The Angel's Game (Kellic) (Trigger Warning)

Chapter 18

"Heh," TJ smiled as he sipped another beer after our makeout session. "That was fun."

"Here." I grinned. I grabbed a pen from some kid's back pocket and started to write my number on his hand. "Text me." I smirked. He smirked back.

"Yup."

I remembered I had gotten a text earlier from Vic. Seeing his name on my screen killed my vibe, so I didn't read it. I pulled out my phone and read it.

Vic: where are you?

Whatever. I don't care if Im hurting him. He hurt me. He can go cry to Tony. But I'm tired, and done with everyone's shit for the night.

"Hey, I gotta go," I said, putting my phone away.

"Awww, but the night just started, stud." TJs expression turned seductive as he wrapped his arms loosely around my waist. He leaned down and started to bite my neck again. His warm mouth and the alcohol made me dizzy and weak, yet so, so happy.

"Uhh," I spat out. "I'm sorry." I said.

"Fine," he pulled back. "It's been awesome meeting you, Kellin." he grinned.

"Same here." I smiled. I couldn't help but lean in a bit. He leaned in, too. TJ grabbed my chin and kissed me. But this time, it wasn't with sexual intent. It was soft and sweet; innocent. My body tingled as we slowly pulled apart. We pulled away slowly. Our faces were so close, I could hear him whisper over the music and loud people.

"See ya."

"Yeah.." was all my brain could say. He chuckled and waved as he headed towards the kitchen. Wow. That was fucking fun. Why did I give this up? My phone vibrated.

Vic: get home now. You're hurting me.

Me: whatever

I rolled my eyes and put my phone away. Worry and stress rushed back to me as thoughts of Vic and Tony flooded my head. I made my way from the backyard to the front of the house. I didn't bother looking for Jesse, I don't wanna ruin his good time. He hates when I leave early. I stumbled down the side walk. It felt so relieving feeling the liquor in my veins again. I missed doing this everyday.

I had finally reached my door step. I sighed and scratched my head. I stared at the door knob, dreading what was coming. I'm tired of Vic. Overthinking about him has worn me down. I opened the door.

I glanced over at the couch. I saw the back of Vic's head. I decided not to say anything. I took a few steps towards the stairs.

"Where were you?" Vic asked. I turned to reply. He wasn't even looking at me. His voice was empty and emotionless. Monotone and boring.

"With Jess." I replied.

"Oh, Okay." he said in the same voice. He just kept his eyes on the TV. He didn't seem to care. I watched him for a second. Vic just laid there on the couch watching tv. This infuriated me. I stomped up the stairs. He still didn't say anything. That made me even more mad. I slammed my door. My chest filled with anxiety and sadness. Tears filled my eyes and dripped down my cheek and off my chin.

I heard my phone go off. Half of me hoped it was Vic, half of me was scared it was Vic. I unlocked my phone. It was an unknown number. I opened the message.

Unknown: Hey, stud.

It was TJ. My heart lightened.

Me: Hey. I miss you.

TJ: Haha, same. This party isn't the same with you.

I couldn't help but smile through my tears. I wiped my face.