Date: Sat, 19 Sep 2009 23:29:09 -0400
From: ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: Losing Kevin  Chapter 9

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Losing Kevin          Chapter 9



"Mom?"

"What, Dear?" Cameron was snuggled up beside his mother watching
television. He was exhausted after his fishing trip with Kevin. It was dark
when they dropped him off. He had taken a shower, put on his pajamas, and
went into the living room to watch some television with his mother before
going to bed.

"How do you know when you're in love?"

Mrs. Lynch looked down at the innocent face of her son. She put her arm
around him, trying to hide the tears that were quickly forming in her
eyes. She had hoped that someday her son would ask her that question. It
was her greatest desire as a mother that her only son would someday find
happiness. She just wasn't expecting it to come so soon.

"That's a tough question to answer, Cameron." Her voice was filled with
emotion. "I guess you just know deep down inside you when you fall in
love."

"Does it hurt?"

She gave him a puzzled look. "What do you mean, Dear?"

His face started to redden. "I mean I'm sitting here with you and it's
really nice." She squeezed him tighter. He pulled away and sat up. "But I
wish it was Kevin. It hurts me because I want him here and he's not here."
She smiled and pulled him back into her side.

She reached down and gently stroked his blond hair.

"Isn't this a little sudden," she asked. "You've only known him about a
week. And besides, you're only sixteen."

He sat back up and looked over at her. "You said you were sixteen when you
met Dad. Didn't you fall in love with him right away?"

She let out a deep sigh. "And look how that turned out."

It was true. She had met Cameron's father in high school. They began to
date and she fell head over heels for him. They became intimate and then
she became pregnant with Cameron. She was only a junior in high school. She
had to drop out of school to take care of him. His father completed school
and went on to attend college. He had never met him. Like many teenage
mothers, his mother had raised him without anyone's support. She had asked
his father to help financially, but when he refused she didn't pursue
it. She had made the decision she would take care of him on her own. She
had never once regretted the decision. The young man sitting next to her
had become her life and reason for living.

She kissed him gently on the forehead, and then he sat back. He nestled
into her and laid his head on her shoulder.

"I think I love him," he said softly. He waited for a response, but she
remained silent. He looked up and saw tears forming in her eyes. "Are you
mad at me?"

She started to tremble, and then she reached out and held him tightly. They
remained clutched in an embrace for several minutes. Finally, she pulled
away, wiped away her tears and smiled gently at Cameron.

"Of course I'm not mad at you," she said tearfully. "My only wish is that
you are happy. I've never wanted anything more. I knew this day would
come. I just wasn't expecting it to happen so soon. I still think you are
too young to become involved in a relationship, but I'm going to let you
make your own decisions."

"Thanks, Mom," he laid his head back on her shoulder. "I'll be careful. I
really think Kevin likes me too."

She gently rubbed his hair. "Loving and liking are two different things,
Cameron. I don't want to see you get hurt."

"I know," he smiled. "But it's just whenever I'm around Kevin, I get..."
She laughed when his face reddened.

"Get what, Dear?" She laughed louder when he covered his face with his
hands.

"Mom!" He shrieked. "I didn't mean to say anything." He started to get up,
but she pulled him back down.

"It's alright," she assured him. "It happens to all boys."

"But you're my mother," he moaned. "I can't talk to you about things like
this."

"If you can't talk to your mother, then who can you talk to?" He studied
her face for a moment, deciding if he wanted to discuss what had been on
his mind since he met Kevin. Finally, he let out a sigh. He turned and
faced his mother.

"Did it hurt the first time you and Dad did it?"

"Oh, My God!" She covered her face with her hands.

"See," said Cameron disappointedly. "I knew I couldn't talk to you about
this kind of stuff."

"Okay." She sat up straight and faced him. "We can do this." She brushed
his hair back off his forehead. "What do you want to talk about?"

