Hey guys! I know you all are probably sick and tired of me and kellic but so am I so here you go.
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My feet were carefully placed onto the rocky pavement of the school courtyard. If I took a step forward, I would officially be a part of whatever the football players were talking about, and lord knows I don't want that. My popularity has nothing to do with sports or girls. It's actually quite ironic that anyone could ever think that the two said objects could be on the list of my interest.
The only reason I had any ounce of worth at this school was all because of how filthy rich my parents where. That and they're known for the best alcohol cabinet in the town, which just happens to always be unlocked by the skilled hands of my brother. Mike likes to pick locks, which always gets him in trouble. Of course, my parents are nose deep in work shit, making it to where we rarely see them.
Not that it matters to my brother and I. Actually, we could care less about how much they know about us and as long as they keep the "allowance" coming, then we'll be just fine.
But with all of the money that we are known for having, comes unnecessary popularity and friends that don't even know your last name. Nor do they know about your problems, or the side effect of willingly being your friend. Those include random silence periods and no interest in what you're interested in whatsoever. They put up with it, and I give them enough beer to last them through their collage years.
The only person I open up to is my brother, Mike, and even that is strictly about why I'm sad certain days of the week. We don't get deeper than that, and if we do it's because we have alcohol flowing through our veins and opening up our minds. In the morning, we will pretend to forget all that was said, shove it away and only think about it when it's necessary.
And just so you know, it's never necessary.
So, with my expertise plan and view on how I'm going to go on my whole life, I live. Not in the best way or that any of my family members would be proud of, but I make it by just fine. Sure, I lock things up until I over think past the point of breaking more than just a couple things in my room. Or, I think that I'm weird because of how I feel towards members of the same sex when I know very well that I'm not alone in this odd feeling. Nor do I have any homophobic influences around me. I just feel as if I don't want to like guys.
"Vic, you coming to the game Friday? All the guys wanted to stop by your place after, if that's okay." No it's not okay and all you want from me is to get drunk because all of your parents are Christians with fridges ridded from any time of liquid other than water and maybe the occasional coke if you're being a good boy.
"I won't be at the game but you all can come by afterwards. Just have a DD, don't want any deaths on my plate anytime soon." I joked. They laughed, but I knew very well that they are going to try to drive by themselves because they think they're good enough to. This will result in a wreck probably not even that far away from my home. Might as well say goodbye to my neatly trimmed bushes, because sure enough the quarter back will be slamming his car into them by the end of Friday night.
I didn't say that, instead I just nodded so they could push me out of their conversation again.
Sure enough within a matter of seconds I was out of whatever they were talking about, and in my own world again. Sadly, they've been noticing how I push myself away from their behaviors. When they asked me to join the team, I even said no. They joked around about hooking me up with the cheer captain, but I'd rather be a cheerleader than be anywhere around her. No, I would never want to be labeled as her boyfriend, simply because she has moves her mouth like a dog whose swallowed a bee and has a tongue that acts like a snake. It never stops, and she could be proposing to me and I would have already tuned her out 1000 words before her proposal.
"-they say he lives in the woods." Britney gossiped. If I was a dog, my ears would have perked up. Who lives in the woods?! Can I talk to him about renting a tree out there?
"Who?" I asked, interrupting Britney from making any more rude comments directed at the unknown boy. Praise Jesus for that.
"Kellin. Kellin Quinn. He always smells like the woods. Never talks unless it's towards a teacher. Actually, he reminds me of you, minus the wood smelling part. Believe it or not, you actually smell like coconuts."
"Haha, very funny. It's my mom's body wash. Smells better than all of that 'For Men' stuff." Britney laughed, and I politely dismissed myself from the small circle we have created in the courtyard. In a matter of minutes, the bell would ring and it would be time for school to start. But first, I wanted to see this Kellin Quinn guy. He could be in any of my classes, but from what it sounds like he's probably an AP student, unlike me. Therefore, the only chance of having classes with him would be if he chose the same electives as me.
It wasn't hard to spot out the guy that they were gossiping about. Honestly, I don't know how I missed him before. I'm always up to finding a brand new group of friends. Maybe even only one friend. Whatever it is, I just need to escape this heterosexual bubble I've made for myself. It's quite suffocating, if you ask me.
At this point, there is two options.
1. I could man up and talk to this boy who could possibly change my life and make living actually living because I'm sure I'm only breathing right now
Or
2. I could stare at him from afar and hope that he talks to me first. Although, I know he won't even consider talking to a guy with a reputation like me, even if it could make him smell like coconuts.
For now, the second option sounded like the most comfortable and I just excused myself from the most riveting conversation of my whole life. Lord knows I don't want to miss out on yet another debate about which team is going to win on the NFL game on Sunday.
The bell sounded in my ears, and like most of the Seniors, I stayed behind and walked slowly to the door that was signaling the beginning of a day filled with bad grades and disappointed teachers.
First period was when I saw him, and I was surprised that I found him in the short timespan that I did. Of course, I forgot that my first elective was creative writing, and Kellin sounded like the type of guy who enjoyed that kind of stuff. I'm not judging. After all, I chose this class too, and I happen to enjoy it a lot.
There where rows and rows of computers, and an empty seat beside a dark and mysterious boy. No one that I care about is in this class, so talking to him won't make me get teased for after school.
Plumping into one of the many spinning chairs, I took a good look at Kellin. Look at me you weirdo, I want you to see my smile and fall in love with me, if that's okay. I thought. Of course, his eyes remained glued to the computer screen and every once in a while would flash down to the keyboard. He sees me staring, I can tell because he's jittery. Like he doesn't want to mess up under my gaze. God forbid he really needed to pick his nose right now.
"I like your hair."
You have got to be kidding me Victor Vincent Fuentes if there was a window beside you I would throw you right out of it. You like his hair ohmygod kill me.
"Thanks. I would tell you the name of my stylist, but you're kind of looking at 'em." He joked. Surprisingly, I laughed through my embarrassment, even thought of what to say next instead of shrinking into an awkward silence.
Our conversastion carried on throughout class and I got to know the boy better. Lets just say that that night, Kellin was on my mind before I closed my eyes.
