kellic oneshots

he died of a broken heart

old, could be better, kinda cute though as i read back through it so i'll publish anyway
I sighed as I set my things in my locker, hyper aware of the boy staring at me from across the halls like I was some prey. And it wasn't in the sexy way or any good way at all. He genuinely seemed like he wanted to rip my limbs off.
I was never really sure why Kellin hated me so much but I guess I just never really let it bother me.
He didn't talk to me much, he just glared.
I simply turned my music up and headed down the hall to the elective hall. I have this art class with Kellin actually, but I don't usually pay much attention to him.
But that's proved to be a little hard when the teacher assigns me to help him with his shit. It isn't my fault he slacks in this class and I don't. She doesn't care though, I'm the one that's gotta deal with him and do all his fucking work for him.
He's barely started drawing out his design for the cutout. This is a slightly more laid back assignment compared to the rest, but it's still a pain in the ass for Miss Park because giving sharp objects to high school juniors can never be a good idea.
We're making linoleum prints, basically our own stamps, but if you weren't aware, linoleum is hard to carve. However of course since I'm fucking amazing like that, I've already finished with mine. I made a sick ass spiderweb with a big fat black widow which was hard as all fucking fuck, the details, holy shit that was some work.
But here's kellin, doing a human heart, hasn't even finished mapping it out.
"That's all you have so far?"
"I've been busy." He grumbled back just staring down at the decently sized square of linoleum.
"Right okay well if you'll go ahead and start filling in the parts you're cutting, remember you color in the parts that you want to be white."
"Oh shit yeah I forgot about that thanks."
Well, that was awfully sweet of him. It really wasn't, but for Kellin it is. I had expected 'no shit, fucktard' even if he didn't actually remember.
Guess his ego slipped away for a second.
I stood up to go over to the drawer and grab the carving tool, setting it up with the blade sticking out because I didn't trust him to do it on his own.
I also set the tray thing that kept it in place on the table.
I watched as he finished filling in sections of the heart, with scratches and marks all over it.
"That looks pretty sick." I said, trying to seem a little uninterested just in case he wanted to be a cocky asshole.
But instead he smiled up at me and thanked me. Okay maybe he didn't actually thank me, he just nodded, but he did smile. I can dream.
It does genuinely look better than I was expecting from him though. To be fair he traced it, but the filling in parts he did pretty good on. I don't know, I'll judge him when he's done.
"Alright so let's put this on here," I began, picking up his piece and putting it on the tray securely. "here's this," handing him the tool and praying to god he didn't stab me with it, "always cut away from you no matter what, you can rotate your piece any way you'd like but if you cut the wrong way especially with the force you're using to carve, it's gonna hurt."
He picked up the tool and held it like a pencil, starting to carve before I stopped him again, kind of afraid he would get mad for it.
"Sorry I'm sorry I forgot about holding it, you have to hold it like this," I took it into my hand and held it properly with my pointer finger flat out. "if this slips out of your hand and you're holding it wrong that's another way you can end up with a cut."
I handed it back to him and he attempted to do what I did, looking up at me with a red face and piping out a high pitched and kind of adorable, "Like that?"
I put my hand over his and adjusted his fingers properly, leading his hand down and helping him with the first cut.
I pulled back and waited for him to say something snarky or call me a fag, but he just kept carving.
Of course, it was just because he needed to get this project done and I was only helping him not cut himself, but I was enjoying not hating Kellin for a moment.
I watched him carve for a little while before I decided he's got the hang of it and wandering around the classroom.
"Ah shit," I heard a grumble after a while, "Vic!" His voice cracked when he called my name and I smiled before turning around and jogging over to him from the other side of the classroom.
I looked down at the puncture in his finger and hissed, that didn't look too good. He got some blood on his piece already.
"Park?" she turned to me and Kellin from her previous conversation, recognizing my voice and immediately paying more attention to me. You can call me cocky for that but it's true, I'm art teachers pet. "We're gonna go down to the nurse." I said, she waved us off because she kinda just trusts me to do whatever. I also purposely avoided mentioning Kellin's boo-boo as to avoid hurting his ego.
"Come on tough guy," I said as he stood up and followed me out the door.
We walked down the hall to the office and into the nurses room, me pointing to Kellin's finger and her immediately understanding.
"Go wash it with neutral temp water and some soap, then you can run cold water over it if anything to make it hurt less." she said softly to him and he nodded, escaping to the bathroom.
"Why'd you come with him?"
I thought about it for a second, actually having no idea. He could have just got up and went on his own, or I could have just told him to go and send him off, but neither of us did either of those things. It just seemed like a mutual agreement that I take him to the nurse.
"Not entirely sure but i was helping him with an art project and that's how he got the ouchie." I giggled at my vocabulary and kellin walked out, turning the bathroom light off and staring down at his finger.
"It's like still bleeding?" He said as he walked over.
"Come sit down." She told him and he did as she said, sitting beside her and waiting as she grabbed alcohol wipes, a tube of something, and a pretty big band aid before looking down at the finger and putting the band aid back in exchange for a small wrap up bandage thing. If you didn't notice I don't speak nurse.
I stood and waited, watching as he would wince in pain and then shoot me a look as if to say 'you didn't see that.'
I just nodded once every time he did it and smiled once he got up.
The nurse signed a pass back to class and we walked back, me trailing behind him.
"So, what exactly did you do?"
"Well I wasn't really thinking and I put my other hand over to like move it or something, slipped and stabbed my finger."
I noticed that the puncture was in fact on the pointer finger of his submissive hand.
"Do you want me to stay over there with you until you're finished?"
"I'm not five fucking years old I've got it" he snapped and I sighed, knowing he'd start being an ass again soon enough.
"Alright then."
He walked back into class and jogged over to his area, immediately continuing. He was holding it wrong.
I contemplated going over and helping him out but something inside of me said it was a bad idea.
Kellin Quinn is an asshole and whatever you do, you should not get involved.
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Over the next couple days Kellin started hating me more and more, and being more open about it. He'd call me faggot more often, slam me against lockers by his shoulder sometimes, and a couple other things. It didn't really phase me much, I mean the bruises on my shoulders were bearable, faggot is just a word, a glare is just a facial expression, I didn't care. Well, I cared that Kellin was an asshole and I needed to remember that and stop thinking he was fucking gorgeous, but I didn't care that he hurt me. I didn't classify it as bullying or anything, he just didn't like me and that was alright.
The day Jenna said that to me though, I suddenly cared so much.
I didn't understand in what way I cared or why I cared as much as I did but I couldn't stop thinking about it all day.
Jenna had been the only one I said anything about Kellin to because she understood and I knew she wouldn't overreact.
"Vic I need to talk to you." she had said as she showed up at my bedroom door on Friday night.
"It's like midnight what do you need to talk to me about that's so important?"
"It's Kellin."
"I don't give a fuck what's about Kellin okay I don't wanna hear it, I hate that asshole and if you're here to tell me about his newest bitch I don't-"
"Vic he's dead!"
I paused and stared at her as tears formed in her eyes. Jenna had a past with Kellin and couldn't help but let it affect her.
Why did I care then?
The words were stuck in my head like a stupid song for the rest of the night, and I didn't sleep.
Vic he's dead
She said he was drowned in the lake in his car going home from a party. He wasn't hammered or anything so no one knew exactly why.
I remember what party now, it was one Kellin had actually invited me to.