Spectrum. (Kellic)

Chapter 6

I'm gonna apologise again that I'm annoying and slow to update but now it's the holidays and I have nothing to do with my life so I honestly will try and update more. Sorry for being an awful writer as well, and thanks for still reading this.
-Poppi {*>*}

Later that afternoon, Vic was out, and so Jack was in. My offer to pay him in beer was well accepted. He'd receive two cases for an A, one and a half for a B, one for a C, a half for a D, and nothing if I were to fail. Jack was lucky, he didn't even have to try and he got great grades, whereas I worked my ass off and just passed by. It'd been this way since high school, he was easily at the top, still having time for football and girlfriends and socialising.

"You should just learn how to do this, and I wouldn't have to help," Jack lectures, cross-referencing three books and a laptop almost simultaneously.

"Dude, it's hard. This shit takes me hours." I reply.

"It's easy, look, read page 230 in this one, and compare it to this," he points to two passages in two thick books, each clearly about 100 years old, "Here it says..." And so he switched on his lawyer head, talking in jargon that I probably should have had a slight understanding of.

"I'm not paying you to teach me, Jack, I just want you to do it for me." I sigh.

"But that won't help you. I thought you actually wanted to study law, and you'll need to know these things."

"Oh, come on, this is just something to fall back on. I have dreams."

"When did that change?" He laughs, "Last time we spoke, this was the dream."

"It changed sometime around my new roommate."

"Oh god, Kellin! I don't wanna hear it."

"You're not shy about telling me!" I exclaim. And it's true, usually when he's around, the only thing I hear is tales of him and his girlfriends. I suppose the fact that I would be talking about other guys grosses him out.

"Kellin, please just look at this for a minute." He says, dragging me from my thoughts.

"What?" I sigh, leaning over to see what he was trying to show me.

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It was only another half hour before Vic barged in, followed by his flock of Mexicans. "Kellin," he begins, dumping his keys to the side before looking up and seeing Jack and I at the kitchen table.

"What?" I ask, but continue before he can answer. "Why are you even here? You told me you'd be out till late."

"Hm." He shrugs, "Changed my mind."

He struts to the fridge, then tosses cans of beer to his friends, who have all settled themselves, feet up, on the sofa, except for Jaime, who is spread across the pool table in the corner.

We decide to ignore them and Jack tries to continue giving me books to read, but I'm, well... distracted. Suddenly, Vic turns his head to the side, "Kels, come here."

"No, I'm busy. And don't call me that." I reply.

"You're not busy, you've just been staring at me for five minutes. And why shouldn't I call you Kels? I like that name. It's cute. It suits you."

I swear, this boy will be the death of me.