Date: Wed, 12 Aug 2009 22:33:18 -0400
From: ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: Losing Kevin  Chapter 5

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Losing Kevin        Chapter 5



"Well? I'm waiting." Mr. Williams sat with his elbows on the table staring
intently at the twins. They gave each other a side glance and then hung
their heads.

"Your father and I want to know why you two boys were fighting last night,"
Mrs. Williams added worriedly. "It's not like you boys not to get along."

Devin looked over again at Kevin, and then he cleared his throat before
speaking. Kevin gave him an anxious look. His body tightened when Devin
started to speak.

"Well, Dad," he mumbled. "Kevin won't play basketball." Kevin let out a
muted sigh. Devin was covering for him. He wasn't going to tell his father
what he suspected, at least not now.

"You hit your brother because he said he wouldn't play ball?" Mr. Williams
gave Devin an angry look. "That is no reason to fight. You should know
better."

Devin looked over pleadingly at Kevin. "But he hit me first." Kevin dropped
his head, trying not to smile.

"Is this true, Kevin?" Kevin looked quickly at Devin before
answering. "Yes, Sir." He saw Devin's sigh of relief. If Devin could cover
for him, it was the least he could do for his brother.

"He called me a retard," Kevin replied. "I've told him to stop calling me
that."

"Devin," scolded Mrs. Williams. "You've been told a hundred times not to
use that word. It's very rude and disrespectful."

"Yes, Ma'am," Devin answered. Kevin could hardly contain his laughter. He
had never seen Devin act so innocently.

"You still have to be punished for fighting," admonished their father.

"But I didn't start it," whined Devin. He looked over at Kevin. Their
father's punishment usually meant the loss of use of their cell phones and
computer. Devin had recently been spending a lot of time at the computer
chatting with Ashley. He was afraid she'd be angry if he couldn't have any
contact with her except at school.

"Kevin may have thrown the first punch," his father said, "but you calling
your brother out of his name precipitated the fight."

"But, Dad," cried Devin.

"No buts," warned his father. "You will lose.."

Devin looked angrily at Kevin. "You don't understand, Dad," he
shouted. "Kevin's a.."

Kevin's eyes narrowed when he realized what his brother was getting ready
to say. For a while he thought his brother was covering for him, but now he
knew that to save himself from punishment, he was willing to disclose what
he suspected.

"Devin didn`t do nothing," Kevin interrupted. "The fight was all my fault."
He watched as Devin gave him a smirk.

Their father stared intently at the twins. He knew something strange was
going on between the two of them, but it wasn't the time or place to deal
with it. Whatever it was, the boys would have to work it out on their own.

He looked at Devin. "You're excused." Devin pushed himself away from the
table. He looked down and gave a snide glance at this brother before
leaving the room.

Mr. Williams sat back and stared at Kevin. He had watched the change in
both boys over the past year. It concerned him that they were pulling apart
from one another. He figured that they were growing older and trying to
adopt separate personalities. They had for over sixteen years been close,
and it was hard to identify the two apart. However, it now troubled him
that they seemed to exhibit an animosity for one another; and yesterday's
fight indicated that the rift between them had widened.

"Want to tell me the real reason?" Kevin dropped his head. He had hoped
that his father would announce his punishment and let him leave. He didn't
feel like discussing it any longer. Devin had already come close, and
further questioning could open Pandora's Box.

Kevin looked up at his father. "He called me a retard, so I hit him." He
looked away quickly when his father gazed intently at him. He knew the
look. He was trying to read him, and in his vulnerable situation, he was
afraid.

"Just because someone calls you a name," said his mother sympathetically,
"doesn't mean you should hit them."

"I know, Mom." Kevin looked at his mother and smiled slightly. "I'll
remember that the next time." He looked over when his father started
laughing.

"You boys sure know how to pour it on," he laughed. "The next time, I'm
bringing a shovel with me. We have enough manure around here to cover the
landscape for several years."

Kevin tried to keep a straight face, but found himself laughing as hard as
his father. His laughter stopped when his father leaned in towards him.

"Now would you like to tell me the truth?"

Kevin dropped his head. "No, Sir." There was a long period of
silence. Without looking up, he could tell his father was watching him.

"You may go," he said abruptly.

"What?" Kevin's head shot up. His father was dismissing him without giving
him a punishment. "I can just leave?"

"Isn't that what I just said?" He replied sharply as he grabbed the
newspaper on the table, opened it up and started reading. Kevin stood and
looked down, waiting for his father to speak. Mrs. Williams looked
worriedly at him, and then motioned for him to leave. Reluctantly, he left
the kitchen. He was confused why his father had stopped talking. It was
uncharacteristic of him to not mete out punishment quickly when he or Devin
had done something wrong. In fact, he didn't even mention that he was going
to punish him.

