Kissing In Cars | Kellic

Chapter 4

I'll be nice and skip the chapter long author's note. You're welcome. :)
-Landon
~Vic's POV~
Kellin walked me to my next class, art, which he didn't have with me. I could feel his blue eyes on me, which sent my heart into a frantic beat. He had been staring at me since choir. Why?

When we finally made it to the art room door, we stood beside each other awkwardly.
"Well, I guess this is your next class. I'll be here to walk you to lunch though," he said, his lips turning up in a lopsided smile.
"See ya."
He paused, and reached out to move a strand of hair from my eyes, before letting his hand fall on my shoulder. He cringed, as if appalled by what he had just done, before turning on his heel and walking away. I stood staring after him.

I sat in the back of the art room, once again finding myself behind Bruce. Panicking, I glanced around but no one I knew was here. I groaned quietly, wishing for the company of Jaime or Justin. As appealing as that sounded, the one I wanted here most was Kellin.

The teacher was a short, older woman. That's about all I noticed the whole class period. I was so inattentive, I couldn't even recall what her voice had sounded like at the end of the period. Sure enough, Bruce turned around and smirked at me. The teacher had left the room, and I hadn't been listening when she announced where she was going. "Aww, poor Victor. No one in here to save you,"
I glanced nervously at the clock. We still had five more minutes.

Bruce stood from his chair, his three burly friends following. I stood up as well, backing up a few paces.
"C'mon Viccy, let's go get some paint from the supply closet, huh?"
He said.
"Uhm no? I didn't think you were scared of the dark."
I said, mustering up my last bit of courage. This was my mistake. Anger flashed in Bruce's eyes, he grabbed my shirt collar and dragged me towards the closet. A brunette girl stared at Bruce hotly.
"Leave Vic alone,"
she snapped. Bruce shot a menacing glare at her, making her shrink in her seat.
"You stay out of this, Katelynn or I'll beat your ass too."
She gulped, looking apologetically at me. I didn't even stop to wonder how she knew my name. Bruce pulled me into the supply closet, shutting the door and switching on the light.

"So, Fuentes. Wanna play a game?" Bruce sneered. "No,"
I replied nervously.
"Too bad. Here's the deal: I ask a question, you answer honestly. If I don't think you're telling the truth, you get punished. Got it?"
"And if I do tell the truth?"
Bruce smiled.
"Then none of your bones will be broken, now will they?"
He rubbed his hands together.
"Alright, first question. Are you gay?"
I shook my head.
"No-"
I was interrupted when Bruce's fist came smashing into my left eye.

I screeched in pain, and Bruce kneed me in the gut.
"Shut the fuck up, you pussy. Next question: do you have a crush on Kellin Quinn?"
Wincing and cupping my hand over my eye, I shook my head again. Bruce punched me even harder in the mouth, so hard I tasted coppery liquid- blood.

"Do you wanna fuck Kellin in the ass?" I shook my head, receiving a sharp kick in the knees, which sent me crashing to the floor, knocking paint cans down. "Do you have a boyfriend?"
I gritted my teeth in an attempt to stay silent.
"Huh, faggot? You gotta boyfriend? Does he suck your dick for you?"
I shook my head again. Bruce let out a growl, delivering a final, hard kick to my chest. And another. And another. One more. He was finally done, and I was crying now. My body hurt so badly. I tried to scream, but it came out raspy and weak. I couldn't see anything, but I heard the closet door close, followed by Bruce's maniacal laughter.

The bell rang seconds after, and I stumbled blindly out of the closet and into the hallway. With my good eye, I saw Kellin walking towards me, his eyebrows drawn in concern.
"Vic, what-"
I ran into the bathroom, tears spilling from my eyes. Kellin didn't need to see me like this.

Kellin burst into the empty bathroom, guiding me into a stall and removing my hand from my eye. He gasped and disappeared from the stall, returning a moment later with paper towels. He dabbed at my bleeding mouth, seeming to make progress. He sighed.
"Did Bruce do this?"
He asked gently. I nodded, then winced. It hurt to move.

"Did he hurt you anywhere else?"
I felt myself blush slightly.
"Yeah... My chest and stomach. He kicked me."
Kellin cringed. His ocean eyes looked on the verge of spilling over.
"Erm- I could go get some ice from the office. Fake an injury."
I nodded, grinning slightly, before frowning again. It hurt to smile.
"That would be awesome."

Kellin returned a few minutes later, holding a blue ice pack. He pressed it to my eye, and I marveled (with my good eye of course) how well the blue of the ice pack matched the blue of his eyes. "You said he kicked your chest..."
Kellin said awkwardly, biting his lip. "Oh, yeah."
I replied. Despite the heat that crept up my cheeks and down my neck, I slipped my shirt off.

*****
It's about to get good, guys. Prepare your feels for spontaneous combustion.
-Landon