Is this an intervention? (Trevor)

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Usually, Devyn was good at keeping it together, at bottling his emotions up not letting any sign that he was anything but a happy individual slip through. There were always exceptions, though.
His parents had recently found about the struggle that was his writing class, he'd been able to maintain a pretty good cover on what was his absolute worst subject, at least enough that his parents thought he was doing decently.

It was a matter of a time before that cat slipped out of the bag and now they were breathing down his neck. He'd grown used to (and thankful for) the infrequent calls that were now almost twice a day. Every single time one or the other reminded him why it was important to be the best.
As if he didn't already have that engraved into his mind.

It just pissed him off, the somewhat freedom he'd had getting blow away so quickly. It wasn't even that he was /failing/ the class, but they still accused him of not taking things seriously.
It was frustrating, infuriating really.

He wasn't entirely sure who he was mad at, his parents for their strictness or himself for fouling up.
Either way it was enough, enough to crack up the usually wall he put between himself and everyone else. He snapped, got angry, things he didn't usually do and it was obvious that something was definitely off.

While he expected it, it was still definitely unwelcome when his coach asked him to stay back after practice. He knew it couldn't really be about anything else than the sudden aggressiveness he'd begun to show both on the court and just about everywhere else in school.

After cleaning up and changing into track pants and a hoodie he took up a seat on the bleachers to wait for the gym to clear out so he could get whatever was about to happen out of the way.

[Trevor Cunningham]

Trevor tried as often as possible to stay out of his students personal lives.

It wasn't because he didn't like them. Or wasn't interested. It was because he wanted them to feel like they could have privacy when they wanted it. Most of his students saw him as a hardass trainer who they were glad to say goodbye to at the end of a session.

He was a little closer to the kids on his teams. Outside of the training room he could lighten up a little bit. Of course he was still tough on his players. But it was just a game. Training was real life.

And of course no matter how close was to any of his students, Trevor cared about all of them. He knew when they were having a bad day. He knew when they were struggling. And Devyn was definitely struggling. Something was going on. And Trevor had let it go as long as possible.

After the rest of his players had left the gym, Trevor walked over to where Devyn had taken a seat on the bleachers. He took a spot near him, but not so close that the boy would feel intimidated.

"So...what' is up with you man?" Trevor said. Might as well get to the point.

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Devyn wasn't accustomed to anger, not anymore at least. When he lived at home his anger had been almost unending, lightened only by the time he spent with his brother. Doryn, he always missed him, but the loss was always heightened at times like these when his parents were breathing down his neck.

They had backed off for so long, but suddenly it was like they had nothing better to do then check up on him and harrass him about everything he did. It wasn't just checking up on his grades anymore either, whenever he mentioned going to practice or having a game his father sighed. He didn't think being on the team was really worth it, didn't think it was competitive enough to have merit for him.

It didn't matter that he enjoyed it. According to his father he needed to spend more time on something that could put him ahead. He knew his parents wanted the best for him, he just wished they could at least pretend they wanted to him to enjoy being at school as much as they wanted him to succeed.

He looked over at his coach when the man finally joined him, that unfamiliar anger beginning to bubble up again, and even as he felt it he knew he shouldn't be angry at him. He rolled his shoulders back and attempted to level himself out again before speaking.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to let my mood affect the team," he didn't really know why he wanted to speak with him, if he cared why Devyn was upset, or was just pissed at him for screwing up practice. "I'll figure it all out and get my head back on straight before next time." He went ahead and assumed it was simply about his performance during practice and tried to steer away from actually talking about his problems.

[Trevor Cunningham]

Trevor had dealt with anger a lot. Growing up in the home he had had a lot to do with that. Being with Nick now had a lot to do with the fact that he dealt with it differently these days. But it was more than that. Age, surviving puberty, the staff at Hammel…all of that helped too.

Still he could feel it some days, threatening to rise up again in him. Days when he had rough sessions with students. Or when some idiot commented about him and his fiancé holding hands in public. In some ways his anger was always with him, just below the surface.

Which is why it was so easy for him to see it in his students perhaps. To see it in the way Devyn rolled his shoulders back. The way the boy had been acting for a while now.

“Don’t be sorry. You’re allowed a bad day now and then,” Trevor said. He paused. “But it seems to me that you’ve had more than one bad day.”

“I’m not just talking about on the court. And you’re not in trouble,” he added, so the boy wouldn’t think he was about to get kicked off the team or something. “But something is up with you.”

“And I’m here.”

He didn’t ask. Didn’t pressure. Just let the statement hang in the air.

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Perhaps it would do Devyn good to talk about the things on his mind, in fact there were a lot of things he could do that would make him feel better or at least temporarily relieve the pressure he felt. But he didn't do those things because it was so ingrained into his mind not to. Just like how he had very mixed feelings about being in this situation with his coach.
Devyn had a very strong sense of respect (fear?) for authority figures and that made it very hard for him--who already had a hard time bothering people with his feeling-- to divulge his problems to Trevor.

The expression on his face was unsure because he was certainly not of the same mindset, and didn't see why Trevor might allow him to be in such a piss poor mood. Or rather than allow, be understanding of it. "I guess," he said, disbelief still evident in his voice, a shrug following the second (correct) statement from the man.

He did feel better that the man assured him he wasn't in trouble, or that he wouldn't be pulled from games. The last thing he needed was to be benched and lose the outlet he had in basketball. For a moment he let the statement hang there, silence falling between the two, and an obvious sign of struggle on his face as he decided whether or not to dismiss the man's help.

"It's... really not such a big deal... and I shouldn't let it get to me like I do," he was typically a very kind and patient guy, so long as the wrong buttons weren't pushed, "It's just my parents really... They want me to do well... Really well." Which he already was but he wasn't very comfortable criticizing his parents even with his frustration, "Which isn't a bad thing...."

He trailed off with a frustrated grunt, "I don't know, it's hard to explain why it's got me so worked up."