I Miss You (kellic)

Caraphernelia

I slouched down in my seat, impatiently waiting for class to be over. This discussion was particularly interesting to me, because of the philosophy behind it. Of course Mr. Grant could only go so far as to what he could say about sexuality, but it was still very insightful. The four other kids didn't seem to pay much attention to what he was saying which was unfortunate. It got a little uncomfortable, I noticed. When Grant started explaining sexual experimenting and desires, a few of them shifted in their seats. I was a little embarrassed too, even though I hadn't done anything of that nature.

Finally the bell rang and I was out of the door almost immediately. I got to spend this whole period with Kellin, whether he liked it or not. I assumed he did, he just didn't want other people to know it. And for the most part, I did understand him, it just made me a little sad that he wanted to avoid me completely. Fuck, I getting too attached already.

I changed into my gym attire quickly, wanting to limit my time in the lockerooms as quickly as possible.

I entered the gym slowly, feeling a little dreadful of the activities that lie ahead. I really hated physical exercise, as much as I needed it.

Kellin makes eye contact with me from across the gym, "Hey fag."

A few of his friends laughed. I brushed it off, trying not to take it seriously. He was just being careful, don't worry.

I sighed and stood stood next to him as I was assigned. He scooted a little bit away from me upon my arrival, not saying anything else.

Layman blew his whistle, "Alright you little shit heads, get going. Fuentes, I need a word with you."

I froze. Oh fuck, the skipping again.

He looked back and me and yelled, "Well, come on boy!"

I nodded and jog-walked behind him to his office. We left Kellin outside casually leant up against the wall.

"The whole reason why we put you in this goddamn class is to make up for the ditching you did before. You need athletic credits boy!" He shouts in my face.

"I-I'm sorry," I mumble backing away from his tense and angry body. I don't think I've ever been this scared in my life.

"Why aren't you comin?" He asked.

I hesitate, trying to think up a believable lie, "I-uhm, well I had to babysit my little siblings while my parents were away."

Seems legit.

He sighs and scratches his head, "Well, okay. Don't fuck this up for yourself again, you hear?"

I nod and head out of his office as fast as I could. That was simply horrifying.

Kellin gets up and follows after me, whom was making a B line for the medicine balls. I did not want to talk. Even if it was to Kellin. Getting yelled at for me was one of the worst things you could ever do. It really freaked me out, being a very closed, quiet person.

"Hey, Vic," Kellin says grabbing my arm.

I pull away from his touch a little aggressively, "What?"

He gasps under his breath, "Are you okay?"

I look down and sigh, regretting taking it out on him, "Sorry. I'm fine, just, coach yelled at me and, it kinda freaks me out."

"It's okay," he says putting his hand on my arm again. I guess he really wanted to touch me today. Then all of a sudden my thoughts were clouded with the very monstrosity of my statement. Kellin touching me. Why the fuck would I put that image in my head? What's wrong with me? You don't want that. You haven't even had your first kiss yet; not counting the quick and meaningless one Kellin gave a few weeks ago. I felt my cheeks heat up from my home-made embarrassment.