The Envy Of The Dead (KELLIC)

Chapter 1

---Kellins POV---

I woke up to the sound of my loud alarm going off on a cardboard box beside my bed. I reach over and smack it, forcefully sending it flying across the room. It keeps beeping. I eventually get up and switch it off. I groan, knowing it's my first day in my new school. My dad and I moved last month here in San Diego, after getting evicted because my dad was too drunk all the time to pay the bills.

I groggily wipe my eyes as I head into the bathroom. I look in the mirror, my eyes falling on the few bruises littered down my left arm that my dad had given me last night for arguing with him. I find some bandage in the drawer and wrap my arm with it.

Looking back into the mirror, I notice my greasy hair. I hop in the shower, quickly cleaning myself before drying off and slipping on some black ripped skinny jeans and a Bring Me The Horizon hoodie.

I blow dry my hair in record time, grabbing my backpack and heading out of the door without saying bye to my dad.

The walk to school wasn't terrible because I remembered to bring my headphones. I slip them into my ears and press on Spotify, the sound of Pete Wentz's voice filling my ears as I walk about 15 minutes to my new high school.

I walk through the double doors and look around at all the unfamiliar people around me. It started making me a little nervous as I walk through the hall with all these strangers surrounding me. I pull out the little slip I made with my locker number and combo. Alright. 1011. I follow the row of lockers, keeping my eyes set on the numbers until i reach mine.

I notice a group of annoyingly loud guys right next to my locker. I roll my eyes, ignoring them as I glance down at the small piece of paper. 10....29....06... I mutter to myself as I try it over and over, but it doesn't seem to be working.

I groan in frustration, weakly punching the locker as the group goes quiet a few of the guys turn their head to look at me. Oh shit. Most of them look like they could beat me to a pulp with ease.

I chuckle awkwardly. "Um...sorry...." I mutter sheepishly. I exchange eye contact with each one of them until my eyes fall on a particular Mexican with long curly brown hair. Hot damn.

This dude had a cap on backwards and was wearing leather pants and a Mickey mouse shirt. He was also super short. He had bold brown eyes and a nose ring. He must be popular, I thought to myself. He looks cool. And quite honestly, he's pretty cute. He wouldn't be interested in me in a million years though, so I quickly shake the thoughts.

"Oh it's fine...Do you need help?" He asks, his eyes studying me with something I don't recognize in them. "Uh..." Fuck. say something you're embarrassing yourself!! "Yeah that would be great."

I hesitantly hand him the slip of paper I'm holding, still being cautious since I don't know this dude. He does the combination, and as expected it doesn't work. He looks confused for a second but then flips it over and starts cracking up, looking at me. "Did you realize you had the paper upside down?" He says after his laughing dies down. I pull my hands into my sleeves, feeling mega embarrassed.

He opens up my locker for me, smiling at me. "My name's Vic" he says cheerfully, holding out a hand towards me. I flinch a little, hopefully subtly, but when his face twists into one of concern, I know he saw. I ignore that and I pull my hand out of my pocket to shake his. "Uh.. Kellin" I mumble, almost stuttering. Fuck, why am I so awkward?

He turns, going back to...pulling stuff out of the locker right next to mine. What is he doing? Wait. Is that his locker? I decide not to ask, instead putting some of the contents in my bag into my locker.

After walking around the school for 10 minutes to get familiar, the first bell rings and I reach to get my schedule but then I remember I never got it back from Vic. Great. I have no idea where to go. I sigh in defeat as I realize I'm going to have to go to the office to get a schedule. I talk to the office ladies that are wearing extensive amounts of makeup. Okay. Classes acquired; I think to myself.