The Night Hides Scars >> Kellic A.U.

Chapter 4

"I can't believe we're actually getting a new beater." I laughed.

"I told you. I hated that old one anyway." Oli said nonchalantly, though out of the corner of my eyes, I saw him give me a sideways smirk, which told me that wasn't the only reason.

"Mhmm." I smiled but didn't make eye contact and just walked ahead of him.

I heard him chuckle behind me. I loved this. I loved being able to have fun again. I loved having someone to have fun with most of all.

We were walking into our local strip mall to do our weekly grocery shopping and, I guess, look for a new beater.

I looked around and felt the sun on my skin and a light breeze. It was truly a perfect day today.

Smiling lightly, I stopped, took a deep breath and closed my eyes. To anyone else, I would probably look completely weird.

Oli knew what I was doing, though. When I felt his hand lace itself with mine, and heard him stop and breathe deeply beside me, I knew he was doing it too.

We were both simply appreciating life, and what it was worth to us. It was worth the breath in our lungs, the scars on our hands, knees, and our hearts.

He looked over at me and smiled. I blushed and looked forward because I'd been caught already staring at him.

I felt his thumb rub up and down my hand and just like that my blush was gone.

"Ugh, fags." Behind me, I heard someone scoff.

I whipped my head around and saw three older teenage boys, the first one staring at Oli and I in disgust. They all looked somewhere between seventeen and nineteen.

Two of them were wearing highschool football jerseys standing a little behind and the third in the front. Well, he just looked like the male version of the stereotypical blonde bimbo cheerleader.

But hey, who am I to judge? I look like I should be singing in some kind of emo punk band or something.

"We were just holding hands. It's not like I slapped his ass or anything. But man, football players... Are you guys openly gay or do you prefer to hide it?" I pretended to sound charming and innocent, when it was anything but. He didn't seem to like my response too much.

"Kellin..." Oli warned, his hand still laced tightly with mine. I could feel his thumb rubbing gently up and down my hand, but it wasn't doing anything. I was fuming. This judgemental prick chose the wrong fags to fuck with.

The bimbo stepped forward. "What'd you say, pretty boy?" He growled, ignoring Oli just as much as I did.

I stepped forward too, my hand slipping out of Oli's.

"Aww, you think I'm pretty?" Mock adoration and sass dripping from my voice.

"That's it!" Bimbo swung his fist at me. I tried to put my arms up but I knew I wouldn't be quick enough.

Before he could hit me though, my arm was practically yanked out of it's socket when a hand wrapped around my wrist and I was running away against my will.

"Nice try." Oli mumbled under his breath as he dragged me away from the three boys who didn't make a move to chase us down.

The two jersey boys were pushing the front man back, yelling at him. I smirked. Looks like I'm not the only one who did something wrong here. But why the hell was he so riled up? It barely took two seconds before he threw a punch.

We ran until we made it a generally safe distance, then fell into an uncomfortably fast walk.

"Okay! They aren't chasing us. You can stop now... Oli!" I yelled his full name even louder when he wouldn't listen to me.