Stalker (Kellic) (boyxboy)

Chapter 10

The day of the Galla Vic's mind was somewhere else. It was Saturday night and he was preparing to go pick up Kellin. Anxious nerves buzzed through his veins. His paranoia levels were no where near his frustration. He just wanted Jaime to leave him alone. Leave them alone.

But it seemed he was always going to be there. Behind him, around him, with him. And that worried Vic. It worried Vic like the thought of dying itself did. And Vic needed the reassurance that he wasn't going to die, he couldn't have that reassurance though, because with Jaime out there, anything could happen.

Vic couldn't properly fix the tie and the grumbles leaving his mouth proved he was losing faith in the simple idea of wearing a tie.

"Fuck this." He yanked off the black constricting material and threw it to his bed. Giving up with a groan, he eyed his reflection in the mirror, wondering if he would look suitable enough as he was.

"Marcella!" He called out to his maid. She was the only one who worked at the house for him, along with his butler, David. The small woman scurried to the door and smiled once she saw Vic smoothing out his black button up shirt.

"Yes?" She spoke. He looked over at her and smiled, she was like an aunt to him. The small lady with a heart shaped face, green eyes that glittered with warmth, and the slight Hispanic accent was someone who he could trust and rely on. She was almost more than an aunt. Perhaps even a mother.

"I'll probably be coming home late, so don't stay too long. And I'll have two guards escort you to your home." He told her before spraying his cologne on.

"Oh señor, that won't be a problem. I don't need the guards." She waved him off. Vic shook his head, he didn't want someone close to his heart getting hurt.

"I'm sorry, but I have to. It's for your safety." She simply nodded her head and went over to fix the collar of his shirt.

"You look good, who's your date again?" She wondered. Vic's cheeks held a warm blush to them as he said Kellin's name. Marcella grinned as she passed his blazer to him.

"Do you have a picture? I'd like to see this Kellin." Vic's blush darkened when he spoke to Marcella again. He didn't want to seem too attached to Kellin.

"I-. . . I actually don't have one." Having at least one picture of the boy wouldn't be that crazy, so he was determined to get one tonight. She tsked and shook her head at Vic. "Oh Victor, have you learned nothing, mijo?" She smoothened out the black material before turning towards the bed to fix the tie.

Vic checked the time on his watch. It ticked to 9:37. "Marcella, I'm sorry, but I have to go. I'm going to pick up Kellin."

Marcella smiled knowingly. "What?" Vic questioned her reflection from the mirror. "Nada. Nothing." She ushered him out of his room to the stairs.

"Tell me." Vic said to her. "It's nothing, go pick up Kellin." Vic smiled and said his goodbye before leaving.

The wind blew his brown curls back and forth, he slid his sunglasses on and pulled his car keys out of his pocket. The night was young and he planned to make the most out of it. After he was comfortable in his seat, he put the key into the ignition and turned the heat on.

Kellin readjusted his tie for what could've been the millionth time that hour.

"Ugh! Matty, I can't get this shit right!" He shouted, frustrated. Matty waltzed into the room with a bag of Doritos in hand.

"Here, lemme help." He said while simultaneously wiping his fingers on his shirt.

"The fuck do you plan on doing while I'm gone? Pity party?" Kellin murmured, smiling as Matty rolled his eyes.