The Blame Game (Kellic)

Chapter 6: I Hate This Flavor With A Passion

  Vic's P.O.V:

  "Now we need to figure out a way to light it", I said, once we had enough wood to start a fire. It was starting to get chilly out here.

  "I'll do it", Kellin muttered under his breath.

  "How?", I asked, raising an eyebrow.

  He pulled out a lighter from his back pocket.

  "Why do you have that?", I asked, eyeing it suspiciously.

  Kellin rolled his eyes and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. My eyes widened.

  "You smoke?!", I asked.

  "Sometimes", he shrugged, lighting the fire and also a cigarette.

  He inhaled the toxic and blew it out slowly. I couldn't look away from the way his lips breathed in the poisonous air.

  "Want one?", he asked. I snapped out of my daze and shook my head.

  You're supposed to hate him. He's a dick. A selfish, stupid, arrogant, cocky, egotistical dick.

  But the way he inhaled and exhaled the toxic perfectly had my stomach bubbling up with feelings that I had pushed to the very back of my mind.

  "Those things are gonna kill you", I muttered.

  "It's not like I'm addicted to them", he scoffed, "Even if I was, why the hell do you care?".

  "I don't", I lied.

  Truth be told, I didn't hate him; not at all. I just..I knew I could never have him, so I figured if I made myself hate him, then my feelings for him would fade away.

  So far, it hasn't worked at all.

  I pushed the thoughts from my head. I just need to survive this without blurting out my feelings for him.

  That shouldn't be too hard..right?

  Kellin's P.O.V:

  I noticed Vic shivering. He was only in a pair of jeans and a tank top.

  I was used to the cold. I used to live in Michigan before we moved to San Diego, and it was cold alot, so I was fairly used to it.

  Vic, however seemed to be freezing his Mexican butt off.

  I rolled my eyes and dug in my backpack.

  "What are you doing?", Vic asked. I could see him looking at me. The sun had fully set and the only light source we had was the fire.

  "You're gonna freeze to death", I muttered, throwing him my sweatshirt.

  He caught it and rose an eyebrow.

  "If you freeze to death, I won't have anyone to guide me home", I said.

  Vic rolled his eyes and threw the sweater back.

  "I don't need it, Quinn", he said, sounding annoyed all of the sudden.

  What crawled up his ass and died?

  "Put it on, Fuentes", I ordered, throwing it back.

  Vic shook his head stubbornly, and instead wrapped his arms around himself.

  I sighed and got up, walking closer to him. Vic rose an eyebrow and before he realized what I was doing, I pinned him down and started shoving the sweater on him.