Kissing In Cars | Kellic

Chapter 1

~Vic's POV~
"Are you sure you'll be okay?"
My mom asked from the driver's seat. I grinned.
"Mom, I'll be fine. Don't worry; it's only school."
Her brow furrowed, but she unlocked the car door anyway.
"Alright. I love you, have a good day," She paused before asking if I had my phone on me, in case I needed anything. Laughing, I climbed out of the car and waved goodbye.

I was shoved instantly into a crowd of kids, all pooling into the school as a bell rang out across the front lawn. "42E... 42E..."
I whispered to myself, squinting down at my schedule and at the lockers lining the walls. The halls had cleared significantly before I finally found my locker. I tossed my backpack on the tile floor and twisted in the combination on my schedule. I flipped the latch up, but my locker wouldn't budge. I tried again, going over the steps in my head. Twist to the first number, 13... The second, 32... All the way around once, then the last number, 44... It still wouldn't open.

I looked around me at the empty halls, my heart pounding, anxiety pulling me under.
What if I can't find someone to help? What happens if I'm late to my first class? Will I be in trouble? What if the other kids laugh at me?
I fought against the rising panic, peering around again. There was only one person left in the hallway. He stared at his feet, dark hair falling over his face. He was walking towards me.

"Um... Excuse me?"
I said quietly, hoping he could hear me. He looked up suddenly, searching for the source of the voice. He looked almost as if he didn't believe anyone had spoken to him, until his eyes landed on me.
"Are... Are you talking to me?"
He asked in a soft, tenor voice. I nodded, jerking my thumb towards my locker.
"Yeah. I can't get this to open."
I said. The boy smiled lightly, lengthening his stride to reach me sooner. I handed him my schedule and used his preoccupation to my advantage- I stared.

His skin was a pale porcelain color, contrasting mightily with his dark hair, hanging halfway to his shoulders. His eyes were electric blue, his lips a drained baby pink. He was beautiful, in the sort of way that way that made you wonder if he was an accident, born to be something else. Something more.

After a moment, he pulled my locker open.
"There you go, er..."
I'd seen enough movies to know this was my cue.
"I'm Vic. And you are?"
I asked. A faint blush crept up on his chalky cheeks.
"Kellin. So, I'm guessing you're new here?"
"Yeah, I've been homeschooled most of my life."
Kellin laughed.
"Welcome to hell."
I cocked my head in confusion.
"Um- what?"
Kellin turned, if possible, even paler than before.
"Nothing, I'm sorry. Just because I hate it here doesn't mean you will. I'm sure you'll get along fine with the others. Do you need help finding your next class?" His voice sounded strained, as if he were struggling to make conversation. I sighed in relief.
"Yes, actually. This place is so huge..."
I shoved my backpack in my locker, pulling out a few things before turning back to Kellin.
"We'd better get going; we're going to be late. On the bright side, we have first hour together."

He led me down a series of halls before we entered a small room with black lab tables. The board read 'Welcome to Chemistry'. The teacher stood at the front of the room, giving a speech on safety. He was large, with a balding head and hazel eyes.
"Ah,"
he said as we walked in.
"Mr. Quinn, nice of you to join us. And... Mr. Fuentes, I'm assuming?" The class snickered loudly. Nodding, I sat beside Kellin at a table near the back of the room, silently cursing the awkward slur that is my last name.

The rest of class went on boringly, much more boring than my home lessons had been. Kellin Quinn. I tossed the name around in my head, trying to evade the stares of classmates around me. I learned the teacher's name was Mr. Fryer, after vaguely hearing a girl address him from the front of the room. She was the only one in class managing to stay fully awake.

I stared longingly at the clock. 20 more minutes. I snuck a glance at Kellin, who was watching Mr. Fryer, but didn't seem to be paying attention. One pale hand rested on his cheek, while the other sat, open, on the table between us. My head spun frantically, my heart thumping an indecipherable beat in my chest.
Why do I want to touch his hand? What's happening to me?
I stared at it longingly for an eternity longer, before tentatively placing my hand in his.

Kellin glanced in surprise at me, his cheeks flushing red. He didn't pull away. Instead, he smiled and laced his fingers with mine, sending a wave of joy through my veins.

*****
Hai!! This is my first fanfiction, I hope you're enjoying it so far! If you have any suggestions, feel free to comment. :) I'd greatly appreciate your follows and votes as well! Bye for now, I'll be updating soon. I love you all, and thanks again for reading!
-Landon