(A/N) OMG! :O What a crazy weekend. I joined a new ICP lovin gang made by my friend, hung out with mah bff from up north, and got mah first tattoo. Life is good. Anyway, back to the story….

Edd resisted the jocks the best he possibly could. Of course, it was nearly impossible when a bunch of hormone and maybe steroid crazed idiots where all around you.

"Pl…please let me be," Edd whispered fearfully, isn't there a way we can work this out like gentlemen?"

His words undoubtedly fell on deaf ears. It seemed as if there was no way that he could get out of this with his dignity intact. His options were becoming more and more slim by the second. It was either take his punishment or fight back. Edd pressed his back against one of the cold metal bars that held up the stands. A knot was forming in the pit of his stomach and making him feel nauseous. A million things were racing through his mind. He knew that simple logic or even begging would get through the oversized men's heads.

"Just relax and it'll be over soon," the leader of the jocks teased pervertedly.

Almost like an unspoken order, two of his lackeys reached out and grabbed Edd by his slender shoulders. The smaller teen attempted to pull away from the solid forces holding him, but to no avail. The men acted as if he hardly moved at all. Edd was disappointed in his own weaknesses. He didn't think of himself as weak at least not this weak. He hated himself for being in this situation and he hated Kevin for putting him there. He was sure this was the red headed bastards plan from the beginning.

"It was all him," Double Dee's dark side screamed mentally at him, "He made this happen!"

During the time that Edd's darker side screamed and argued, the jocks had relinquished him of his faded red tee shirt and purple tinted jeans. (A/N ~ Yes jeans, he grew out of shorts. :3) He twisted uncomfortably in their grasp. Being held in place while stripped was becoming painful business. Especially, since the ones holding him were grabbing harder and harder as they saw more and more of the near nude Ed boy. The leader of the jocks, Joe, rolled up the yellow and pink sundress and in one swift movement; he slid it over the struggling Edds' body.

"You look good," Joe said, admiring his work, "Although, something's missing."

Joe's minions jerked the feminized Ed boy to face their leader for further inspection. Double Dee trembled slightly. He felt horrible. Both in the fact that he was set up by his childhood frienemy and the fact that the harsh treatment by the jocks was making him feel awkward in a very unusual place. It made him wonder.

"What's wrong with me," Edd yelled at himself before his dark side interjected, "They're rough like Eddy, stupid! You're such a whore!"

Edd didn't know why his 'dark' side spoke to him like a complete other person, but he didn't argue with its logic. It seemed to help him emotionally it spoke like this. Days like this, Edd wished that he was more like his vicious and unforgiving dark side. Fortunately, today was the day it happened. Joe stepped up to his toy and looked the smaller teen over. In the process, his lackeys released their grip and returned to the rest of the pack.

"Hmm…," Joe hummed, thinking of the final detail.

The jock grinned immediately when the thought he was looking for struck him. He jerked his arm and grabbed a hold of Edd's black beanie. A sense of something feral shot through Edd's senses. The smaller teen spent most of his life hiding the secret under his hat and he was set determined on keeping it.

"Fuck off," Edd's dark side blurted out; somehow acting like it had its own consciousness.

The sensible and polite side of Double Dee's personality disappeared as he spoke those words. He just didn't care anymore. He didn't care about anything except the burning sense of anger raging inside of him, fueling the fury boiling over inside of him. Joe's expression changed from sadistic pleasure into anger. It appalled him that a dork would take such a tone with him.

"How dare you," Joe snarled viciously, "talk to me like that!"

The jock balled his large hand into a fist and reared back. Normally, Double Dee would have been scared shitless of a guy like him, but the awakening of his dark side made him feel almost immortal. Any fear Edd had for Joe vanished within moments. Edd gave into his dark side, regretting nothing.

Peach Creek Gym

Kevin stood in front of the bathroom's sink zipping up his jeans. He didn't expect that it would take this long to get rid of a stiffy. It was surely a record. The red head laughed at himself when a simple thought occurred to him.

"Jerking it to Double Dork makes me get off more than doing it to Nazz."

Kevin didn't want to admit it, but maybe talking to Double Dee would be the best for him. He washed his hands discreetly and adjusted his old baseball cap before leaving the bathroom. He strolled toward the exit calmly, thinking of how he was going word his next question for Edd. The red head jerked himself out of his little daydream when his old friend Rolf ran through the gymnasium door.

