Socially Opposed ~Kellic (BoyXBoy)

Chapter Six

Kellin's POV

I stood up. "At least I have family who likes me."I growled.

"I highly doubt that."He scoffed.

"Maggie, know her? She's my aunt and guess who was at the hospital with me along with a few of my friends."I flipped him off.

Mike shoved two things in my ears and I relaxed when I realized he was playing Asking Alexandrea through ear buds.

I gave him a thumbs up. "Good song!"

I saw Justin laugh his head off and motion for me to lower my voice. I flinched as Mr.Bostwick stormed over here and tour them out of my ears. I though he was gonna hit me in class again.

"Get the fuck away from Kellin"Justin demanded. "Can we just fucking not?! I'm tired of fighting with you Bostwick, you don't know a god damn thing about me yet you hate me to death and always will. Why? Haven't a clue! but I'm done with you!"I picked up my shit and left.

I found myself at the bleachers of the soccer field, crying.

Maybe fifteen minutes had past and I was now trudging my feet back to class. I walked in and got looks.

Fuck!

Not cry proof make up!

"Your head...? What'd you do?"Bostwick asked.

"You'd be the one to ask."I mumbled and sat back down.

So soon that was over and I was heading to Art. Justin and Mike pulled me away. We ended up going to Justin's truck and driving to my house.

"What are we doing?"I asked.

"You can't live off Vic's clothes along with for the talent show you guys need instruments. You could use mine but Tony's.... not for people using his stuff."Mike explained.

I nodded and went to the door. Of course it was locked."Give me a few to get the door unlocked."I told and climbed up to my window. Our locks different. You need a key for both ways.

I quickly found the key and undid it. Justin went into the garage and loaded instruments. Mike followed me upstairs to my room. I I gnomes the blood stain on the stair probably from my head.

Mike seemed hesitant with it but followed nonetheless. I got into my room and sat on my empty bed. There was something on my bed though, something I didn't put.

It was a paper, attached to three photos. The first was of Vic and I on my hospital bed with my mom's faded figure smiling at me. The second of my mom cradling me as a baby and the third? The third was right before she pasted.

I folded the note figuring I'll read it later and pocketed the note. "What was it?" Mike asked and sat next to me.

"Uh... Nothing important just a few photos."I smiled and stood up. "Grab the majority of your clothes."Mike told. I nodded an got a duffle bag. I stuffed a bunch of clothes in my bag.

He looked around my room and stopped when his eyes fell on a picture of my mom and I. I was about eleven. We were making silly faces, my tongue was sticking out and I had just surprised her by shaving my head so I'd be like her. She had an eyebrow raised, an eye wide, and she was showing all if her teeth.

That's my favorite picture.

Ever.

"I surprised her. I told my aunt I wanted to shave my head and a hour later I went ba-"

I stopped, not trusting my voice and my welled up tears to not fall.

"S-She cried for a few hours not believing I did it. My h-hair was the thing I loved most in the world besides her."I finally let my tears fall.