Tutor Me Mr. Trouble (Kellic)boyxboy

Chapter 12

Kellin's P.O.V

We're going back home today. With all of the drama and incidents that have happened already, the teachers decided Vic needed to go home. I marched back up to the room to tell Vic. As I was in the elevator, I was confronted....by who other than Oliver Sykes.

He shoved me against the wall. We were the only people in here.

"Mr. Sykes, what do you think you are doing?" I asked.

"No, Mr. Quinn, what do you think you're doing?" he mocked. "I know something is going on between you and Victor. Now...unless you want me to, let the little relationship slip to, I don't know Mr. Barakat or Mr. Gaskarth, I suggest ya, you know back the fuck off of my man." He growled.

How did he even know? Did Vic tell him? Somehow, I doubted that.

"Are you threatening me?" I asked stupidly. Obviously he was threatening me.

"So what if I am." he said pressing his hand against my chest so I couldn't move.

"Listen here you little dick face...I've kicked your butt before and I can and will do it again" I growled at him.

He gave me a hurt look. "Don't you think that beating me up twice would look suspicious? You don't think people will find out about you and Vic if you beat me up twice on his behalf? Go ahead..." he backed up and put his hands out to his sides, "Beat me up...Do it. Throw the first punch Mr. Quinn."

Damnit. Why does this little prick always have to be right. "Back off my man or else" he said just in time because the elevator doors opened and I stormed out to go tell Vic about us leaving before Oliver could say anything else to me.

When I got to the room, I was relieved to hear the running water of a shower, knowing Vic was in the room and nothing had happened to him in the short time I'd been gone. I sat on the bed waiting for him to get out and saw the TV muted on Nickelodeon. I smiled to myself. We all had that inner child still left in us from years ago. Unfortunately, as a child I didn't get the luxury of Nickelodeon. I didn't get the luxury of a lot of things actually.

I was always in and out of Foster Care after my mom died. I didn't really know her that well, because she spent most of her nights in the bar leaving me with some random teenage babysitter. After she died, I was always put into the worst Foster Homes. I couldn't watch TV, use the internet, or read books because my parents had some sort fear that the kids they fostered would end up just like the people in them.

Now, seeing Nickelodeon on the TV, it gives me a melancholy sort of feeling. I wasn't sad, I mean my childhood shaped who I am today.

Out of the blue, Vic walked out of the bathroom...not clothed...or toweled.

He looked at me shocked and ran back into the bathroom. He must of thought I'd be gone longer. Oh god. I looked down. My little friend was a bit excited after that. Vic was in the bathroom so I couldn't go fix my problem, and I didn't want to do anything because I feared Vic would walk in at any moment.