nat pleaded.
"Oh my god. Nat stop your face is gonna make me cry." He held the door open for his friend. "I'll do it just, go do something ... not ... stupid." The redhead stalked away from his friend, on a mission to find the so-called 'hottie'. Before he could, though, a more familiar face caught his attention. In the corner stood Eddward Vincent, clad in nothing but swim attire. Until now, Kevin could only think of what was underneath the clothes.
He'd changed. Boy, had he changed. The, once skinny dork, was tall, muscular, and a teenaged girls wet dream. Or Kevin's, in this case. Kevin's brain, trying to process the emotions running through him, shuddered to a halt. His entire system shutdown ... and rebooted as someone clamped a hand down on his shoulder.
"You okay bro?" Thank god Nat had come to his rescue. "What are you staring ... Ohhhhh. Oh. OH! Kev, no. I'm supposed to be the gay friend." He stepped directly into the redheads line of vision. "Listen to me. Abort mission. We're not doing this today. We are gonna walk outta here as if this never happened and then we're gonna talk. Or, you're gonna talk. We'll sort this out. Don't worry"