Class Dismissed (Vic Fuentes) ✔️

Chapter 20

"Say Hillary, how's your face doing? Oh, not so good, I see." Vic joked in a mocking tone as Hillary and her little posse walked past our lunch table. I still wasn't sure why Vic had decided to join Hayley, Alex, Jack and me at our table, but I didn't feel like questioning it.

He already had been on my mind enough since he told me that he 'liked taking care of me'. What the heck was I supposed to do with that information and why did it make me feel so weird inside?

It had been three days but I simply couldn't shake the feeling away. And seeing him as often as I did wasn't helping either.

I looked up at Hillary as she threw us an evil glare, me in particular. Her cheek was covered in all kinds of colors... it ranged from blue to purple and even some green. She obviously tried to cover it up with a fat layer of make-up, but it wasn't working for her.

"I still can't believe you actually did that." Hayley whisper-yelled in amusement.

"I can." Alex simply stated. "She's scary as fuck, babe. She floored Jack once and threatened to cut off our you-know-whats and use them as a biology experiment."

Vic snickered and looked at me questioningly. "Fun times." I chuckled.

"You don't get that scary, right baby?" Alex then asked Hayley as he held her close and nuzzled her neck. She giggled and wildly shook her head. "Good." He whispered before planting a deep kiss on her lips.

"Oh please." I muttered as I rolled my eyes. "Get a room... like, the janitor's closet or something. I'm sure it's not occupied at the moment." Hayley pulled away from Alex and stuck her tongue out at me.

I wanted to laugh but was quickly distracted by my phone ringing in my pocket. I recognized the ringtone and knew it was my little brother. Damnit, he better not have gotten himself into trouble again. "Sorry, gotta go." I muttered as I grabbed my phone and walked off.

"Hey Bren, what's up?" I asked when I picked up the call.

It stayed quiet for a moment.

"Brendon?" I asked again.

It was then that I heard silent whimpers coming out of the speaker.

"Bren, talk to me." Now I was worried. He never cries. Well, hardly ever anyways.

"I miss dad, sis." Brendon then finally spoke up. His voice was shaky and he obviously had been crying for a while. "Why is he not back yet?"

I sighed and picked up my pace. I didn't want to talk about this in public, more or less, so I wanted to get to my dorm room as fast as I could. "Bren you know I can't answer you that." I simply told him, yet again.

"You promised he'd come back, sis." He cried out. Goddamn, I felt so bad every time he got like this. He wasn't often like this, but whenever he got high he got all emotional and he'd lock himself up in his room and cry for our dad.

"I know I did, Bren. I'm sorry. I never should have said that." His cries became more intense, along with his breathing. "Bren, you need to be a big boy and calm down okay? Get your inhaler. Do you have it with you?"

All he did was mumble a desperate 'mhm' as he cried. I heard him use the inhaler and his breathing slowly calmed down a little. "You really shouldn't be smoking that crap, you know what it does to you." I told him calmly.

"I know." He muttered in a defeated tone. "Can you tell me again about that time dad took us to Disneyland?"

I sighed softly as I entered my dorm room and sat down on my bed. I hated that he asked that of me, but somehow the story always calmed him down. So once again I told him the story as I always would. He was crying but also laughing throughout the whole thing. I smiled at hearing him laugh, although personally I kinda hated the memory. I hated all memories of our father... simply because I never understood why or forgave him for leaving.

"You remember what he said when we came back home, right sis?" Brendon then asked. I sighed again and nodded to myself. "He promised us he'd take us again someday. And maybe he will. Maybe he'll come back and take us there, sis."

"Maybe." I muttered, not really convinced about the whole idea. We then talked for a little while longer until he was completely calm again.

Every time this happened I only got angrier and angrier. Or hurt... sad... I wasn't even sure anymore what emotion I felt towards the man. After finishing the call with my brother, I grabbed the old photo book that I had hidden underneath my bed, and started looking through it. There weren't many pictures of the four of us, but the ones we did have were nice. We were all happy. It made everything so much more confusing, though.

Suddenly the photo book was snatched from my fingers. "What's this?" Vic asked as he looked at it curiously.

"Give that back!" I snarled. I kept it hidden for a reason, obviously. I didn't want anyone to see it. Not him either! I shot up from the bed and tried to take it from him, but he just held it up over his head, out of my reach. "Damn it Vic, give that back right now!" I yelled angrily.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "You're cute when you're angry, you know that?"

I groaned and tried to jump to reach the photo book, but it was useless. "Fuck you, Fuentes! Seriously, give it the fuck back!" I demanded, hitting his arm in attempt to pull it down.

Vic then suddenly threw the book behind him and lunged at me, pinning me down on my bed. "You need to calm down, lady." He ordered in a whisper. He looked at me up and down and then focused back on my face. "Why are you being so hostile towards me?" He asked with a serious frown.

"Because you're an ass, Vic!" I snarled between my teeth. My emotions were just so mixed up right now because of the crap with my brother and memories of my father; he really wasn't making any of it any better. "Now get off!" I demanded.

Vic then dropped himself beside me and pulled me up on top of him, making me straddle him as he firmly held onto my hips. And suddenly I didn't feel so angry anymore as he just lay there and smiled up at me. "You're so feisty and sassy. I like that." He then told me.

He sat up straight and let go of my hips as he faced me. "And I'm not that horrible of a person, you know."

I crossed my arms and glared at him slightly. "Yeah, well, sometimes you are." I simply stated.

For a moment we just sat there, until a mischievous smirk slowly formed onto Vic's lips. "You know- your book has been right there on the floor for a few minutes now, yet you haven't moved." He pointed out.

"Well that's because I wasn't done being mad at you." I said.

Vic moved closer, until his face was only inches away from mine. "Go ahead, be mad then. Tell me why I make you so mad." He whispered softly. His breath brushed over my lips and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks.

"Fine." I growled. "You're mean- you're an annoying dork- you bother me- you have no sense of privacy whatsoever- yet then suddenly you're there to help- you think it's fine to just kiss me and leave me thinking about it for days- you make me have these weird feelings in my stomach- and you... you just make me so mad!"

Vic raised both his eyebrows and grinned slightly. "Really, I do all that to you?" He asked, trying to sound innocent. But I could see right through his act. "Well I can't say that I'm sorry for a few of those things. Plus, you're still on top of me, so something tells me that—"

"Shut up." I quickly cut him off.

"Oh, um- are we... interrupting something?" I then heard behind me. I flung my head around to see Mike, Tony and Jaime standing in the middle of the room, all looking at us. When I noticed them all grinning like mad, I realized how the position we were in must've looked to them.

I quickly climbed off Vic's lap and stumbled over to pick my photo book off the ground. "Nope, nothing. Not interrupting anything." I quickly muttered as I pushed myself past them and went into the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and took a deep breath.

Well that was fucking awkward.

I looked into the mirror and saw that the color on my face pretty much resembled a tomato. God damn it, I couldn't believe how I just let Vic get to me like that. He made me feel things I couldn't explain, and it was so annoying.