She had read numerous books on gay sex, preparing for the day that Cameron
would become interested in someone. She wanted to be informed in case he
did raise the kind of questions he was now asking. In the back of her mind,
though, she had hoped that she could avoid them. However, looking at the
trust in Cameron's eyes, she was glad he was willing to talk to her about
such sensitive issues.

"I really like Kevin," he said. "I know he likes me, and I just sort of,
erm," he started to blush. "Never mind, Mom." He sat back and blankly
looked at the television screen. Mrs. Lynch watched as he became sullen.

She reached over and took his hand. "You want to have sex with Kevin?"
Cameron's face turned a bright red. Timidly, he nodded his head.

"So you haven't yet?" His face burned a bright red.

"No. Well, not exactly."

She frowned. "What does not exactly mean."

"Mom," he whined. "I can't tell you everything." She studied him for a
minute. She was wondering just how far his relationship with Kevin had
gone. They had just met so it couldn't have been too much. They had never
been alone except for a couple of times in Cameron's bedroom. Finally, he
added, "We've kissed a couple of times."

"And?"

His face reddened. "I touched him a couple of times."

This time it was her turn to blush. She thought she had been prepared for
the conversation, but she was finding it harder to handle than she
thought. She was beginning to think that perhaps this could be handled
better by her brother.

"Why don't you discuss this with Uncle Jerry?" She suggested. He frowned
and fell back onto the sofa.

"Okay." He became sullen as he watched the television. Mrs. Lynch realized
that she had lost his trust. He had opened up to her and was willing to
talk. Now she had slammed the door shut on him.

She stood up and left the room, leaving Cameron alone. He felt embarrassed
that he had tried to discuss sex with his own mother. However, she was the
only person he could truly trust with his feelings. He had taken a chance,
and now he felt hurt and humiliated.

She walked back into the room and sat down. She placed a plastic bag in his
lap. "What's this?" He opened the bag and shrieked, "Mom!" He pulled out a
box of condoms and held them up. "What are these for?"

"I bought these about a year ago."

"For me!" He shouted. His eyes widened as he looked at the box. "I don't
need these!" He took them and placed them on her lap. She took them and
handed them back to him.

"You may not need these now," she insisted, "but you will someday."

He pushed them back to her. "Well, I don't want them now!"

She gave him a puzzled look. "I thought that's what you were talking about
when you said you wanted to do something with Kevin."

"I do want to do something," his face burned a bright red, "But not that!"

She sat back and gave him a strange look. Finally, he smiled and started
laughing. He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I love you,
Mom."

She kissed him on his forehead, then sat back and looked at him. "Now would
you tell me what we're talking about? I'm completely confused."

He started laughing. "I like Kevin," he paused before adding, "A lot. I
just want to know if it would be wrong if we kind of like did things
together." He handed her back the box of condoms. "But not things like
this."

"I see." She folded her hands and thought for a minutes. She then turned to
him. "You're a smart boy, Cameron. I've always let you make your own
decisions. Not once have you ever disappointed me." She reached over and
took his hand.

"Do what you feel is right. Don't do anything you don't feel comfortable
doing. And never let Kevin or any other boy force you to do something you
don't want to do. You are the one who has to live with the consequences of
your actions.

"Personally, I feel that you are too young to become involved with
someone. However, I know that I can't stop you if you two do decide to do
something. All I ask is that you use some discretion."

Cameron put his arms around his mother and hugged her tightly. "I love you,
Mom."

"I love you too, Son," she replied. He sat back and gave her an evil grin.

"What?"

"Can Kevin spend the night?" She picked up the pillow and hit him over the
head with it. He fell back and started laughing.

She sat up and gave him a serious look. "I've never had a problem with you
being gay. I've always known you'd someday bring a boy home to meet me. I'm
alright with that. However, I don't want you to flaunt it in front of
me. You're permitted to hold hands around the house. Even an occasional
kiss is acceptable," she smiled. "But no tongue."

"Ewww," said Cameron as he wriggled up his nose.

