The End of it All

Chapter Four

Aside from seeming laid back, Kellin was flirty. Very flirty. He radiated a sense of confidence that I wished I could have. It just showed in the way he talked, the way he walked, the way he held himself. He was attractive, and he knew it too.

These were my thoughts as he led me out of the pharmacy and towards his friends. He walked with a purpose and I just followed him. In front of the pharmacy there was a black truck that wasn't there before.

"Fu.cking finally! What took you so long?" A voice with a distinct British accent cried. A boy sat up from the back of the truck. He had medium length dark hair that was messy and swept across his forehead. His cheeks were full and his face looked young. Some stubble was spread across his jaw, aging him just a bit. When his eyes landed on me, he raised an eyebrow. "Uh, Kellin? Want to introduce us to your little friend?"

At this, a boy next to the first one sat up. He was thinner than the other boy. His hair was lighter and longer. Colorful tattoos crept up his neck, shoulders and arms. His expression was different from the first boy's, who just seemed confused. This guy's expression was defensive and maybe even a little mad.

"This is Vic." Kellin said, resting a hand on my upper back, between my shoulder blades. His touchiness made me a little uncomfortable, but I kept my mouth shut. "He's gonna come along with us. That's chill, right?"

The dark haired boy looked at Kellin for a moment, then looked at the tattooed boy next to him who rolled his eyes.

"Kellin," The tattooed one said in a less than friendly tone. His accent was also British, but a little different than the dark haired guy's. "Could you come here please?" Kellin huffed from beside me.

"I'll be right back." Kellin grumbled, walking over to the back of the truck a little moodily. I could already sense the tension between Kellin and his so called "friends".

"He can't just come with us." The tattooed one snapped.

"Why not?" Kellin protested.

"Because, Kellin, people are fu.cking dangerous."

"He isn't dangerous, Oli." Kellin sighed, resting his elbows on the side of the truck.

"You don't know that." Oli argued. "Quit being so naive."

"I do know that. He pointed a gun at me while its safety was on, then he just let me take it." Kellin said, taking Mike's gun out of his back pocket for evidence. "I could've easily killed him, taken advantage of him, anything."

"Well then he's useless to us." Oli said, sitting back against the car. I felt a little pang in my chest. They were talking about me like I was helpless, like I was a nuisance. "Any boy you find that you think is cute can't just tag along with us. That's not how it works." Kellin groaned, running his hands through his hair.

"Come on. If we don't take him, he'll die." Kellin pleaded. "I can't let another person die. You know that."

Oli was about to reply, when the dark haired boy interrupted him.

"It's fine, Kellin." He said, ignoring the look Oli was shooting at him. "He can stay."

Kellin grinned triumphantly while Oli glared.

"You've got to be kidding me, Josh." Oli said. Josh smiled at the other British boy.

"Sorry, Babe." Josh said, although he didn't sound very apologetic. Oli groaned.

"Whatever." He said. "Kellin, you're driving."

Kellin grinned triumphantly and climbed into the car. I followed suit and got into the passenger side. Kellin started the truck and began to drive away from the pharmacy. He drove quickly, like he knew exactly where he was going. I only started to panic when we passed my old apartment complex and all of last night's memories came rushing back. I knew going with Kellin was an extremely risky decision and now, while I sat defenseless in his car, I regretted it. Although a small part of me still strived to believe Kellin was trustworthy.