Let Love Bleed Red

Shrooms and Graphic Design

(Kellin's POV)

I sat on a bench right in front of the main entrance. White columns supported the brick roof of the building, and pale white stairs sit at the bottom of them. There was a grassy field right in front of the big glass doors and stairs, with many tiny trees and fluffy bushes littered around. The warm late summer breeze flew through my black hair as the birds chirped in the early morning against the bright yellow sun.
And I was getting impatient.
I was supposed to be meeting with a usual buyer. It was 9:30 AM, yet we agreed to meet here half an hour ago. I had 30 minutes until my first class of the day. If he didn't show up in 5, I was heading out. 3 minutes later of just sitting there, he finally showed up.
Patrick Stump.
He clearly had ran here, since he was out of breath and and all sweaty. Ew. His brown hair was all fucked up and greasy; he also had dark purple bags under his eyes. Obviously he slept in since he didn't sleep last night, and had rushed to get here.
"You're late," I told him bluntly.
"I-I'm s-s-so- sorry," he spoke with a cough as he fixed his thick black glasses.
"Whatever. Give me the $80 and the shrooms are yours."
He nodded as he fished into his pocket for his wallet. He handed over the money which I quickly stuffed into my pocket. I didn't want to risk getting caught and kicked out of the prestigious Joe Candice University. I handed him the shrooms and told him to leave.
I checked my phone for the time and it read 9:51 AM. I got up from the bench and slung my backpack over my shoulder before sprinting off to my graphic design class. I went through the glass doors and into the tiled hallway with brick walls. My class was pretty far away, and I didn't want to arrive late. I've been late for the past 2 classes, I really couldn't afford to be late again. Once I was in front of the class room, I sighed with relief. I made it with about 2 minutes to spare. I walked into the high ceilinged classroom with 6 rows of seats each on the left and right side. In front of us was the professor's desk, Professor Williams. She was a great teacher with bright orange hair. I never met anyone who disliked her.
As I scanned the room for a place to sit, I noticed the only seat available was one next to someone I'd never seen before. Which was odd, the school wasn't so big because many people weren't accepted into the highest ranked university in the United States. Pretty much everyone knew each other since there were less than a thousand students, which is pretty damn small for a university. I ended up taking the seat next to him since, well, there wasn't anywhere else to sit. Besides, he was pretty hot. He had long wavy brown hair and dark brown eyes. I tried to stop myself from staring before he noticed, but I guess it was too late.
"Hey," he greeted.
"Hey, are you new here? I haven't seen you around before."
"Oh, yeah. Just transferred from Ligma College. I'm Vic," he replied with a smile.
"Welcome. It's pretty great here. I'm Kellin."
Our conversation was interrupted by Professor Williams starting class. Usually, I liked graphic design and paid attention but I couldn't help myself and admire the man sitting next to me.
God, he was fine.

(Vic's POV)

An hour and a half later, class was over. As I was putting away my things to leave, Kellin started speaking to me.
"Would you wanna hang sometime? You seem cool."
"Uh, sure! Why not?" I replied happily. I didn't have many friends back at Ligma College or high school, so it seemed pretty nice that someone wanted to be my friend already. He started writing something on a piece of paper and handed it to me.
"Call me," he said as he walked away. I looked down and realized it was his phone number. I couldn't help but blush. Yeah, I like men, is there a problem? I'm pansexual, and I've known pretty much my whole life. What can I say, everyone's cool. I soon collected myself together and walked out of the classroom and right outside. As I was walking on the grass, I wasn't really paying attention and bumped into someone. We both fell on our asses on the ground, and man did that hurt.
"Shit, I'm sorry," I spoke quickly.
"It's cool, man. Hey, I've never seen you around before. What's your name?" He said as he got up and offered me a helping hand. He had black emo hair and black smoky eyeliner around his eyes. He seems like my kind of guy.
"I'm Vic," I spoke as I grabbed his hand and he helped me up.
"Cool, I'm Pete. I gotta go but hopefully I'll see you around. You seem like fun," he spoke sincerely.
"Thanks, see ya."
Hm, maybe the change of Ligma College to Joe Candice University isn't going to be so bad.

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