I Don't Care If You're Contagious~Kellic [Slow updates]

You're Kellin Me

The time speed up is about how long it took me to update this
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-Nine years later-

Kellins Pov:

I sighed as I walked down the hallways of the place I've grown to hate over the years. I groaned holding my head that ached from what could only be described as a hangover from a long night of drinking and partying and stared at the ground, my black hair hiding my face as I walked to my next class.

I slid my backpack off my back and took out my time table.
"Art".
I mumbled to myself, the corners of my mouth twitching up into a small smile. The only class of the day I actually looked forward to. I walked closer, nearing my class of the hour, when I heard a sudden chant.

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"

"What the fuck." I said to myself, pushing through the crowd to get a better look on what was going on.
I got through the bunch of rowdy teenagers, seeing Oliver and a guy I haven't seen before engaged in a full blown fist fight.
"OLI! STOP!!"
I screamed, pushing past people and running up to them, grabbing on to Oli's thick, tattooed bicep, trying to get between them. He sharply let out a breath of air and looked over at me in rage and concern.

"Get out of the way Kellin! I don't want you to get hurt".

I glared at him and walked up to the mystery guy, only suddenly taking in his appearance.

He looked Hispanic, maybe Mexican, with brown, long curly locks and tanned skin. He looked pretty hot. No. Stop Kellin, your with Oli. I argued internally with myself, only just realizing I was staring at the guy.

I felt someone arms wrap around my waist, and I looked up, seeing it was Oli. He glared at the guy and tightened his grip around my waist.

"What the fuck just happened here".
I said, pushing Oli off me, demanding an explanation."I heard him talking about you with his shitty frien-".
Oli said getting interrupted by the mystery guy.

"Stay away from my friends".
He said glaring at Oli.
"Then maybe we won't have this fucking problem". He said looking down at me, him being only slightly taller than me (HAH u wish) and winked."See you around pretty boy."
He said smirking, and walked away.

I stared back at him licking my lips and looked up at Oli, his hands reattaching themselves to my waist. He groaned and kissed the top of my head.
"He pisses me off. He was talking about how hot you are to his friends and I
got carried away and punched him. I'm sorry babe." Oli said, leaning down and resting his chin on the top of my head.

"It's alright Oli dolly."
I said sighing when a sudden question popped into my head.
"Where did he come from anyways, I never seen him before." I said

"He just transferred schools here yesterday, with three other people. I hate them already, staring at you like your some piece of meat. Well your mine. And only mine." He said with his eyebrows furrowed in thought.
I nodded my head and unwrapped his arms from my waist and stood up on my tippy toes, giving him a small peck on his lips.

"I'm late to class now because of you."
I smirked giving him a look of fake annoyance. "Ohhh wow that sucks doesn't it." He said smirking, "missing class is the worst." He said raising his eyebrows in a joking matter. "It is when its art!" is said, stamping my foot and giggling. I slapped him on the shoulder and started walking to art, turning around to blow him a kiss, but by the time I turned around, he was already gone.

I raised my eyebrows in confusion, but shook it off, thinking he probably just had to get to class. What a hypocrite. I laughed to myself. When suddenly I crashed into someone. "Ah"! I gasped out a very high pitched manly scream as I fell on top of the person.

"I'm so sorry"! I rambled out a blur of apologies as he groaned and I quickly got off him and stuck out my hand for him to grab. "Don't worry gorgeous your not heavy at all, you're welcome back on me anytime." He chuckled, as I stared at him narrowing my eyes a little as I realized it was the guy who was in a fist fight with my boyfriend from before.

"Hey it's you again. Why the hell did you get in a fight with my boyfriend".
I stated, lifting him up from off the floor. "Hey hey I didn't, he came up to me and punched me in the jaw. Of course I'm gonna retaliate". He said shrugging his shoulders. "What's your name anyways pretty boy"? He said.

"What's yours"? I smirked in a joking matter.

"I asked you first".

"Well I asked you second". I stated the obvious.

"I like your humour." he said, the corners of his mouth tipping up into a smile.

"I'm Vic, Vic Fuentes."
He said smiling at me.
I blushed slightly and looked him up and down, taking in his 'punk rock' appearance, similar to mine, that consisted of a slayer hoodie and black skinnies along with vans.

"Well I'm Kellin. Kellin Quinn".
And this is my story.