I Miss You (kellic)

The Boy Who Could Fly

It smelled of sweat and moldy water. I felt my hair stick the the back of my neck almost immediately as I opened the door.

I entered the locker room slowly, taking caution of the puddles on the floor. The last thing I want to happen is slip and make a fool of myself. Life Time Fitness will already do that for me. I sighed and grabbed the uniform from off one of the shelves. I am a very small boy, but for some reason the school thought that I am 300 pounds because the shorts and t shirt were huge! The clothes clung to my small frame and fell awkwardly downwards. I hated the way I looked. I kept my hoodie on underneath though, I didn't need anymore things to get the shit beat out of me.

Thankfully no one said anything to me the entire 5 minutes I was in there. I had to change in the bathroom stall though, people gave me weird looks when I was out. But like I said, I don't feel anymore.

I walked out onto the court and sat in the corner awkwardly. Kellin and a few of his friends that got caught walked out from the varsity locker rooms. They were laughing and talking until they stopped and saw me. They all fell silent and then bursted out laughing.

"Fucking look at him!" Yelled one of them.

"He actually put it on!" Said Kellin laughing.

So they're behind this? I just thought the school was being stupid. Maybe Matt was right, ignorance is the world's shot gun to the mouth. If it wasn't for Kellin, I wouldn't have been effected by their mocking. But Kellin hurts me; he effects me, a lot. His words sting like the cuts that bleed down my arms.

A sharp piercing sound interrupted my thoughts.

"Okay everyone get up and stand on the gold line!" Yelled Coach Layman.

The four other people in the class, whom were all druggies and drop outs, made their way to the center of the gymnasium. It was painfully empty and bland in here. I kept my distance from the others as best as I could, but Kellin's friends on the other side intimidated me.

Layman inspected everyone of us quickly before yelling in our faces again, "You're each gonna be assigned a 'fitness partner' to help you with your equipment and what not. It's not my doing, it's for your safety or whatever. Kay? Okay! So Jason, you get Harley."

A collective "whoop" came from the group. I rolled my eyes. I blocked out his voice and tried really hard not to stare at Kellin. But how could I? He looked great in shorts.

"Vic!"
I jerked my head up quickly.

"Damn it boy pay attention!" Layman screamed.

"Sorry," I said quickly. I looked up and everyone else was running around doing various physical activities.

He grunted in annoyance, "Did you hear me?"

I shook my head no and looked down at the wooden floors. They were scarred with skid marks and dirt.

"Quinn's with you, okay? Okay! Get to work!" He yelled walking back into his office.

I look up at Kellin and he's getting the weights ready. I walk over to him slowly and watch as he sets the bar lower.

"Have you ever done this before?" He asks me.

"No," I choked out. Come on Vic, be cool.

He chuckles, "Of course not. Look at those arms."

I look down at my arms and shrug. They weren't that bad.

"Well, all you have to do is sit there on this bench and use both arms and lift up. Then up and down repeatedly. You know," he said leaning up against the wall.