The fault in us (Quills) (Kellin Quinn & Justin Hills) (boyxboy)

Chapter 1

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So here is the first chapter of the new story and there will be just this one, and only one warning. This story can be truggering and contains smut, so be aware of this!

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Kellin's P.O.V

"Just stop, Justin!", I was screaming at him, the tears rolling down my cheeks, making me seem like a little girl, but I couldn't be bothered by this right now. My cheek was hurting like a bitch due to his slap but this was the least of my problems. I hated this, I hated this guy in front of me and the whole school. It was like a hole of hell and I have to go here almost another two years. I looked up at Justin although he was just a bit taller than me, catching his fucking smug grin which made my stomach flip in a negative way.

"Why though? You can't do anything, you little faggot and I know you're too scared to tell someone about our little secret...", he was laughing at me and it gave me shivers down my spine. He should stop, he should stop hating me and I just could pray that it will be over before someone would search for me. It was lunch break and I was supposed just to do my little business before I would go back to my friends and eat my lunch.

But like always Justin found me before anyone else could do and was having his little fun with me. My heart was pounding fast and hard in my chest, pumping the adrenaline through my veins but it wouldn't change anything. I was frozen in front of the sinks while Justin was just standing like two feet away from me, scaring the shit out of me.

"What do you think you're doing, Bostwick, huh? Just walking through school like the good boy you are although I totally know that you aren't the good boy..."

"You don't know shit! You don't even know ME!", I was shouting at him and thought about a way to leave the bathroom before he could lay his hand on me once again. It wasn't that bad today and usually he wasn't slapping or beating me in the face or on the arms, just because he was careful to not show any signs of his fucking abusing.

"That doesn't matter! I know what you are and you deserve every single beat-"

"Oh Justin, here you are. We need to hurry up, football practice is starting soon.", Jack was interrupting our little talk and I felt better immediately. Although Justin's friends weren't mine and they all kind of disliked me but they always saved me from more beating. Just because the blonde guy didn't want his best friends to know. Justin looked at me one last time before he turned around and was about to leave me alone in the restrooms of our High school.

"See you Bostwick." A last grin before I was finally alone, sinking down on my knees and trying to stay calm. The sobs were coming before I could do something against it but I had to stay calm. My school day wasn't over yet and I couldn't skip band practice again. I just couldn't not when I was about to learn how to play guitar and really wanted it. With shivering hands I wiped the tears from my cheeks and pushed myself up from the ground. I would bet that Gabe and Jack were already missing me and I knew that I couldn't hide this bullying much longer. Not that at least. They already knew that Justin hated me and that he was shouting shit at me, but they didn't know that he was abusing me though.

With a last look in the mirror and straightening my clothes I took my backpack and was leaving the restrooms, still looking around for Justin and nearly crashing into someone.

"I'm sorry...", I mumbled, not really bothering with who I was bouncing together. Not that it would matter, I was not that big or strong that I could hurt anyone.

"Look where you're going Quinn.", someone hissed and I looked up, meeting the eyes of Vic Fuentes.

Great. This wasn't just my day. Although Fuentes never did anything, he always loved to tease and bully me with words, scaring me but most of the time it just didn't work. I was the person who would just ignore this but today I was on the verge of the edge that just those words were enough to bring back the tears.