Tutor Me Mr. Trouble (Kellic)boyxboy

Chapter 2

The day seemed to drag on. I didn't let it bother me because I knew I would get to see Oli soon.

"See you soon :) xoxo" I texted him. He didn't reply within 30 minutes, so I figured he was doing something.

The final bell rang. I grabbed all of my stuff before running out of the building. I guess you could say I was a little eager. I was so busy running through the hall, though, that I ended up running into someone. I fell and dropped all of my stuff on the ground and muttered "Shit" under my breath. I looked up to see Mr. Quinn reaching his hand out to help me up.

"Hey, Vic. Um are you okay?" he asked. I nodded my head quickly.

"Thanks" I whispered.

His hand was warm. I didn't expect it to be so soft. He helped me up and began grabbing my books off of the floor. "You drop your stuff a lot" he said. "...Not that I watch you or anything" he blurted out quickly.

I smiled to myself. "I'm a clumsy person Mr. Quinn."

He handed me the rest of my stuff, and said "Off you go" with a slight push."Don't want to miss the bus going home"

It wasn't much, but these little interactions made my whole day when they happened.

I had to get my stuff quickly when I got home so I kind of burst through the door and started getting cleaned up. Tonight would be an interesting night if all goes well. I was making a big fuss about making sure I had everything because like me, his parents didn't exactly accept him. They weren't really around enough to criticize him, so I made the best out of every time I got to see him. I finally had almost all of my stuff ready and was going to walk out the door when I heard my mom say, "I want you back by 11 o'clock alright?"

Erm what? I stopped dead in my tracks. "What?" I asked.

"There's this new thing. It's called a curfew. After thinking long and hard, I've decided that I want you home by 11 o'clock every time you go out. Got it?" she said.

"Mom! You know today is mine and Oli's anniversary...can't this wait one more night?" I pleaded.

She did know. I don't understand why she would just decide to tell me about this. I had been reminding her all week. She didn't completely accept me, but at least she didn't walk out when she found out I was gay....unlike my dad. He left after I came out because he couldn't have a "faggot son" living under his roof, and my mom told him that he would never kick me out.

"No sirree. Mhmm. Curfew is now 11 and that's final." she said.

"Okay, whatever, bye." I rolled my eyes and slammed the door on my way out. I could not believe her. I haven't exactly been good, but I haven't been bad enough to need a curfew! If anything, she's the one who needs a curfew. She socializes more than I do for fucks sake.

I was fuming in the car, and not even music could calm me down. Yes, maybe I was overreacting, but I couldn't help myself. Sometimes, when I think too much about something, I get mad. Really mad. It isn't my fault though, I was just born like this. One moment I could be happy as ever; sliding down the imaginary rainbow in my mind. Then other times, I get so mad for no reason and take it out on whoever is closest to me at the moment. To this day, I have 3 holes in my wall to match my anger.

I drove and drove. Finally, I was Oli's and all the bad thoughts went away. Tonight would be perfect. I wanted him so badly. No...I needed him. I don't think he understands how much that I like him. Heck, I may even love him. All I know is that I love being with him.

I pulled open the screen door to his house and knocked. Once, Twice, three times, and still no answer. Finally, I gave up knocking, and just went in. We'd been in the relationship long enough to trust each other to not knock. I just preferred to because, well like I said earlier, his parent's didn't exactly accept him, and it's always quite awkward when I talk to them.

"Oli?" I called out. As I walked through the house something led me to believe that something was off here. "Oliver!?" I yelled out again.

That's when I heard it. The muffled moans coming from somewhere in the house. "Oli?" I whispered this time. I heard another moan and thought maybe someone was in pain. I followed the sounds that eventually led to his bedroom. I put my ear up to the door.

"Oh my god...Oli...mmm" I heard.

"Shh, Hannah, my parents are home."

I opened the door. "Oh shit. Vic!" said Oliver. He threw Hannah, a girl from our school who happens to be a year younger than us.

"What are you..." started Hannah, but then she looked up to see me. By now, Everything I had in my hands; the movies, the wine, the candy, was all over the floor. I had tears running down my face and made no attempt to wipe them away.

"I trusted you" I whispered while turning to go out of the room.

"It...It's not what it looks like...I swear this means nothing Vicky please...hear me out." he said. Hannah was already up and putting on her clothes.

"No. I'm so done with your bullshit, Oliver. I have trusted you with everything, including my life for the past 2 years and I loved you. I FUCKING LOVED YOU. HOW YOU YOU DO THIS TO ME???" I yelled. "Don't bother ever, EVER talking to me again Oliver." I finished and stormed out of the house.

And that...is how Oliver and I broke up.

Author's Note: Okay I know it's crappy and cliche, but here's chapter 2. I ran out of ideas and yeah. Um thanks for reading c: