Spectrum. (Kellic)

Chapter 2

*Kellin's POV*

Vic's friends entered our apartment about an hour later.

I heard the door, then I heard yelling, then laughing, then faint whispering. I heard the fridge open, the clinking of bottles, and then the flame of a lighter.

I tried to camp out in my room for as long as possible, but two hours later, I really had to pee.

I attempted to leave my room as quietly as possible, but as soon as I opened the door, Vic called my name. "Kellin! Get your ass over here."

"Um..." Was all I said.

"Come here," He repeated.

I slowly walked towards him, unsure of his intentions. He must be drunk, I think to myself, surely he's drunk if he's actually talking to me...

Nope.

He's high.

Smoke billows from the three joints that the group are passing round.

"Here he is!" Vic says enthusiastically. "Meet my room mate."

"Hi." I mutter.

"Why so grumpy?" Vic asks, frowning, "Is it just that you haven't got laid in a while?"

I take a step back, towards the kitchen, and then turn away from them.

"I'm sure I could help with that..." He says.

I whip around, shocked at his words. He's joking obviously, because he's as straight as a ruler, but his eyebrows are raised.

His friends are just laughing and drinking, not paying attention to either me nor Vic.

"Shut up." I tell him, gritting my teeth, because surely he's just poking fun at the fact that I'm gay.

He just turns back to his friends, quickly losing interest in our conversation.

I go to the bathroom, and when I come out a minute later, Vic is herding his friends out of the door, pressing notes into one of their hands. "I'll see you tomorrow," he tells them. "One of you guy's places though."

"Why?" Asks a guy with spiky hair.

"Just...Because..." Vic says, "It doesn't have to be yours, Jaime, calm your tits. Just not here."

"Whatever," shrugs Jaime.

He closes the door on them and turns, catching my eye as I enter my room for the last time that night. He doesn't say anything, so neither do I, but I'm still confused at his actions.