If I Called You Satan Would You Smile And Wave (Kellic)

3. Being Chased Through Hell And I Had No Water

I walked into Literature, my first class of the day, with high hopes that I could avoid Vic. I woke up before anyone else. I noticed that 'Mike' wasn't in his bed, and left before anyone woke up. I'm not anti-social I just didn't feel like talking to anyone this morning. I could feel stares from the other kids entering the classroom. They're probably thinking Oh it's that kid that got bashed up by Vic. Strangely enough, a kid with short golden brown hair and black glasses sat down next to me. 

The teacher finally walked in and closed the door and I was relieved that a certain somebody wasn't in class. I actually paid attention and got into the speech the teacher was giving about some book we were supposed to read. The door opened, my stomach dropped and I tried to look away.

Vic sauntered into the classroom, 15 minutes late, his hair somewhat dishevelled and his eyes seeming tired. He must have drank a lot last night. 

"Mr Fuentes." the teacher began, his voice sounding annoyed, "You're late." His words echoed on the 'late'.

Vic shrugged, found a spot at the back and replied cooly, "I know."

I watched as the teacher sighed and continued with his teaching. Shouldn't he have given Vic a detention? He should have yelled at the kid because the jerk fucking deserved it. Halfway through the period, I could hear faint music blasting from the back of the room. I turned back to see Vic, earphones blasting in his ears, his feet on the table next to him. It was so loud I'm surprised his ears haven't burst yet. An annoyed girl in front of Vic turned around and snapped at him. Vic looked up and raised his middle finger right in the girl's face. The teacher noticed this as well and didn't say anything.

Why were they giving Vic special treatment?

The bell rang and I walked out of the class faster than usual. I could hear the sound of somebody walking quickly behind me. Oh god no please don't let that be Vic. Although deep down, I wanted it to be. I turned around and faced the person. It was the kid that was sitting next to me.

He was a bit shorter than me, perhaps the same height as Vic. He looked at me in surprise, scared that I suddenly stopped.

"Hi" he said.

"Hi."

"I'm Patrick." he said with a smile and his eyes creased up in agreement.

I gave him a small smile back and shook his hand. "I'm Kellin."

We walked quietly to my next class and Patrick said, "Yeah, I know. I saw what happned in the cafeteria yesterday."

I groaned silently. Everyone probably knows about that. "Oh yeah that." I replied. He was trying to not look at the black thing around my eye. I caught him staring at it and he looked away. 

I stopped outside my next class maths and wondered if we had the same class. Apparently we did because he followed me inside. He was so shy and quiet. He sat down beside me and was greeted by a few people in the class. He smiled and replied. He was so quiet yet he had a lot of friends. Why was he wanting to be my friend?

"So how are you finding school?" he asked me.

"it's alright. I haven't really had a great start..." I mumbled back, referring to my black eye.

Patrick looked at me in worry and nodded. "Yeah, Vic. I'm so glad I only have that one class with him."

"He's my room mate." I told him quietly.

He raised his eyebrows up in surprise and whispered to himself, "Holy smokes." He turned to me and said, "I feel so sorry for you."

I smile edged onto my face as I laughed at his dorkiness.