Mr. Kidnapper [Kellic] [Book 1]

Chapter 1 - The Beginning

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When I closed my locker, I was face-to-face with one of my best friends, Jaime Preciado. He wore a stupid smile on his babyish face. I think he was a little kid stuck in a teenager’s body. He sure as hell acts like it. Jaime threw a lazy arm around my shoulder and started leading me towards the side exit, which just so happened to lead out to the field.

“Once we kick Jennings’s ass tonight,” Jaime boasted quite loudly, gaining the attention of a few students who were lingering the halls, “we’re gonna’ celebrate. Big time.” He shoved the heavy metal door open and let me go out first. There was one thing about Jaime that I particularly liked; he was a gentleman. No, no, don’t get the wrong idea here; I’m not saying that in a gay way. He was just polite and put everyone else first before himself.

Jaime ran past me, full speed ahead. The door slammed shut behind me, making a loud click sound. I shook my head, and despite the grin on my face, I mumbled, “Showoff,” under my breath. I mean, I wasn’t trying to be mean or anything, because it was totally true. He would show off for anyone, and I really mean anyone; girls, guys, adults, kids, seniors, and even wildlife.

I kept my slow pace as I made my way out to the soccer field. I was the star goalie on the Varsity team. Everyone was a kiss-ass to me, but not as much as they were to Austin, the quarterback for the Varsity football team. I lead a pretty average life, if you asked me. I was the typical guy that all the girls fell for, I had good grades, and I wasn’t an asshole. Okay, maybe I bragged a bit, but that’s not the point.

As if out of nowhere, a violent gust of wind blew throughout the field, nearly knocking me over. I was a short 5’6”, and I was lightweight, which didn’t help my case. Sometimes, the guys would tease me about it, but they were never serious. Everyone in this school was teased in a good way about some flaw they had. It was never vicious. There weren’t any bullies here. Everyone here was friends.

Everyone except Kellin Quinn.

Kellin was the outcast; the loner of Claremont. He never talked to anyone. He always wore dark colors; usually black. He wasn’t talkative at all. His facial expressions were always angry, upset, and annoyance. Not once had I seen that guy happy in the slightest. He was the odd duck of the pack.

He was also gay, but I had no problem with that. Nobody did, to be very honest. If they did, they didn’t dare to say anything about it. Kellin was the most feared person here at Claremont High. There’re rumors that go around every year that he’s killed people before. They start in the first week of school, and they die down around October, because by then, everyone’s fully aware of “what he can do.”

Mike and Tony came out of the building as I got to where Jaime was standing in the middle of the field. They jogged over, not even breaking a sweat. Mike was really skinny, so that didn’t surprise me. Tony was one of our star offensive players (his defense was kind of weak), so that didn’t really surprise me, either. Mike held a ball under his arm, wearing his trademarked smirk. It never left his face.

“You ready to warm up a bit?” Mike called loudly to me although he was standing right in front of me. The wind was hard, and it made loud whistling noises, so we had to yell to be heard. Hopefully, this wind would die down before the game in an hour and a half. I nodded, a grin forming upon my lips.

We practiced for almost an hour. None of the shots that Tony or Mike kicked at me got through to score. Rarely, someone would score on me, but I never let it happen on a regular basis. The wind picked up for a split second, actually throwing me off my feet this time. The guys burst into laughter as I hit the ground, the ball rolling into the bushes by the woods.

I shook my head and stood, brushing my front off clear from dirt. I called very loudly to my teammates that I’d be right back, and I took off at a slow jog, careful not to tire myself out. When I got to the bushes, I kicked around until I felt the ball, diving into the leaves to retrieve it. I got out of the branch trap and my eyes fell on Kellin Quinn.

He was lingering behind a tree, deeper in the woods. He was watching me intently, his expression surprisingly calm. There was practically no emotion on his features. He looked a bit… happy… to see me. I blinked a few times, unable to look away. A scowl appeared on his lips, and soon enough, Kellin was out of my sight, leaving the sound of rustling branches in his wake.

Sighing, I turned around and jogged back to my team, which was growing in size. The game was going to start soon. I sort of envied my teammates; they got more than the break at halftime. I had to stay in the entire game except during the five minute halftime. I was okay with that, but I was usually really tired afterwards; okay, I was tired for a few days. The other teams we played would try to shoot every five seconds, so I was constantly jumping and diving and hitting the ground. Hard.

“Fuentes!” Coach barked at me as I approached him. The wind that had been gusting was gone now. “Where’ve you been? Preciado told me you went to go get the practice ball, and you were gone for twenty minutes. Hurry up; you have five minutes!” I did what I was told, dropping the ball where I stood. Hurrying off to the locker room, I rushed to get dressed, ignoring the gay guys’ stares. There were a few other gay boys at this school, and nobody teased them, either. They knew Kellin would stick up for them.

I sprinted out to the field where everyone was waiting for me. I flipped my head to the side, getting some of my long hair out of my eyes so I could see. Taking my position in front of the goal, I slipped my gloves on and fastened them tightly, smirking at the other goalie, who looked kind of intimidated. We were starting out with Jaime, Tony, Mike, Oliver Sykes, and Jack Barakat, the most competitive people in the entire school.

The stands were filled to the max; some people were sitting on blankets or chairs they brought themselves because it was so packed. This game was the last one; this was the championship match. Claremont High versus Jennings Prep. I slapped my hands together and closed my eyes for a few seconds, soaking up all the cheers and yells, mainly directed at me to ‘get that ball!’

My eyes opened again when the whistle blew.

Here goes nothing.

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