Acting (Like) Enemies (Kellic)

Chapter 3:)

Kellin's POV-

I woke up the next morning dreading today. I know I'll have to forgive Vic but how can I when whenever I look at him all I can think of is how much he tortured me. People can't even lift their hand in front of me without me flinching.

Filming is postponed for about a week so me and Vic can get our shit together. I got a text from him earlier saying he would pick me up around 3 so we can go somewhere and talk in a more isolated place than a restaurant. That's probably my fault since I flipped out on him.

I don't know where we'll go but I hope I can keep my cool in the same vehicle as him. He's sending so many mixed signals. First he's flirting with me, then he's teasing me, and then he's trying to make amends. I just want to know why he tortured me in high school for being gay while he's gay himself. 

We used to be great friends, and we had some great times together. I was close with Mike, Jaime, and Tony as well. It really hurt to know how easily they could turn on me.

But that was high school. Maybe Vic could've changed? He's still drop dead gorgeous, so that didn't change, but I'm not sure about his personality. Maybe something happened to him and that's why he easily tortured me. But what could've happened?

All this thinking is giving me a headache. I'm feeling kind of dizzy too. I walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Maybe it's just the heat. The air conditioner in my apartment is very dysfunctional and its summer here in California. Great timing, right?

I looked at the time and it said 2:00, I really have to start getting ready. What do I even wear? It's summer and it's hotter than hell but I want to wear something that covers my scars. I don't like when people see them.  I settled on a black T-shirt and a shit load of bracelets. I looked through my pants and found my pink shorts. Perfect. (A/N- who else loves Kells in his pink shorts?)

I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I jumped in and let the hot water soothe my muscles. I'm really nervous. I don't know how to act around him. I'm still pissed at what he did and how he threw our friendship away, but do I ignore him, or give him a piece of my mind? I concluded that neither of those options would solve anything so I settled for just speaking calmly and telling him exactly how I feel.

I really want to resolve these issues, and then maybe I can sleep at night without interruptions from nightmares. I also really want to shoot this movie without feeling uncomfortable the whole time. My co-stars are usually very sweet so it's usually very easy to shoot love scenes with them, it's more comfortable.

For example, Tay Jardine. She was the sweetest person I've ever filmed with. Shooting the romance movie was very natural and comfortable with her. We joked around with it when we weren't filming and she knows I'm gay and she respected that. We're pretty good friends now.

I finished showering and got out. I stood in front of my full body mirror and looked at myself. I pinched the fat on my stomach and thighs and sighed. Maybe a little while longer of no to occasional food to get rid of this. I took out my scale and stepped on it. The numbers flashed on the screen and stopped at 115lbs. I sighed again. I won't stop until I'm at 100.

I dried off and put my clothes on. I then blow dried and straightened my hair. My hair may be straight but I'm sure not. I chuckled at my joke and began to brush my teeth. I can't go anywhere without brushing my teeth, thats just gross.

I looked in the mirror, satisfied with my outfit and left the bathroom. I grabbed my phone and wallet and waited. At 3:00 I looked outside and saw Vic's car there, but Vic wasn't inside. A second later I heard a knock at my door. I went to open it and saw Vic there, looking as hot as ever. He was wearing a white muscle tank top that said California on it, tan khaki shorts, black vans, and a black snapback. His luscious chocolate brown hair cascaded to his shoulders and curled at the ends. He sure got muscular and he looks fantastic.