One Shots

Dick Face (Kellic)

Kellin's P.O.V.

I take the cola from my friend, trying not to feel utterly disgusted. I hate high school parties and I hate the majority of the people here. All they want is sex, drugs and a good time. It's unbearable and absolutely annoying.

I hate being the only one with a functioning brain sometimes.

My friend, Alan, starts giggling as the tall guy who I forget the name of starts kissing his neck. Alan is a good guy, but he's sort of an airhead.

I take a sip of my cola, trusting that there's nothing slipped into it, as I sulk off somewhere else. Alan and Whatshisface had started a make out session. No thanks. I'm good without the image of Alan's tongue going down someone's throat burned into my mind.

I sit down somewhere remotely calm. I mean, no where around here is calm. Someone is shouting about wanting to fuck a burrito, and I'm pretty sure that's Jack, but everything's too noisy. I think I'm the only one who is sober.

Somebody sits beside me and the cola starts to taste gross. The last thing I want is to converse with a senseless adolescent human. Just no. I turn to say a few choice words to whoever it is sitting beside me, but I stop.

Oh god. Not Vic. Out of all the people here, why does it have to be the guy I liked for almost three straight years? That's just my luck, apparently.

"Hey Kellin." Vic says, smiling a lazy smile. He smells like booze, but not as bad as everyone else here.

"Uh huh, hi." I mutter, sipping my now disgusting cola. The thing is, Vic knows I used to like him because we used to make out a lot behind the school when no one was around, until he got a girlfriend. The make out sessions were over and so was my crush on him.

What a dick.

"Enjoying the party?" Vic asks, taking a drink from his cup.

"No." I say with a roll of my eyes.

"Typical Kellin." Vic points out and I want to hit him. Just leave me alone, jerk. I don't want to talk to you or any of your friends. You are all so annoying.

"I'm going to go now, bye." I say in a rush, getting up to go somewhere else entirely. I can't actually leave this party because my ride is probably having sex. I could get the keys from him and drive myself, but I don't want to see that. No thanks.

"Aw don't leave." Vic has the nerve to follow me. I keep walking, ignoring him. I mean, I guess that's sort of hard to do when he's incredibly attractive and you know what those hands can do.

"I will leave." I say after he keeps on following me all the way outside to the front porch. There's no one out here, surprisingly. Normally there's a couple making out here. Not this time.

"Why are you being such an asshole?" Vic asks me, not leaving me alone. I have the urge to dump my cola on him. It tastes gross now anyways.