Blend (Kellic)

Chapter 15

I woke up the next morning, naked and not in my own bed. All of the memories from last night came flooding back to me and I internally sighed. I was truly an idiot.

I looked at the time on my phone- which was on Oli's nightstand- seeing it was almost nine in the morning. I quickly got up without waking up Oliver, and got my clothes. The second I stood up, I realized how big of a headache I had. I deserved it though. Especially after the act I pulled on Vic last night. I would be surprised if Vic even wanted to talk to me again.

I put my clothes on after much difficulty due to dizziness. I wondered how drunk I got last night, I do remember everything that happened, so I couldn't have been that drunk. But then again, I was drunk enough to rejected someone's feelings for me. He wasn't even asking me to marry him and elope.

I grabbed my phone and my house keys before walking outside of Oli's house. I didn't go anywhere though once I stepped onto his porch. I just stood there, outside his closed front door.

All he did was say that he likes me. So why did I reject him? What was there to reject? It's not like I could control his emotions. It's not like he could control his emotions.

I smacked myself in the head, despite my headache, for being so stupid. How could such a petty little thing like a crush compel me to throw away a perfect friendship.

"You're such an idiot," I said out loud to myself. "You've really outdone yourself now Kellin Quinn. How could you be any more of an imbecile?"

I opened my phone and dialed a number I had gotten a while back. I needed to get away. Not from Vic or Alan or even Oli, but I need to get away from myself. I know its cliche and all, but its true. I'm an actual mess. So I call the number hearing the voice I've only heard one other time speak to me.

"Hello, Taxi service, Gerard speaking," he said on the other line. His voice was a lot more nasally then I last remember, but it was okay to hear another voice that wasn't my own or Vic's. It was almost therapeutic and reassuring.

"Gee, its Kellin. The male prostitute who hit on you a while ago when you drove me to my friends house," I said. I almost laughed at how that sounded, but I didn't. Its funny, because I essentially met him after leaving Oliver's house before.

"Ahh yes, Kellin my boy!" He laughed, "I was just thinking about you. I was wondering if you kept my promise of not letting things bother you."

"Yeah something like that... Are you driving today?" I asked.

"No I'm not. Why? Do you need to go somewhere?" He asked, kindly offering me a ride.

"Yeah. I'll pay you and everything, if it isn't an inconvenience," I suggested.

"Okay, no problem. Its not like I'm doing anything anyways. Where are you?" He asked and I told him Oli's address.

"Okay, I'll be there in a little, see you then," he said before hanging up. I was so tired. I know I looked it too. I probably had under eye bags the size of the moon, with bloodshot eyes. My face was probably paler than normal, making me look sickly. And not to mention I probably still smell of alcohol, sex and sweat. I was rustic and dirty, but I couldn't do anything about it at the moment because I was focused on leaving this place. I waited ten minutes for Gee to arrive and when he did, I went into the backseat of his car not wanting to invade him.

"Hey Kellin. Where to?" he said and turned back to me the same way he did when he first drove me. His face scrunched up when he saw me this time though.

"You look like shit," he stated. I nodded my head along to his statement because I knew I did, there was no denying it.

"Um, just drive me anywhere far away from here. And yeah, I figured. I had a rough night. Well, morning," I corrected myself.