Hard to Get (Kellic)

Chapter 5| Party Fouls and Party Poison

Vic's POV

It was finally October 31, and I was prepared to go and get wasted off my ass. I hadn't seen Kellin since our date last week, and I hadn't gone to a party in a while. This year, Halloween was a Friday, so there were plenty of parties I could go to. I glanced at the clock, shit, it was like 7:45 already. Jaime was going to pick me up in like 15 minutes. I hurried to put on my costume, which was just a pair of demon horns and extremely tight red jeans, no shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror. God, I was so hot! Seriously, I would marry myself if it was legal.

I did a few turns, then grabbed my phone, and some condoms and lube. I started rethinking it, maybe I shouldn't do this... Kellin and I weren't in an exclusive relationship though... Oh fuck it, it wasn't like he had to find out. I was taking them with me. The doorbell rang and I quickly rushed over to open the door. Jaime stood there.

"No shirt again?" Jaime asked, looking over my chest. Jaime, unlike me, wasn't wearing something provocative. He instead was wearing a blood covered shirt and pants, with very fake looking gashes glued onto his arms. Ugh, why'd he choose something so gross.

"Come on, you've known me for years, this is the only good excuse I have to run around half-naked, and it only comes once a year, I have to take advantage of it," I rolled my eyes. Did he seriously expect any less of me?

"God you are such a slut. Do you even wear shirts anymore or did you set them all on fire?" Jaime laughed, as we got into the elevator.

"Speak for yourself dumbass. Remember when you set Ms. Jackson's classroom on fire? She got so pissed and the principal called your mom," I reminded him. In high school, Jaime and I did tons of stupid shit, so a story like that wasn't uncommon.

"I didn't set the whole classroom on fire asshole...just your desk. But that's only because your 'boyfriend' kept stealing my weed, and you were being a prick and defending him," Jaime argued, trying to justify his actions. "Good thing you don't have those anymore."

I cringed as he said those words, guilt engulfing me. I should have told him about Kellin! He noticed my pained expression and gave me a questioning look.

"Oh God, Vic, no, you don't-just no," he replied in annoyance. Jaime absolutely hated it when I got into 'relationships'. None of them were serious or involved actual dating, except for maybe one, but he still hated when I was in them. My boyfriends always pissed him off, and I got 'boring' when I was dating people.

"No, no, dude, it's fine. Tony bet me I couldn't get me to sleep with this guy in a month. He's super shy, but I'm definitely getting through to him," I explained. Jaime sighed in relief.

"You scared me there for a second. I was having visions of you staying at home on Saturday nights playing scrabble with some dorky little twink..."

"I would never!" I told him, feigning hurt. We stepped out of the elevator and out into the lobby. I ignored the consier, as usual, and we went outside.

"Good, 'cause scrabble sucks, and you only go for trashy gay guys," Jaime said, as we walked down the street.

"Ugh, this is how the whole bet with Tony started. He said I could only sleep with trashy guys, so I'm going to prove him wrong," I said confidently. Tony had told me a few time already that I wouldn't succeed, but I knew I could make this happen.

"All the guys you fuck wear less clothes than you and are far drunker at parties. I'm sure all of them have assholes stretched 3 miles wide too. Face it Vic, you just like sluts. STDs turn you on somehow."

I could feel my face turn red with embarrassment. I really, really wanted to prove him wrong now. He had insulted my choices of who to sleep with before, but not to this extent. "That's not true! Remember Austin? Or that Tyler guy?" I told him.