"Kevin," the son of a shepherd yelled, "You're big bull team is having a battle with the fragile Ed boy! Rolf doesn't think it'll end well without you!"

It took a second for Rolf's comment to register in Kevin's mind.

"Team….Bull….Edd….," He repeated slowly, putting the pieces together, "EDD!"

Kevin ran out of the gym, leaving Rolf standing there in his wake. Gravel crunched under the red head's feet as he ran to where he left the weakest Ed boy. A million options ran through his mind as he ran. He knew that Edd had no chance against anyone, let alone a jock. Hell, he lost a fight with Jimmy in Jr. High. Jimmy of all people!

"Oh god," he huffed, "please let him be in one piece!"

Luckily, the gym wasn't too far from where he parked. The first thing that he saw when approaching the large pack of jocks was that they were circled partially around the edge of the bleachers and chanting 'fight, fight'. Without thinking, Kevin starting shoving, cussing, and hitting the jocks. He kept trying to break into their circle no matter the cost to himself. When he did, what he saw made him freeze. A vicious looking Edd swung his fist right into Joe's ribcage. The speed and angle of the hit made Joe drop his arm and snag onto the smaller mans beanie. Before he had a chance to gain any sort of stability, Edd went in for another hit.

The first punch made Joe bend down slightly, making Edd's next shot slam easily into his jaw. Joe grunted and stumbled backwards, blood seeping from his newly injured mouth. Joe and the other jocks retreated when they saw both an angry Kevin a wild Eddward.

"This isn't over," Joe yelled, spitting blood, "Not by a long shot, either of you!"

Kevin ignored his football playing mortal enemy and stared blankly at Edd. The slender teen narrowed his eyes darkly at Kevin and bared his teeth slightly, nearly snarling at him.

"You," Edd's dark side yelled, obviously still in control, "Was this your fucking plan?"

Edd glared at Kevin until he saw something black flicker in his range of sight. Everything that he had done to hide his long hair flooded back into his mind. Every attempt to hold onto his hat, fighting off every curious hand, and all the questions; it felt pointless now. Edd lowered his head and stared at his abandoned hat. Tears welled up in his eyes. His personal shield was gone and now every eye was able to see what he truly was.

"Double Dork….,"Kevin slowly uttered, stepping closer to the defeated Edd, "What happened here?"

Edd's temperament reverted back to himself as he looked up to meet Kevin's cautious movements.

"I hate you…,"Edd chocked out, the words barely audible, "and I hate myself."

Kevin stared at Edd in wonder. Edd was beautiful to him. The slender boy stood before him in a brightly colored knee high dress, his long raven colored hair flowing around him like wisps' of dark smoke, and his slightly feminine features giving him the look of a gorgeous, young woman.

"Edd," Kevin whispered gently, "I don't know what you're talking about."

The red head stepped up to the now crying teenager and reached for his hands to comfort him.

"Don't touch me," Edd screamed between chocked cries, "You're one of them!"

Edd shrank away from Kevin and leaned his back into the steel beam behind him. He proceeded to cry into his hands, not giving a damn if he looked more like a woman or not. The teens hysterical weeping made Kevin feel horrible. The red head hated Joe with a passion. Even if they were on the same team, the two men constantly fought for control of the group. Kevin felt sickened that his own team would follow Joe into a prank this devilish.

"No I'm not," the red head stated sternly, grabbing Edd's wrists firmly, "That was all Joe. I would never do anything like that."

Edd looked at the other teen, hoping that he wasn't lying. Kevin stared directly into Edd's tear streaked, deep blue eyes without hesitation or fear. Tears fell down the raven's cheeks and his lip quivered fearfully. The sheer strength in Kevin's character made the last of Edd's control crumble. The raven wrapped his arms onto the red headed football player and cried into his shoulder.

"I'm….I'm sorry," Edd sobbed, "I just don't know what to do anymore."

Kevin gently placed his arms around the distraught teenager and tried to sooth him.

"It'll be okay," Kevin soothingly said, "It's all over now."

The red head continued to let the raven teenager scream and cry when a voice rang out, breaking his concentration.

"What the hell did you do to Sock Head?," a familiar voice yelled fiercely to him.

(A/N) Yeah it's a pathetic excuse for a chapter, but I kinda like the idea of Double Dee having a dark side. It makes him wild. :D

Just make a guess on who the familiar voice is! This story's starting to get fun and maybe just a bit twisted. XD