In Reality || Kellic [boyxboy]✔

Chapter Five

Oh god, no. No, no, no. Anyone but him.

"Hey Kellin", he said softly, "What's wrong?" Fuck him and his caring thoughts. I really wanted to hate him, because he was a major asshole, but he was making it kind of difficult, although I was sure I didn't have "a thing" or whatever for him. I sniffed and hoped, he'd just leave, but he sat down next to me instead.

When he first put his arms around me, I was tense, but soon leaned into his touch, crying again. He didn't seem to mind at all, which surprised me a bit. Oli was usually the tough guy, never showing any emotions.

I really didn't know how it happened, but before I knew it, Oli's lips were on mine and I actually kissed back. He grabbed my hands and intertwined our fingers, never breaking the kiss.

I wasn't sure why I even kissed back. Yeah, I was attracted to guys. But Oli? Rather not. I didn't like him, did I? No. Perhaps, I was just desperate for affection. I was selfish and desperate for affection, that was it. It felt nice, kissing and being kissed, but the tingling feeling in the pit of my stomach people always describe was nowhere to be seen. I felt nothing for Oli, just like I hadn't felt anything for him at the party.

When I pulled away, he smiled and wiped at my wet cheeks. "I have to go.", he whispered, "Will you be okay?" I just nodded, so he got up with one last smile and walked away. I followed him with my eyes, until he melted into the darkness. I sighed. Great.

I looked at my phone again and had three texts from "Jack".

Him: dude the local park is scary af

Him: why are there people making out

Him: ANSWER ME

People making out? That had me thinking for a few seconds. It had to be a coincidence. I looked up and saw a lit phone screen coming toward me. The face above it looked familiar. Vic.

When he saw me, his face went from a mixture of happy and scared to annoyed and bored. Why did he hate me so much? He kept walking and sat down a few benches away from me. I wasn't gonna give up like that.

I slowly trotted over to him and sat back down. He looked at me expectantly. "Are y-", he cut me off immediately. I hated how he would never let me fucking speak. "Kellin, how many fucking times do I have to tell you until you get it? I'm not coming to your damn game!" That was actually what I was gonna ask him, but since I wasn't even able to finish my second word, it could've meant anything, so I played it off nonchalantly.

"If you would've let me talk, for once, you would've known, that I was gonna ask how you were, but whatever. Excuse me and my friendliness, we have to go home.", I snapped. He was frustrating me so much. He looked like he was going to say something, but then decided against it.

I got up and made my way home, without looking back, although the temptation was big, because I could feel him watching me.

Maybe I did have a tiny crush on him. Probably only, because I had an excellent gaydar and... Ya know.

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The next morning, it was Friday, the day of our game. (A/N; sorry if the days and stuff don't always make sense I might fix that when I feel like it but I'm lazy and unorganized so deal with it) It was 3pm, but coach McKinnon, aka Jeremy, wanted us to practice again, plus warm ups.

When I arrived, almost the whole team was already there, running, passing soccer balls or talking. I got changed quickly and joined them. After warm-ups and two rounds of practice, we still had an hour till the game started, so I sat down with my teammates. We talked a lot, about random shit, mostly girls though.

I couldn't care less about girls. That, for example, was one of the reasons I was afraid of coming out to the whole school, even as bi. (If I was bi) I was scared, I wouldn't fit in. People at my school weren't exactly homophobic, but I was sure that I'd be treated differently, and I didn't want that.

We'd sometimes joke about things like fucking in the showers after practice, but I didn't see why it was funny, weird or even disgusting to some people, if you'd rather have a dick up your ass/put your dick up someone's ass, instead of sticking it into a girl. Nobody gets hurt, all the homos are happy. I don't see a problem, but that's besides the point.

So when the game finally started, Jeremy gave us one of his stupid pep-talks before we went out onto the field. The tribunes were full. When I saw the other team, I internally smirked. They didn't look to intimidating or anything, so I didn't worry all too much.

I was still nervous though. I always was, when it came to soccer. I was fairly confident about my soccer skills, but there was always a chance for me to fuck up or embarrass myself. Plus I really needed to be good at soccer, since it was the only thing I actually had a chance at being good at. I would need a scholarship as soon as I graduated, since my grades were always pretty bad, if anything, average, with a bit of good will.

I scanned the tribunes again, and then I saw something I hadn't expected, and that made my heart skip a beat. Sitting there, first row, was Vic. He was staring at me and I gave him a small smile. I felt like I couldn't do anything wrong now. He smiled back slightly and looked back down to his phone.

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A/N; yes second update today bc I can and all of you people reading this motivate me so much and it makes me really happy especially the comments thank you so so so so much ily