Vic's POV
I scan the classroom. There's no one that interesting. I mean, my priorities in a person are kinda hard to find being that I'm gay. "You can sit by Kellin" Ms. Young said happily. I gaze up to the left hand corner of the class and see a beautiful looking dude. He's petite and his black hair sways in front of his face as he looks up at me. I smile and walk to the empty desk. "Hey, I'm Vic". I say as smoothly as possible. Kellin tips his head and nods in acknowledgement. I sink into my chair. Throughout the whole class I try to make conversation only for him to block it out. I sigh and the bell rings. We get our stuff and walk out. I am determined to befriend this boy. I hop around him in the hallways still trying to make him talk. I turn my head for one second and see Kellin shoved against a locker
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Kellin's POV
This dude is annoyingly cute. I don't want to talk to him but he makes it hard. I don't want to open up and lose everything all over again. I can't. Vic skips around me trying to make conversation. He must think I'm an asshole. My thoughts are interrupted when Trace pushes me to a locker. I fall to the ground and he kicks me hard in the stomach. I Yelp in pain. "Having fun, faggot? You should have expected this. You're pathetic" I grasp my stomach and lay there. "HEY" I hear someone yell. I feel a thud next to me. I look and see Trace. He has a bruise forming on his face. A hand is put in front of me. It's Vic. He lifts me up and walks me to class without a word.
