We Met Online (Kellic)

Chapter 7

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Vic

I had searched everywhere. Even asked the neighbors. No one had seen her.

How did my mother escape so easily without a trace? Did she just fucking dissapear? Was she a damn ghost?

I sighed, looking over at my alarm clock, watching the minutes tick by. I knew to hell I wasn't going to sleep tonight, because I was way to stressed. Why sleep when you can bask in your stressedness?

I chuckled. Stressedness? Is that even a word? I shoved headphones in, blaring Slipknot through my ears, feeling the bassline rattling my teeth.

The night lasted a while, until I finally couldn't keep my eyes open any longer and fell asleep.

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Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

I groaned, rolling over. Blindly, with my eyes closed, I searched for my alarm clock. I couldn't find the clock itself, but I managed to find the wire and rip it out of it's socket. The sound kept going, because my dad just had to buy the ones with the back-up battery in case of a power outtage. I threw the demon clock across the room, shattering it, sending it back into the pits of alarm clock hell.

Why does school have to be so early in the morning? Why can't all schools just be at twelve in the afternoon? I would so go to night school. Walking around in the dark to my next class- hell yes.

With a groan, I sat up and fish in my drawer for my skinny jeans. Black ones, of course. My outfits mainly consisted of black or grey skinny jeans, with lots of band t-shirts. Metallica, Slipknot, Lamb of God, Slayer - you name it, I'd probably have it.

After getting ready, I knew my outfit was missing a snapback - but school wouldn't allow them because it was "rude to wear any head gear inside the school buildings."

Fuck the police!

I threw my snapback on, nodding at my accomplishment and walking out the door to my car, taking my brother with me.

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Being a senior had it's perks. Nobody really messed with you - well, except for the other seniors. But all in all, they were pretty okay, mainly just focused on getting the hell out of here.

I, however, was in it to win it. Meaning that I'd probably graduate, but not without going out with a bang. My senior prank was going to be hilarious. I was going to make all of my science class go into the lab as one of my friends - probably Jamie - goes in and tells him that a teacher needs his help.

And when the teacher comes back - all of us are gone. He will most likely leave again to go get the dean, or another teacher, and when he comes back - we'll be sitting there.

But, certain seniors were total douchebags. Example? Skyler Taylor; the preppiest bitch with terrible grades, the girl who seemed to control the school population.

Speaking of the bitch...

"Hey there, cutie." she said with a wink, with about twenty pounds of makeup on, smacking on gum.

Me, being the asshole I am, said: "Oh me? I know, you don't have to remind me. You on the other hand...well, may need to wipe about twenty pounds of makeup off your face and let your eyebrows grow back in, first."

I heard a couple of gasps, and then a crowd full of laughter. Most of them were the ones like me - who didn't give two shits.

A nearby teacher must have heard me, because all I knew was I got a detention slip pressed firmly against my chest.

Oh, well.

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The rest of my day was uneventful. Nothing happened - just the same boring classes, same dumb teachers.

As I walked into detention, I saw Jamie, Mike, Tony, and an old friend named Emily.

We always had gym together our Junior year - mostly just consisted of walking around the gym, not doing any actual work, counting skanks.

Ah, what fun we had.

"Hey, Em!"

She looked up at me in what seemed to be shock and anger - I was the only one who could call her that and not get choke slammed.

"Oh hey, Vic." Her black hair now had red streaks in it, and was cut to her chin - it looked good. She was a little heavyset, and short, but all in all she was awesome.

"Mind if I sit here?"

I sat directly in Jamie's lap, him just continuing his conversation like I wasn't even here.

Emily laughed, leaning her head backwards and covering her mouth with her hand. "Does he even know you're on his lap?"

I nodded. "Yeah, he knows. I do this all the time. But whatever."

I got up off Jamie's lap and sat in the seat in front of her. We still had fifteen minutes until our actual hell began, but that was only because the teacher had to finish up some paperwork.

We started to talk about everything, catching up, asking why she cut her hair, what drove her to dye it. I even told her about Kellin and the band.

"Ooh what's he look like?"

I smiled. "Give me a minute." I scrolled through my gallery, finding the picture of me and Kellin at the mall together, when we had an innocent bystander take a picture of us. "He's the one that's not me." I laughed.

"Yep."

I gave her a sideways look. "What?" She freaks me out sometimes.

"You two look so fucking cute together."

My face heated up. "U-uh we do?" I didn't know why I was stuttering, or why I blushed, but I did.

"Hells yeah! You guys are just - ugh. If I wasn't lesbian I'd say I have a lady boner."

I gave her the most insane look possible. Had she gone mad? Lady boner?

"Is that good?" I asked.

"Yes, Vic. I can totally see you two hooking up." She said, grinning as if this was the best thing ever.

I shook my head. "Nope. I'm straight. Vagina equals good - dick equals - "

"Now let me stop you right there, piss pants. Watch, in a week or you'll come out and be rainbows and fucking unicorns. I can see it. You two are going to be together. I can feel it in my uterus."

I shook my head and turned around to watch the teacher give instructions, ignoring the comment.

"Uterus..." Emily whispered in my ear.

Oh, Lord.