Falling For Danger (BoyXBoy)

Chapter Two

Kellin's POV
Vic is definitely different from everyone else I have met so far at Columbia High; I really like it. So far, everyone else here has put his nose in the air and completely ignored my existence. Vic, on the other hand, has gone out of his way to make me laugh and feel welcome.

Vic is about my height and age with long brown hair and chocolate brown eyes that make my insides turn to mush. He is wearing skinny jeans and a Ramones band tee with Doc Martens. He's definitely what I would call eye candy; sweet and fun to look at.

What am I doing? I told myself to stay away from guys. I can't bring anybody into my shitty life. Besides, Vic is probably straight, and I doubt he would stick around once he realizes how big of a fuckup I am.

Beside me, Vic seems to be lost in thought, scolding himself for some reason or another. I get the strange sense that he wants to hold my hand, and while I'm not exactly opposed to that, I shake the idea from my mind because I know I won't stop at hand holding.

The cafeteria is a dull white, just like the rest of the building. A few blue and red decorations adorn the walls, but that's it as far as color goes. The giant room is filled to the brim with kids chattering away about God only knows. A few squeals distinguish themselves from the loud buzz of conversation. The food is bland and, well, calling it food is being generous. It's all really a big blob of barely-able-to-choke-it-down mush that's been cooked, frozen, cooked, and served to unsuspecting students who are caught in the crossfire.

After Vic and I get trays and a million year old lady in a hair net puts a slice of cardboard with cheese on it and we grab drinks, we rejoin the other students. Vic immediately heads toward a table in the far back corner of the cafeteria, and I follow him. Once we reach it though, I'm not exactly sure what to do. Should I sit down, or is that weird? I just met the guy. Nobody else is at the table though.

"Wanna eat with me?" he asks. Am I imagining things, or did I just see a flicker of hope in his eyes? Does he really want me to sit with him? This perfect, beautiful Sexican?

"Thanks," I say, taking the seat across from him. He opens his carton of milk, and chugs half of it. I hesitantly pick up my pizza and bring it to my mouth for a bite, when Vic stops me.

"I wouldn't, if I were you. Eating that is like meeting Satan himself at a bar, flirting with him, and following him back to Hell to fuck him where you will live in eternal damnation with the others who fell victim to his charm and ate an apple from the tree of The Knowledge of Good and Evil." I drop the pizza back on my tray, and open up my water. "Good choice," he says, obviously hiding a smirk.

"I feel like that was just a tad bit dramatic," I comment, unsure of how to respond. "Where is everybody?"

"Just you and me. I, uh, prefer to keep to myself. The kids here aren't exactly accepting or friendly."

"Ha, you've got that right."
"So, do you know anybody here?" I shake my head. "Where are you from?" How do I answer this without giving too much away? My mom left when I was ten and my dad died of cancer when I was 13. I was passed from foster home to foster home for about 6 months until the Emerson's found me. They've fostered me ever since I was 14 for one reason and one reason only; They see me as nothing more than a pay check. I'm not stupid; I know that the second I turn 18 they're kicking me out.

"Portland. My family and I just moved down here last week." Not a complete lie. We did just move down here, they just aren't my family.

"Cool. I've been up there a few times, but I don't know much about the area. They've got a pretty great music scene, though."

"That's pretty much the only thing I liked about it," I said, giggling a little.

"So... Do you, um, not to be weird or anything, but do you, like, have any plans after school? I could show you around town or we could hang out at my place or whatever," Vic stumbles over himself. It's kind of cute, actually... I wonder what those lips of his would feel like against mine.

"It's not weird at all. I'd love too, actually; it beats going home." Fuck, Kellin. You and your big ass mouth.

"What's so bad about going home?" Shit. Now I've really done it. I could kick my own ass right now.

"Nothing, just a little chaotic right now with the move and all... Could we maybe just hang at your place? I don't really feel like walking around town."

"No problem. Oh, my parents won't be home until late. They're both lawyers and are almost always gone before sunrise and don't return until 9 or so." I didn't notice right away the amount of sexual innuendo that could have been hidden in that sentence. Suddenly, my cheeks are hot.

"That's fine." Just then, the bell rings.
"Meet me out front after last bell?"
"Sure." I then get up and throw away my uneaten pizza. I wonder what awaits me this afternoon at Vic's house...