Breathless-Kellic (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Eight

*Sorry it's taken me longer than usual. But this could be triggering, maybe, I don't know. Probably. Js*

Vic POV

It’s the end of another day at school. I was supposed to meet Kellin at Starbucks, but…I’m scared.

What was he going to say to me? Was he going to try and convince me to get help? Or maybe this was just a set-up. Maybe he had everyone in the school go there so he could blurt out my secret and humilate me. Maybe…

"Vic!"

I jumped and turned around quickly, ready to start running if I had to. But it was just Kellin, and he was smiling at me.

"W-What?" I answered quietly, still ready to take off if I needed to.

"I could give you a ride to Starbucks and then give you a ride home. I’m not going to let you walk the whole way."

I bit my lip, looking away from him and considering my options. I could go with him and just get this over with-whatever this was- or I could decline and really just go home. But somehow I knew that he would just keep being persistent.

"Alright," I gave in. He smiled at me and grabbed my wrist gently, towing me to his car. He opened the passenger side for me, shutting it once I got in. Well that was nice..

As he was driving, he kept glancing over at me. I made sure to keep my gaze on my hands, trying to avoid any contact possible. “You know I’m not going to hurt you, right?" he said. I looked up at him, meeting his blue-green eyes for a split second before he turned back to the road.

"Yeah," I responded softly, looking back down at my hands. “I know."

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"So," Kellin stated. We were sitting across from each other, coffee in hand. I was sipping at mine quietly.

"So?" I whispered. “What am I here for? And what was the third thing you wanted yesterday?"

He smiled a little at me. “This was the third thing, Vic," he answered. “And…I guess we’re here because I want to know your story."

"Why do you care so much?" I asked suddenly, sitting up straighter. “I don’t see why it matters to you."

"Because you’re special, Vic," he murmured, then blushed right after. I’m guessing that he didn’t mean to say that. “I mean, I don’t want you doing this to yourself. You’re so much better than that. And honestly, I think you’re too perfect to be harming yourself like you do."

I felt heat go to my cheeks, and I looked down. I wasn’t sure if I was blushing because of what he said, or because I was getting aggravated with him. Probably both.

"You wouldn’t think that if I told you what made me do it," I murmured, taking another drink of my coffee. His eyesbrows furrowed and he leaned forward.

"Please just tell me, Vic," he whispered. “I want to help you. And I can’t do that if you don’t tell me what’s wrong."

"What do you want to know?" I questioned. He relaxed, now knowing that I was going to be honest with him and tell him what he wanted.

"When did you start?"

"Two years ago."

He winced. “Why did you start?"

"Bullying."

"I want a better answer than that," he answered. I sighed, rolling my eyes slightly.