Hold Onto Me (Koli/Kellic) (EDITING)

Chapter 17

A/N: double update tonight bc I feel like it. Have I mentioned there's going to be a sequel? Because there's going to be a sequel ;)

ONE WEEK LATER, FRIDAY

The night I disappeared off the face of the earth for a day is one Oliver refuses to forget about.

He's still nagging me, asking if something happened. I told him nothing happened, that I wasn't feeling good and my phone died before I got to text him back.

He didn't believe me, but oh well. He'll never get the truth out of me. Not in a million years.

Things have been going good in our relationship. Nearly perfect, and I've found myself waiting for shit to happen, for this happiness to fade.

I hope it won't.

Vic still isn't talking to me.

To say I'm shocked when a week and a half after all the events with Vic went down, he decides to start talking to me once again in the middle of the hallway before seventh period, would be an understatement.

I'm walking down the hallway to my seventh period class which is just around the corner when I hear footsteps coming up behind me, and feel a tap on my shoulder.

I turn around, and almost drop my books when I see who it is.

Vic.

"Vic..." I say somewhat awkwardly. "Hi."

"Kellin." He greets, shifting from foot to foot. "Can we talk? In private, maybe?"

I nod. "Yeah okay."

Might as well. I was looking for an out for seventh period anyway.

Vic looks around for a second before he grabs me by the hand and pulls me into an empty classroom.

"Isn't a class going to start here?" I ask.

"Nah, the teacher is out sick and they couldn't find a substitute, so. As far as I know, it'll remain unoccupied. Other than us, that is."

I take note of the nervousness in his voice.

"So..." I start. "What did you want to talk to me about?"

I set my books down on one of the desks, and hop up so that I can sit on it.

Vic takes a seat on the desk next to me. "Us. Everything, really."

"You've gotta be more specific." I joke, hoping to lighten the mood.

"Well," he starts. "What you did last week really hurt me. I was heartbroken, because...Well you know I have feelings for you. I know you didn't mean to hurt me, at least I don't think you did, and I've forgiven you, if only because I miss my best friend."

I smile.

Relief floods through me at his words. I was beginning to worry that he would never forgive me, that our friendship would be truly over.

God, he's such a good person. If I was him, I wouldn't forgive myself. I say that.

"I'm so happy you've forgiven me, though you probably shouldn't. I'm a horrible person for doing that. I didn't mean to hurt you, but I did because I was being selfish and only thinking of myself, and my feelings."

I anxiously swing my legs back and forth against the desk.

"You're not a horrible person. Yeah, you shouldn't have lead me on, but everyone makes mistakes. I could go on hating you and suffer because not only would I be losing my best friend, but I'd be pushing away the one person who truly understands me. Or I can forgive you. Forgive and forget, and move on."