"Don't knock it until you've tried it," she laughed. "As for anything else,
like I said, I can't stop you. I just don't want to know about it. If you
want to talk to me about something, then I'm here for you. If you don't
feel comfortable talking to me about it, then go to Uncle Jerry. In fact, I
want you and Kevin to sit down and talk to him and Dave sometime soon. I'm
sure there are other things you need to discuss that I don't have the
answers for. Alright?"

"Sure, Mom." He nodded. He gave her another kiss on the cheek. "I'm going
to bed now."

"Okay, Sweetie," she said as she kissed his forehead. He started to walk
away.

"Cameron?" He turned. She tossed him the box of condoms. "You forgot
something."

"Mom," he blushed. He then tucked the box in his pocket and headed for his
bedroom.

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

Kevin was standing outside the school entrance waiting for Cameron to
arrive. He looked at his watch. He was ten minutes late. He let out a sigh
when he saw him approaching with Stanley beside him.

Cameron smiled when he saw Kevin standing on the steps. "Hey." Kevin wanted
to walk over and hug him, but he resisted the urge. Instead, he just
smiled.

He then looked over at Stanley. "Where's Charles?"

"I don't know," he replied. "I called his house, but his mother said
something about him still being in bed. She said he was complaining of an
upset stomach."

"I hope he gets better," said Cameron.

"There's nothing wrong with him," Stanley replied with a worried face. "I
think he chickened out. He doesn't want to face the heat."

"What's happened?" Kevin looked concerned.

"You haven't heard?" Both boys shook their heads.

"Fletcher and TC came by my house Saturday afternoon," he said. "They said
Paul is planning to cause some trouble for us."

"Like what?" Kevin moved closer to Cameron as if to protect him.

"They didn't say," he added. "They just said he and Gordon are going to
`take us out.'"

A couple of boys approached and walked up the steps. They brushed against
Cameron as they entered the building. One stopped and turned angrily to
him. "Watch where you're going fag. Touch me again and I'll knock the shit
out of you." Stanley stepped in front of the boy.

"Keep on moving, Anderson," Stanley warned.

The boy turned and faced Stanley. "Now ain't that sweet. The fags are
standing up for one another." Stanley balled up his fist, ready to hit the
boy when Mr. Langdon, the school principal, appeared at the top of the
steps.

"Is anything wrong here?" He crossed his arms and stared sternly at the
Anderson boy.

"No, Sir," replied Anderson as he cast an angry look at Stanley. "Nothing's
wrong."

"Then I suggest you get to class, Mr. Anderson," he ordered. Anderson
turned and headed into the building.

He looked down at the others. "Come with me, Boys." They followed him down
the corridor until he approached a room, took out his keys and opened a
door. "Go in and have a seat."

They sat down as Mr. Langdon stood before them. "I'm well aware of what is
going on," he said. "Coach Alston called me over the weekend." Stanley gave
Kevin and Cameron a puzzled look. It was the first time he was aware that
the Coach knew what was going on.

"Mr. Barber." He looked down at Stanley as he sat up erect in his chair. "I
can't be around to protect you boys every minute of the day. I have other
responsibilities. One thing you can't do is take on everyone who says
something to you."


"But he called us fags!" Stanley said angrily.

Mr. Langdon stepped back and crossed his arms once again. "You're going to
hear a lot of students say much more than that. We have a zero tolerance
here at Western High, but I can't suspend every student who calls you a
name. I have to pick my battles. If you are directly threatened or
physically challenged, then I will take immediate action to protect
you. But in the meantime, you have to show some restraint. You can't go
around fighting everyone who calls you a name." He stared at the boys. "Do
I make myself clear?"

"So you just want us to use the sticks and stones approach?" Stanley said
sarcastically.

"I think that is an excellent approach," he smiled. "I couldn't have said
it any better."

"But.." Stanley began to complain.

"No, buts, Mr. Barber." He looked down at Kevin and Cameron. "That goes for
you too, Mr. Williams and Mr. Lynch. Use some restraint. Ignore the small
things. They aren't worth getting suspended over. However, if someone does
attempt to fight you, then you find the nearest teacher and inform them
what is going on. Can you at least do that for me?"

