Kellin POV
Fuck school. Fuck teachers. Fuck people. They're so nosy. They all need to know everything. All up in your business. It's bullshit. They don't need to know everything.
Maybe some people don't want help. Maybe they want to "deal" with it themselves. In their own way. They way they think will get rid of it the fastest. Maybe not the cleanest but definitely the most efficient.
Vic POV
All day the only thing I could think about was him. That beautiful green eyed boy. He's so broken inside. I can see it in his eyes.
I walk up the front steps to my house and open the door. "Vic?, is that you?" My mom calls from the kitchen. "Ya, hi mom." I walk in the kitchen, she stands up and kisses me on the forehead. She's so, touchy touchy. But I guess that's how moms are.
Kellin POV
I get off the bus and walk up to my house. Going home is the most dreaded part of my day. So let's not today.
I turn around and walk away from my house. Down the street, past the park and down an alley. I'm not sure where I'm going but I don't care as long as I don't have to go home. My mom probably won't even notice.
I find a field. I sit down against a tree and take my backpack off.
Vic POV
It's six-thirty when I finish my homework. After I do homework I like to take a walk and clear my mind.
I walk downstairs and put on my shoes. My parents don't ask where I'm going. They know where to find me. I always go sit in the field behind my house. No one goes back there.
I walk across my alley and stop when I see Kellin. He's sitting against a tree. What the hell. I've never seen him over here before.
I walk over to him. "Hey." I sit down across from him.
"Hi." He doesn't look up from playing with his hands. We sit in awkward silence for a while.
"I'm Vic." I say and smile at him.
"Okay." He answers. I'm trying to make a conversation with this kid. He obviously has no friends and it doesn't look like he went home after school since his backpack is in his lap. I'm just trying to be nice and so far it's not looking like it's going to be easy.
"Your Kellin, right?" I say. He takes a breath and looks at me with a puzzled expression.
"How do you know my name?" I almost laugh but instead I just smile.
"Why wouldn't I? Your in like two of my classes."
"I don't pay attention in class, that's why I don't know you. Sorry."
"Don't be sorry." I look down at his wrists. Not because I'm a prying little bitch but because I kind of want to help. It's definitely not my place to help. I don't even know the kid. But he has no one.
"Are you okay?" He gives me a scared/shocked expression. I shouldn't have asked that.
"Why do you ask that. Why wouldn't I be okay. Of course I'm okay." He stumbles over his words, and tugs on his sleeves to make sure they are covering his arms.
Kellin POV
Shit he knows. How would he know. I have never told anyone and no one has seen. I don't think at least.
"You just seem sad. You don't talk at school and you never look at anyone. I've never seen you smile and you always wear sweatshirts." He gives me a look that I can't read. I'm so fucking screwed.
"I should probably go home. I'll see you at school." I don't say anything. He can't go. I need to know how he knows.
