Carbon Monoxide (Kellic) [go to AndehCrossley account for further updates]

Home Sweet Home

Kellin's POV:

I ran and ran to school as fast as I could; there was no way I was going to be late again. I arrived at my locker with three minutes to spare. Chucking my English books it my bag, I turned and walk towards the English room. I was one of the first to arrive at the class and made my way to the back where my desk sat. I got my sketch book and pen out, as usual, and turned on my favourite album.

The warning bell rang and everyone else arrived and took their seats. Aiden put something on the teacher's chair, then turned and smiled at me. It wasn't a normal smile, it was crooked and kind of creepy. What was going on in his mind? What did he do? Mr Calvin, the English professor, walked in and wrote the lesson plan on the chalk board. I went back to drawing and completely zoned out for a while.

All of a sudden I realised the class had become really quite and I looked up to see everyone in the class staring at me. Mr Calvin looked furious, his face all schroon up and his eyebrows raised with anger. What was going on? I pulled my earphones out and looked around the room, blushing with embarrassment as all the attention was on me. My social anxiety was exploding inside me; I just wanted to sink into the floor and never been seen again.

Mr Calvin screamed my name, "Kellin!! What do you think you're doing?"

I sat there, completely dumbfounded; what did he mean? I do this all the time, he's never questioned it before; nobody has. "Wh...what do you mean, sir?" I managed to stumble the short sentence from my mouth.

"You know exactly what I mean!!" He replied, pointing to the chair. "Detention, after school! Be here the second the bell rings; don't even think about being late!" I had no idea what he was talking about, I hadn't done anything; but I did guess it had something to do with what Aiden did to the chair. Great, thanks Aiden, you asshole, now I have to spend two hours after school with Mr Calvin.

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Finally, the bell rang. I couldn't wait to get out of class; since the chair incident everyone kept looking at me and whispering to each other; it made me feel so uncomfortable. Everyone grabbed their stuff and ran out into the hall; but I stayed back to avoid even more embarrassment in the hallway. I throw my things in my bag and slowly walk to the door. Jeez, this is going to be a long day.

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Vic's POV:

Finally, after what felt like days, all the furniture was where it should be and the moving truck was ready to leave. Every room in the house was laid out like it should be, apart from my room; I still had boxes of stuff in there to sort out. I started to unpack my clothes and put them away in the closet and drawers. I'm kind of OCD so I like folding my own clothes, to make sure they're perfectly symmetrical. I put all my jeans in one draw, mostly black skinny jeans, and all my tops in another, mostly either band t-shirts or graphic designed ones.

When I finished putting all my clothes away I moved on to the box of posters. I have so many it's kind of ridiculous; I love covering my walls with them. I began sticking them on my wall, slightly over lapping them so they would perfectly align with the bed frame. I covered nearly half the wall behind my bed with all my posters, I'll need to get more.

 All the lifting and moving of furniture and boxes was making me kind of sweaty, so I decided to take a shower. I walked into the bathroom next to my bedroom and ran the shower. I got undressed and chucked my clothes in the laundry basket. I stepped into the running water, which was absolutely freezing because the boiler hasn't been on before we got here; stupid Vic, you should have known that.

I still wanted a shower to freshen up so I braved the coldness and began to wash my hair. I took my time to wash myself, and daydreamed about what life in this new town would be like. I tried my hardest not to think about the boy I saw this morning, but every time I tried to think of something else, he would slip back into my mind. I couldn't take it any more, I step out of the shower and wrap myself in a towel; his face is just so perfect, I have to distract myself so I can stop thinking about it.