Stalker (Kellic) (boyxboy)

Chapter 3

Matty ended up just laying on the cold tiled floor of Kellin's kitchen and Lynn on the kitchen table.

Kellin, luckily, didn't throw up at all.

"Fuck, guys what time is it?" He rubbed his eyes, attempting to get rid of the oncoming headache as he stumbled to the kitchen for water.

"It's only about to be 8:30." Lynn groaned miserably as she laid back on the kitchen table again.

"Fuck me, I'm never drinking again." Matty mumbled as he rolled onto his stomach. Kellin got himself a glass and filled it up with water. Then he gulped the whole thing down with a pill to stop from being hungover. He filled the cup back up and passed it to Matty who then passed it to Lynn. They also took pills.

They were all comfortable enough with each other to do things like that.

"Guys, I have to get to work." Kellin tried running to his room but ended up dragging his feet as he got ready. He went for a salmon button down, and black skinny jeans. Which he struggled to put on by the way. He barely managed to button the shirt up all the way before grabbing his black sunglasses off the dresser next to his bed. Then he got his laptop and shoved it messily into his satchel.

"Don't worry, I'll drive you." Matty offered. But as he tried sitting up he groaned and rolled back down.

"Nope, fuck it. You're on your own, bitch." Matty cried.

"It's not like you would've gotten far anyway, this is New York." Lynn called out.

"Guys, go sleep on my bed, I'll be back later with food." Kellin ran down the few blocks it was to the tall steel building and made it with ten minutes to spare. He also got a coffee that was slightly warm. When he entered the lobby, some people gasped while others gawked. He knew he was almost late but they didn't have to point it out.

He hurried to the elevator and got in and smashed his finger on the button to the top floor.

Fuck, I hope I don't look like shit.

He closed his eyes as it dinged and ran out. Kellin shouldn't have ran because he ran right into Mr. Fuentes.

Again, his coffee spilled all over him. He was going to come in the elevator.

Not anymore.

"Don't even worry about firing me, I'll just make my way back downstairs." Kellin muttered as he pulled off his shades.

My ass is so sore.

What Kellin would do to sleep with that guy again, he just wished he could remember all the details.

Starla wasn't here today. She must've taken the day off. That left Kellin with Vic's wrath in the empty floor. You could probably hear his heart thudding in his throat.

The coffee stained Vic's light blue button up and almost got on his gray blazer. Kellin forgot his blazer. His tattoos were on display and that most likely explained everyone's gasps in the lobby.

"Sorry, sir."

Kellin closed his eyes and put his hand to his temple, rubbing to try and soothe away any pain he might've still had. Vic's eyes trailed down Kellin's exposed arms, eyeing the tattoos.

"Still being a bad boy, Kellin?" Kellin stopped all his movements and looked up at Vic who smirked at him and walked off to his office.

"What the hell?" Kellin didn't even know if he was fired or not. But he guessed he wasn't since Vic didn't say anything.

Kellin shuffled to Samantha's desk and sat there. She wasn't here so she couldn't tell him to fuck off.

His words rang in Kellin's ears, quite annoyingly too.