He headed back to the guest bedroom. Earlier in the morning he had crept in
while Devin was asleep and removed most of the clothing he wore to
school. He refused to share a room with Devin as long as he was acting
hateful toward him. For a brief period at the table, he thought that Devin
was changing; but when he almost told his parents his suspicions, then
Kevin knew they couldn't be close.

In fact, the more he thought about it, the more resentment he felt for
Devin. He couldn't understand why he was reacting the way he was. Why was
Devin so disgusted by the possibility of him being gay? If anyone should be
supportive, it should have been his own brother, but he wasn't. So far he
hadn't even been willing to discuss it. But why?

As he passed Devin's room, the door opened slightly. Devin peered angrily
at him before slamming the door shut. Kevin walked to his room and began
dressing for school. Fifteen minutes later he heard Devin leave the house
and watched as he got into Paul's car.

He knew it was going to be another long day.

******************

Cameron was waiting impatiently for Kevin to arrive in geometry class. His
eyes brightened when Kevin walked through the door. He blushed when he was
rewarded with a return smile. Cameron turned and giggled when Kevin sat
down.

"Hey," he smiled broadly. When he noticed the student sitting next to Kevin
watching them, he turned back around.

"What's wrong?" Kevin asked, confused by Cameron's sudden action.

"I'll tell you later," he whispered. "Not right now."

"Did I do something wrong?" Kevin asked worriedly. Cameron turned and faced
him. He glanced over at the girl to see if she was still watching them, but
she was talking to another student.

"We need to be more careful," cautioned Cameron.

"About what?" Kevin asked innocently.

"I'll tell you later," replied Cameron.

"You already said that," giggled Kevin. He stared intently into Cameron's
eyes.

"That's what I'm talking about," Cameron replied as he turned back in his
seat. Again, Kevin stared at the back of his blond hair wondering what was
happening.

The boys didn't get a chance to speak during class. As was customary,
Mr. Shepard always gave a test on Fridays. He defended it by saying it was
the best way to evaluate what the students had learned during the week, but
they knew it was because he didn't want to teach on Fridays.

"That was hard," Kevin said as he stood when the bell rang. He flung his
book bag over his shoulder. "I think I may have failed it."

"How could you fail it?" Cameron asked. "We've been studying hard all
week. You know the material."

"It's all your fault."

"What? My fault?"


"Yeah," Kevin insisted. "If you hadn't been so weird before the test, then
I think I could have paid more attention to the problems."

"That's just stupid," Cameron huffed as he headed for the door. Kevin
grabbed him by the arm, stopping him.

"Then tell me what's wrong." Cameron looked down at Kevin's hand holding
his arm gently.

"That's what I'm talking about," he said as he moved his arm away. "We've
got to be more careful at school. I can't go through it again." He walked
out the door, heading down the hall to his next class. Kevin almost had to
run to keep up with him.

"What are you talking about?" He asked. "Go through what again?"


Cameron stopped suddenly and faced Kevin. Tears welled up in his eyes when
he responded, "Gay bashing."

"What?" Kevin asked worriedly. He grabbed Cameron's arm again. "When?"

"I can't talk about it now," Cameron said as he pulled himself away. "We'll
talk about it after school, okay?" He then turned and disappeared down the
hall.

*****************

Devin and Ashley had emerged from under the bleachers. Their clothes were
still disheveled as they walked toward the school. Ashley took Devin's hand
and held it.

They could hear the bell ringing in the distance. "Damn," exclaimed
Devin. "This is the third class we've missed this week. My folks are going
to find out I'm cutting classes."

"But it's been worth it," cooed Ashley as she gripped his hand
tighter. "Hasn't it?"

"Yeah, Baby," replied Devin. He stopped and kissed her. She pulled away and
looked worriedly at him.

"Are you sure we're being safe?" She asked. "This is the second time you
didn't use a condom."

"I told you," Devin assured her. "If I pull out before I cum, you can't get
pregnant."

"Are you sure? Sherri said that's not true."

"You told Sherri we're having sex!" Devin shouted.

"Well, not exactly," replied Ashley timidly. "I did one of those suppose
questions. She guessed the rest."

"Well, you know Sherri," said Devin. "She's the school gossip. Everyone
will know we're having sex."

"I don't care," Ashley stood on her tiptoes and kissed Devin. "We're in
love, so let them talk."

"But we're only sixteen," Devin replied. "We could get into some serious
trouble if our parents find out." Ashley's smile faded to a worried look.

"I never thought about Daddy finding out," she said worriedly.

"He'll cut my balls off." Devin reached down and grabbed his crotch.

"He'd do even worse to me. I'd probably end up in a convent somewhere."

Ashley took Devin's hand and they walked into the building. Students were
scurrying to their classes. "I guess we should be more careful then,"
whispered Ashley.

