School hasn't even started yet and Kevin is already cornered.
After everything that happened yesterday with Edd (those scars, the tears, the anger - just thinking about it leaves Kevin reeling), he has no clue what to expect when he gets to school. He actually struggled to sleep last night with all of these confusing thoughts swirling in his head. Eddward Vincent's scars were a predominant feature in his dreams, too. Edd kept appearing before him, eyes lidded and sharp, his hair drawn back so the harsh markings were on full display or, even worse, the image of Edd's strained face and watery eyes met Kevin's own, prompting him to gush out apologies.
He woke up at least three times, sweating and sick to his stomach, and could hardly go back to sleep with his thoughts running a mile a minute. So now he feels like absolute shit physically as well as emotionally.
When morning had finally come around, Kevin's mother had nearly dropped the bowl of eggs she was whisking when she saw him and promptly pressed her small hands all over Kevin's face and neck in an effort to determine if he had a temperature. Even when she found he was fine, she tried to keep him at home. Kevin was tempted to do just that but at the same time he felt he had to go to school. If he stayed home he would simply be haunted by his thoughts all day; at least going to school would give him something to focus on.
Kevin did convince his father to drive him to school, a rare and usually unnecessary occurrence, which killed two birds with one stone: he didn't have to exert himself and he could get to school early. He was trying to lay low, get to school before anyone else to avoid Plank or even Double D in case one of them decides to seek revenge. But as soon as he got to his locker hands came to rest against them, on either side of his head, arms trapping him.
Kevin turns slowly to find Plank looming over him, face cold and drawn. Plank gets his name not only from the slab of wood he carries around but from his appearance: he's tall and thin but hard - not someone anyone wants to mess with.
Plank sneers at him but doesn't say anything. He usually doesn't.
"Uh..."
Plank thrusts his open hand in Kevin's face and grunts. He wants the earphones back. Of course.
Maybe it was just a game from the beginning, maybe Edd gave them back just to fuck with him but Plank isn't interested in playing along. That actually wouldn't surprise Kevin at all.
Kevin sighs and begins to draw them out of his pocket when someone comes to lean against the lockers next to them with a small clink. He's not sure if he should be scared or relieved to see Double D; Plank seems to feel the same, hesitantly shifting above Kevin with a furrow in his brow.
Edd's face is completely blank but he's looking at Plank, not Kevin, so there's at least some indication that he's frustrated with the other. Edd picks at his nails. "Plank, what did I say about Pumpkin?"
Plank's face reddens slightly and he draws away.
Kevin thinks he must be imagining things, wide eyes flicking between the two boys.
Then Plank just walks away like nothing ever happened, leaving Kevin and Edd alone in the empty halls.
"Why are you here so early, Pumpkin?" Eddward asks curiously.
Kevin is still too dumbstruck to speak. Edd quirks a brow at him. "Uh... you just..."
"I told you. I would have stopped him if I knew what he was up to."
It's been a long morning already and Kevin is just going out of his mind. He makes this soft, broken sound without meaning to and then words just come spilling out. "There's- shit, there are these guys-"
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