Mexican Sniper (Kellic)

Chapter 15: Don't You Go

I liked him. A lot. I liked kissing him and I liked being with him. I liked when he teased me and I liked when he paid attention to me. I liked the sound of his laugh and his voice in general. I liked the way he held me when we kissed and how he made sure I was comfortable with everything before he did it.

But he had left.

After this morning's events I had gone straight to campus, hoping with all my heart by the time I came home he would sit me down and tell me he liked me too. But he wasn't here when I came home.

The sheets on the couch that he usually had strewn about were neatly folded in piles and I couldn't find any of his stuff around. Nothing to reassure me he was coming back.

I sighed, rolling over in my bed and trying to force sleep. But I was wide awake, all thoughts centered on him. Was he ever going to come back? Would I ever see him? What about his mission? What about that guy?

He hadn't called me or texted me or told me where he was going. He had cut me off from his life altogether. He didn't want anything to do with me anymore and it was my fault.

It was 2 in the morning, he wasn't coming back tonight. I almost wanted to cry about it. I had fucked up, badly. I had pushed him and hadn't respected his boundaries. He told me he didn't like me, that he wasn't gay and I had persisted.

Except, he had kissed me back. He didn't push me away and he had reciprocated.

I cringed at myself and buried my face in my pillow. Why was he so complicated? Why couldn't he just tell me how he felt and why did he have to play with me like this? Did he like me? According to Josh, he did. He showed all the signs of liking me back.

But then where was he? Why had he just left me? I picked up my phone, deciding to call him and just fucking ask him. I couldn't just lie here, wondering whether or not he liked me.

I dialed the number and it didn't answer. So was he ignoring me? I almost backed out and decided to let it go but then anger hit me and I wanted to yell at him for making me feel like this. It wasn't logical, it wasn't his fault that I liked him so much. But logic was the last thing on my mind as I dialed again.

This time it picked up. "Hello? Kellin?"

I was taken aback by the voice. "Jaime?"

"Yeah, what's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked. In the background I could hear someone screaming angrily.

"Um I'm fine. Is Vic there?" I asked him but all rage dispersed and replaced with genuine confusion.

"Yeah he is," Jaime paused as the person who was yelling started complaining furiously. It was in the distance but they were loud enough for me to make out the words.

"Have you even seen him? He's just... ugh! And then he just comes to me and just grabs me and then kisses me!" It was Vic. The angry voice belonged to Vic and he was pissed at me. "I'M NOT EVEN GAY."

The next voice was much softer, calmer, patient and I recognized it as Tony's. "You've been talking about him for the last 2 hours dude. I think you might like him."

"I'M NOT GAY TONY." Vic yelled.

Jamie's voice sounded over Vic's rage session on Tony but he was clearly amused by the situation. "So um, as you can see he's very drunk and very upset."

"Yeah, I guess that's my fault." I replied. Vic was upset over me?

"You really kissed him then?" Jaime asked amused.

"Yeah. He told me that when he made out with me it had meant nothing so I wanted to see if that was true." I explained.

"Well as you can see," Jaime laughed. "It's not. He likes you man, he's just in major denial."