I Talk To A Camera ((Kellic))

0|14| So Much For Sorting Things Out

Holy shit it's another chapter. At this rate I'll be done in 2017. Enjoy :)

~Victoria .-.

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Kellin was glaring at Vic. It was very obvious, as well. But did he care? Fuck no. Did anyone else care? Who gives a shit.

Vic knew Kellin was glaring and goddamn when did Kellin suddenly get intimidating? He was sent back to class after getting in the fight and was now in Algebra. Part him wanted to leap across the room and maul Vic like a lion and the other part of him wanted to throw him up against a wall and suck his dick.

His face hurt from where Max's foot had hit him and he really just wanted to go home and cry himself to sleep but the bitch nurse wouldn't let him. She said that he was fine. Sure, maybe he was physically fine but mentally and emotionally was a whole different story,

The nurse didn't seem to care that Kellin was ready to jump off the building and sent him back to class after an hour. Mike, Danny, and Max had gotten suspended, which was probably the only plus side to this situation.

The class came to an end and Kellin dragged his ass out of his chair and went straight to sixth period. He walked past Vic, who bumped into his shoulder much harder than necessary. "Twat," Kellin muttered, not caring if Vic had heard him or not.

The day continued on as usual and soon enough, Kellin was racing out to the parking lot and getting into his car. His mom had gotten it fixed for him so he didn't have to walk everywhere. He started his car and ended up stuck behind a few other cars leaving the parking lot.

"I'm going to run these bitches over," Kellin mumbled to himself. A group of girls had decided to stand in the middle of the parking lot to talk. The car in front of Kellin honked their horn and the girls moved and Kellin was finally able to get away from school.

Kellin got home about twenty minutes later and the first thing he did was to crawl up on to his counter and lay down. He was originally going to get a snack but sleeping on the counter was much more enticing.

He dragged his lazy ass off the counter and made some toast, now staring at the toaster. He always jumped whenever it went off and it was annoying. Of course he wasn't paying attention so, when the toast popped up, he jumped and almost fell off of the counter.

He shook his head and grabbed his toast, spreading peanut butter on it before shoving it into his face. After he was done, he washed his hands and went upstairs to the bathroom.

He hadn't looked in a mirror all day so he probably looked like the undead. Sure enough, he had dark bags under his eyes and a bruise on his cheek and jaw. His arms had a few bruises from trying to block the kicks and his torso was worse than his face.

"Fan-fucking-tastic." He muttered to himself. He washed his face off and headed to his bedroom, flinging himself on to his bed and sighing. He kind of wished that it was Vic that had stepped in mainly because he wanted to see Danny punch Vic in the face. He didn't want to think about Vic, or anything, so he pulled out his laptop and went on to Netflix to watch Breaking Bad for the five thousandth time.

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It was now Monday morning and Vic felt like a bag of dirty needles for two reasons. One, he was sick as fuck and throwing up every hour or so. Second, he missed Kellin. He couldn't get the hurt look that Kellin had given him out of his mind and the guilt would probably eat him alive.