Just then three girls walked by and started giggling when they saw the two
holding hands. They started whispering as they past them.

"I think it's too late," remarked Devin. "The Sherri Hotline has already
told the entire school."

"I'll kill her," hissed Ashley as Devin escorted her to class.

***************

"Williams!" Coach Alston motioned for Devin to join him on the
sidelines. Practice hadn't officially started, but he was getting some of
the starters in shape for the season. Many of the members participated in
baseball and track in the spring, but even a few months off during the
summer could cause their youthful bodies to be out of shape.

Devin ran over to the coach. "What?" Coach Alston looked angrily down at
the sweating teen.

"Can you tell me when the word team had an I in it?"

"It doesn't," replied Devin.

"Then why are you hogging the ball?" Coach Alston picked up a ball off the
floor and tossed it to Devin. He caught it and dribbled it on the floor.

"I'm not hogging the ball," insisted Devin.

"Yes, you are." The coach picked up another ball and tossed it to Devin. He
dropped the ball he was dribbling to catch the one approaching him. He
looked at the coach with a puzzled look.

"You want to be a ball hog," said Coach Alston as he picked up another ball
and tossed it to Devin. Devin didn't drop the ball in his hand fast enough,
and the ball slammed into his chest. "Here, take all the balls."

"I'm not hogging the ball!" The other players on the floor stopped to watch
the exchange. Stanley was standing beside Kevin as the coach angrily tossed
balls at his brother.

"Williams," shouted the coach as he pointed to Kevin. "Get over here."
Kevin looked at Stanley and then trotted over to stand beside Coach Alston.

"Toss the ball to your brother." He looked angrily at Devin as he tossed
another basketball quickly at him. Devin caught it and dribbled it as he
stared defiantly at the coach.

"Toss it to him!" The coach shouted. "We've been practicing for over forty
minutes, and not once have you passed him the ball."

Devin threw the ball down angrily on the gym floor. It bounced once before
hitting Kevin in the chest. "Why's he on the team anyway?" Devin
shouted. "He said he didn't want to play this year."

Coach Alston's face flushed with anger. "Go get dressed, Williams. Get off
my basketball court."

"What?" Devin's eyes widened. "You're kicking me off the team?" He looked
angrily at his twin. "You're going to let him play over me?"

Coach Alston took a deep breath. "You have five seconds to get out of my
face or I'm going to come over there and remove you myself."

"Fuck it!" Devin shouted as he stormed away, giving Kevin an angry glance
as he passed. Paul ran over and walked beside Devin as he approached the
gym door.

"Glenn!" Coach Alston shouted at Paul. "Get your butt back here if you
intend to play for me this year." Paul stopped and looked at Devin and then
back at the coach. Devin walked through the door and disappeared, leaving
Paul alone. Seconds later, Paul turned and disappeared through the door.

The coach looked around the gym at the six boys who were standing silently
staring at him. "Team meeting," shouted Coach Alston. "Come sit on the
bench."

The boys cautiously approached and quietly took a seat. Kevin sat down
beside Stanley. The coach approached and stood before them.

"Alright men," he began. "We are a team. The only way we win is if we play
as a team. I'll not have any member of my team disrespect me or another
teammate. I don't know what goes on off the court, but when you pick up
that basketball and play for the Western High Dragons, you put aside any
problems you have and give the team 110%. Anyone who can't do that doesn't
play for me."

He crossed his arms and stared at each of the boys before him. "If any of
you feel that you can't do that, then walk out now." He paused a minute,
waiting to see if any of the boys got up and left. When they didn't he
continued.

"If you have any problems with me or another teammate, then come see me."
He paced back and forth before the boys, looking into their faces. "And if
I hear any of you call another teammate out of his name, then you might as
well head for the dressing room. Do I make myself clear?" He studied the
boys as they each nodded their heads.

"Alright then, Men," he turned and headed across the floor. "Be here
tomorrow. Remember, ten minutes after the last bell. No excuses." The boys
sat quietly as he disappeared into his office.

Slowly, they arose from their seats and headed toward the dressing
room. Stanley and Kevin remained seated in the bleacher.

"Damn," whistled Stanley. "That was intense. What was Devin's problem
anyway? I've never seen him act like that before."

"I told you he hates me," Kevin sadly responded. "He can't even stand me
being on the team with him."

"None of this is making any sense," Stanley replied. "Why is he reacting
like this just because he thinks you're gay? You're his brother, for God's
sake."

"Maybe he's afraid other people will think he's gay if they find out I am,"
suggested Kevin.

"I doubt that," laughed Stanley. "Everyone in school knows he's fucking
Ashley."

Kevin's eyes widened. "What?"

"You didn't know?" Stanley looked worriedly at Kevin. "It's all over
school. Sherri's been telling everyone for the past several days."

