Dead Butterflies

two

VIC'S POV:
PRESENT TIME

It was the middle of lunch, I left the men's bathroom making my way to the only spot I could clear my head and get away from her. I wiped my tears and made my way upstairs to the roof (which was prohibited, and perfectly what i needed) where I always went when something happens and I needed to be alone.

When I made it there, it was gloomy outside and I was definitely not alone. On the edge of the roof wearing a big black hoodie and a skirt. Well that's new.

I went and sat next to where he stood facing away from him. "Nice fit." He looked down at me and smirked.

He had pitch black long wavy hair, under all that hair you could see his beautiful blue eyes that almost looked grey. He had dark circles under his eyes, and I could tell he'd been crying his eyes out. But I decided that it was best to not point out the obvious and figure my way around the situation.

"You like what you see?" He said, his voice being higher than most guys. "Of course, it would be a shame to lose all that. Why don't we fuck before you go?" I said smirking back.

"Flirting? Really vic? That's how you're going through with this?" My brain cursed at me as I had no confidence whatever this would work.

"Bold of you to assume I'm into guys." He said then bent down to look at me, his body facing the side of me.

"Bold of you to assume that first." I said softly looking into his eyes that memorized me.

I snapped out of it and stood up and he looked at me intrigued, then i grabbed him by the waist and threw him over my shoulder, him being surprisingly light.

"Bitch!" He screamed and I smirked then put him down and pushed him against the wall. I looked at him for a while and i couldn't get my eyes off of his beautiful blue eyes. Then I remembered Rosey, so i let him go and started to walk away but he grabbed me by the wrist.

"FUCK, DON'T DO THAT." I yelled and he let go looking scared but then shook it off and gave me a cocky smile. "Thought we had some business to handle Victor."

I looked at him confused as to how he knew my name "How do you know my name?"

"Well while you may not be the most popular kid in school, you sure are the dumbest."

"What the fuck, man?" I said looking at him like he's crazy.

"I see you walking down the halls with that whore chasing her like a lost puppy, and letting her get away with all the crap she does." He said.

"Dude are you stalking me? Also don't call her that again or I'll fuck you up." I said ready actually kill him.

"You can fuck me anytime, Victor." He said teasingly

"Seriously how do you know me?" I said to him.

He rolled his eyes "Homeroom. Ms. Galiveda. Plus you guys fight so much and I always see you in the halls and up here and literally everywhere in school cuz we go to the same fucking school. Also mind you, I'm not stalking you. You just never noticed me there. And before you say about the roof, I hide her all the time but you always come up and ruin my fun when your pissed about your little 5 foot Twinkie." Even though she was my girlfriend, i couldn't help but laugh.

"Whatever." I said then threw my shit on the floor and sat against the wall. "Damn you get over things quickly." He said looking down at me.

"It's not that, I'm just too tired to be fighting someone and plus, i ain't leaving, what if you kill yourself? Then i can't come back to throw hands when I'm ready to fjght."

"I wasn't killing myself, and you'd never win against me." He said.

"Then what the fuck were you doing?" I said

"Dancing." he said nonchalantly.

"You- what? YOU'RE CRAZY, YOU COULD LIKE--- YOU COULD FALL AND LIKE UM--- DIE, THAT'S DANGEROUS." I screeched

" KAY???? AND WHAT'S THE FUN IN THAT IF THERE IS NO DANGER???" He yelled back jokingly

"AND WAIT-- I'D DEFINITELY WIN, LOOK AT YOU--- SKIRTSY!!" I bluffed

"YOU DON'T KNOW ME, BITCH. MY SKIRT HAS NOTHING ON YOU--- YOU LITTLE --- OOMPA LOMPA!"
He yelled and I looked at him shocked putting my hand on my chest.

"I WILL NOT TAKE THIS DISCRIMINATION! ALSO WHY ARE WE YELLING." I said mildly offended.

"YOU YELLED FIRST." He said

"I DID NOT- oh wait i did, whatever shut up." I said a rolled my eyes giving up.

"Anyway, why are you here now?" He asked me and I sighed "I don't tell people my shit." I said

"One could dream." He said

"You know I don't believe you were dancing up here, right?" I said and stood up and faced him but he walked away ignoring me and went to what I now noticed was his backpack.

He bent down and my eyes widened as I noticed he was only wearing lace panties under. He looked up at me and smirked then stood back up now holding a pair of black ripped jeans. Then proceeded to take his skirt off slowly looking me straight in the eyes.

My mind forgot what I said and something in me changed, I started blushing and feeling nervous watching what was in front of me.

"No not this, not this again, look away! No way I was getting hard from this." I thought to myself. Thoughts were rushing through my head, out of control, I keep thinking "I've never seen a person that made me want to be so bad."

When his skirt was off he walked towards me dropping his pants on top of his backpack.

This man knew what he was doing to me, how does he know? Why am I like this? I've never felt this way before.

He grabbed my hands and put it on his ass and said "I know you won't do it, your just another closet case, but in case you change your mind about your sweet innocent little rosey. I'm right here, and I'll make that pain in your heart go away." He said and kissed the collar of my neck.

Then purposely walked shaking his ass, knowing he looked good with his lace panties and his big hoodie and his nice thick ass. My body got chills and I knew I'd have to leave before I made a mistake. So I grabbed my stuff and left.

The only thing on my mind while head out was;
I never even got his name

"Vic!" He stopped me before I could go any further and handled me a note. And left now wearing his pants.

I opened the small piece of paper that said;

In case of an emergency, dial
(XXX) XXX - XXXX
- Kellin Quinn

[A/N]: sorry I don't want to put an actual number but just image it's kellin's number. And yes ofc I'm gonna reference the fuck out of this.

- bittermlk