The boys looked at each other and then nodded. "Good," sighed Principal
Langdon. "You've just made my day a little bit easier. I'll do all I can to
keep you safe, but you have to cooperate with me. There's only one of me
and twelve hundred of you."

Just then the bell rang. Mr. Langdon looked at his watch. "Alright,
Boys. First period starts in ten minutes. Go to class and try to have a
good day."

"That's easy for you to say," snapped Stanley. He got up and walked out the
door. As he was walking to class, a hand gripped his shoulder. He turned,
prepared to fight. Instead, it was Charles.

"I thought you were staying home sick?"

"I was," frowned Charles. "But I couldn't just leave you here alone to face
everyone." He looked at Stanley and smiled. "We're in this together,
alright?" For the first time that morning, Stanley felt he could make it
through the day.

"Come on." He grabbed Charles arm. "Let's get to class before I decide to
kiss you right out here in front of everyone." Charles laughed as they
headed off to class.

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

The room was abuzz when Kevin entered Mr. Shepard's geometry class. As he
walked to his desk, there was a subdued hush. He could tell that everyone
in the room was staring at him.

He looked for Cameron, but he hadn't arrived yet. After he sat down, the
room started back to a loud clamor. Several times he heard his name being
mentioned. The room became quiet again and he looked up and saw Cameron
walk in. He had his head down as he hurried to take his seat. He looked up
briefly to give Kevin a quick smile.

"You alright?" Kevin whispered as Cameron sat down.

"Yeah," he said softly without turning around. Kevin bristled when someone
behind them called out, "Fags." The room burst into laughter. Mr. Shepard
rose from his desk and looked angrily around the room. The bell rang and he
quickly began the daily lesson.

He worked several homework problems on the board, and then he announced
there would be a quiz over the material. The students groaned as he handed
out the test. Kevin was still working problems when the bell rang.

"I don't think I did very well on it," he said to Cameron as he placed his
paper on Mr. Shepard's desk.

"For the first time in my life," confessed Cameron, "I think I may have
failed a test."

As they left the room, they were bumped from behind by another student. He
turned and shouted, "Watch out cock suckers!"

Kevin looked over at Cameron. "Has your day been like this?"

"Yeah," replied Cameron sadly. "Someone knocked me into a locker on the way
here. I don't know why people have to be so cruel."

"I guess it makes them feel big when they can pick on someone when they're
down," Kevin replied. He stopped and turned towards Cameron. "Are you going
to be able to handle this?"

"I think so," Cameron replied. "I talked to Uncle Jerry this morning and he
helped me a lot. He told me stay strong."

Just then someone pushed Kevin into Cameron. "Sometimes that's a little
hard to do."

Kevin escorted Cameron to his class, and then ran to make it to his own
before the bell rang.

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

"What the fuck is that?" Paul said angrily as he looked across the
cafeteria. As usual, he was sitting with Devin and Ashley. Today, Sherri
had decided to join them. "It must be the fag table."

Devin looked over where his twin brother was sitting. Cameron was beside
him, but today they weren't eating alone. Stanley, Charles, Fletcher and TC
were sitting with them.

Fletcher and TC had talked about it over the weekend. After warning Stanley
to be careful around Paul and Gordon, they had decided that they would not
succumb to peer pressure, and that they would remain friends with Stanley
and Kevin. If other students wanted to think they were gay, then they
didn't care. To them, friendship was more important to them than idle
gossip.

"I thought Fletch and TC were straight?" Sherri asked.

"Naw," replied Paul angrily. "You see them sitting with those fags. That
makes them fags, too."

"Really, Devin," said Ashley harshly. "I don't know how you can sleep in
the same bedroom with Kevin. He might try to do something some night."

"Shut up, Ashley!" Devin shouted. "For your information, Kevin moved out of
our bedroom. I hardly see him anymore."