"When?" Kevin asked. "He comes home after practice and then goes to his
room and talks to her on the phone all night."

"Rumor has it they're having sex under the bleachers during class,"
Stanley's face began to redden.

"Are you shitting me?" Kevin shouted. "My dad will kill him if he finds
out."

"I know," he replied. "I've tried to talk to him, but you know how it is
when a guy gets his first girlfriend."

Kevin looked over and raised his eyebrow. Stanley started laughing. "Well,
maybe you don't. But when you get your first boyfriend you'll know."

Kevin's face reddened. Stanley started laughing. "You have a boyfriend,
don't you?" He laughed harder when Kevin turned a bright red.

"Who?" He pleaded. "You've just got to tell me. I swear I won't tell any."

Kevin paused a minute before responding. He wasn't sure if Cameron would
want him telling anyone that they were dating."

"Please," begged Stanley. "Tell me."

Kevin started smiling. "Alright, but you have to swear you won't tell a
soul."

Stanley crossed his heart with his fingers. "I swear it."

"Cameron Lynch."

"Isn't he that blond kid you're hanging around with a lot? He's a new
student isn't he?"

"Yeah," smiled Kevin. "I think he likes me."

"Cool," Stanley returned the smile. "He's really cute."

Kevin leaned back on the bleacher and roared with laughter when he watched
the astonished look on Stanley's face.

"And what would you know about another boy being cute?" He grabbed his
sides and laughed when Stanley began to stammer.

"I didn't mean it that way," he said. "I just meant.."

Kevin threw his arm around Stanley's shoulder. "It's okay, Stan, my
man. Just don't try to steal my boyfriend from me. Find your own."

"But, but..." stammered Stanley.

Kevin started rolling on the bleacher. "Now you want his butt." He was
wiping tears from his eyes.

Stanley sat up and looked over seriously at Kevin. "What if it's your butt
I want?" Kevin's eyes widened. Stanley's serious expression quickly turned
to amusement.

"Gotcha!" He shouted as he stood and walked away.

Kevin sprang from the bleachers and ran beside Stanley as he walked across
the gym floor. "Wait a minute," he said breathlessly. "What did you mean by
that?"

Stanley started laughing and continued to walk at a brisk pace. When they
entered the dressing room, Charles Tyler, the starting forward was sitting
on one of the benches. Charles was the second highest scoring player the
previous season. He was rather short for a forward, standing only 5'9", but
he made up for it by playing energetically. He had been named the MVP at
the team dinner at the end of the season. He also shared the backseat with
Stanley in Paul's car.

"It's about time you got here," he said impatiently looking at Stanley. His
eyes wandered over to Kevin who had entered behind him.

"Jealous?" Stanley laughed and then walked up and stood before
Charles. Charles looked worriedly over at Kevin who stood looking at them
with his mouth open.

"Shut up." Charles jumped up and started to head for the door. Again, he
cast a cautious eye at Kevin and then gave Stanley a puzzled look.

Stanley walked over and grabbed Charles and pulled him into a hug. Charles
pushed him off and backed away, looking surprised.

"What the hell are you doing, Stanley?" He looked quickly over at Kevin who
was standing confusedly at the door.

"It's okay, Baby," Stanley replied, looking over at Kevin. "He's cool."

Kevin's jaw dropped. He managed to stammer, "You mean you guys are.."

"Yep," Stanley interrupted as he put his arm around Charles. Charles tried
to push him away, but he tightened his grip.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Kevin asked. "You let me tell you I was
gay, but you didn't tell me you were."

"I had to be sure I could trust you," he said. "Charles and I aren't out."

Charles looked over at Kevin. "You mean you're gay, too?"

Kevin started laughing. "Can you believe this? We've been playing
basketball together for over five years and none of us said a word."

"It's not something you just talk about," Charles said. "What did you
expect me to do, Kevin? Just walk up and tell you I'm gay and in love with
Stanley." He reached out and took Stanley's hand in his.

"No, I guess not." Kevin replied. "I guess no more than I would. But it's
cool now that we're out to each other."

"You've got to promise us, Kevin," pleaded Charles, "you won't say a word
to anyone."

"I told you he was cool," Stanley assured him. "Do you think I'd out us to
him if I didn't trust him? Beside, now we can double date with him and
Cameron."

"Cameron?" Charles asked. "Blond hair, short, cute?" Kevin and Stanley
looked at each other and started laughing.

Charles looked at them questioningly. "What's so funny?" Stanley walked
over and put his arm around him.

"I'll explain to you later," he said. He looked over at Kevin. "Let's get
dressed now."

Just then they heard a door open and slam shut from the restroom area. The
boys ran over and looked out the door. Paul was racing down the hallway.

"Shit," hissed Charles. Kevin looked worriedly into Stanley's
panic-stricken face.

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