"Good," shuttered Ashley. "Just the thought of you two sleeping in the same
bed makes me sick."

"We never slept in the same bed! We had twin beds!"

"Well, good," she replied. "I just wouldn't want him trying to do anything
to you."

"I still can't believe TC is gay," said Sherri as she looked across the
room. "I dated him a few times, and he sure didn't act gay."

"What did you do?" Paul enquired.

"Fuck off, Paul," she hissed. "I don't think that's any of your
business. Let's just say he wasn't gay when he was with me."

"Girl, you didn't!" Ashley put up her hand and high-fived Sherri. "Why
didn't you tell me you slept with TC?"

"Like you told me you were sleeping with Devin." Her eyes widened and she
put her hand over her mouth. Devin looked over and gave Ashley an angry
look.

"Oh, forget it, Devin," laughed Sherri. "The whole school knows you two are
doing it."

"At least they know you're not a fag like your brother," added Paul.

Devin stared across the cafeteria at his brother. He was laughing at
something Stanley had said. "Yeah," he said softly. "I'm not a fag like my
brother."

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

"That was a good practice, Guys" Coach Alston hollered across the gym. "Now
go hit the showers. Williams, Barber and Collins, I want to see you in my
office." He turned and disappeared through the green double doors.

Kevin, Stanley and Charles grabbed their gym bags and followed the coach
into his office. He pointed for them to take a chair while he went over and
closed the door. He then sat on the end of his desk and looked down at the
boys.

"How's your day been," he inquired. "Has anyone given you any problems?"


"Not much," said Charles. "A few people have called us names, but it's
nothing we can't handle."

He looked over at Kevin. "What about you?"

"A couple of people have shoved me and Cameron into the lockers, but it
wasn't too bad."

"Did Cameron handle it alright?" Kevin nodded. Stanley and Charles looked
on with interest because they couldn't understand why the coach was showing
such an interest in Cameron.

He then turned to Stanley. "How about you?"

"I almost kicked some guy's ass this morning," he laughed, "but Mr. Langdon
stopped me. He told us to not react when someone called us names."

"That's wise advice," said the coach. "You'll be kicking everyone's ass in
that case." The boys started laughing. "And it's a pretty big school."

He jumped off his desk and sat down. "I was watching the practice pretty
closely. Did anyone on the team say anything?" All three boys shook their
heads.

"Good," he said. "I didn't think we'd have any problem." He looked over at
Kevin. "Now that your brother and Glenn our off the team."

"Is he kicked off the team for good?" Kevin asked. It had bothered him that
Devin couldn't play because of him. He didn't want it to interfere with his
father's plans for them going to college on an athletic scholarship. To his
knowledge, his father still wasn't aware that Devin wasn't playing. If he
was, he hadn't said anything about it.

"I didn't kick him off," Coach Alston responded. "I merely told him to get
off the court when he hit you with the ball. It was his decision to quit."

"So he can come back if he wants to?" Kevin asked hopefully.

"Why would you want him back?" Stanley asked. "He's treated you like shit?"

Kevin looked at him sorrowfully. "He's still my brother, Stanley. I can't
turn my back on him that easily."

"He's welcomed back anytime he feels he can play as a team," said the
coach. "And that means he has to be able to play with all the team." Kevin
nodded his head. "Now go shower, and I'll see you guys tomorrow."

As they left the Coach Alston's office and headed for the locker room,
Stanley looked over at Kevin. "Why did the Coach seem so interested in
Cameron? I didn't even think he was taking gym this year."

"He's not," Kevin replied. "Cameron's his nephew."

"No shit?" Charles said. "Why didn't you say something sooner?"

"I just found out yesterday," explained Kevin.

They stopped when they entered the locker room. Stanley was the first to
approach their lockers. Charles and Kevin walked up and stood beside him
looking at the sight before them.

Their lockers had been smeared with pink paint, and someone had written
threatening words in red.

FAGS MUST DIE

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

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