Hold My Heart (Kellic)

Chapter 1

This is my first fanfic ever, so sorry if it sucks. Hope you like it!  :)  There will be some scenes that involve self-harm

Kellin's POV

I set my suitcase down with a thud next to my new bed. I sighed and looked around at the room. It wasn't quite as big as my old room, but it was still nice. It was on the second story of the house, and it had a small window overlooking the street outside. Right now the room was very bare. It only had a bed and a TV set up on top of a dresser drawer. I longed to be in my old room again, but I knew that wasn't possible. My parents died in a car crash about a week ago, and now I'm living with my Uncle Billie. At the thought of my parents, my heart quickly dropped. I knew the reason that I was moving here, but I didn't want to think about it. I had to leave my old home in Los Angeles, my friends, everything. Los Angeles is now where my parents are buried.

I pushed these thoughts back from my head. If I kept them going, I would end up doing the same thing I always found myself doing when I was depressed. It was something I'd done a lot in the past week.

I jumped when I heard my uncle knock on the door before entering, even though the door was already open. He leaned against the door frame, propping himself up of his arm.

"Need some help unpacking?" he asked. I shook my head.

"No, I'm fine," I replied. He ran a hand through his messy black hair.

"Alright, well, dinner's going to be ready soon. Oh, and you've gotta sign a few forms for your school enrollment," he said before walking off. I almost grimaced at the thought of having to start a new school in two days. People at my old school were pretty accepting of me when I came out as gay, but I wasn't sure how this school was going to be. I decided that I would keep quiet until I figured everything out. My uncle knew, of course. He is bisexual, so, naturally, he was very accepting. But I've learned over time that the same can't be said for everyone. I guess I'm lucky that Billie was chosen to be my guardian, even if it is only for a few more months. I'm seventeen, and my birthday is coming up in April. It's now March. After graduation, I'll live here with him for the summer, then go off to college. But until them, I would be attending Clairemont High here in San Diego.

-2 days later-

It is now Monday morning, and I'm preparing for my first day at my new school. I was so nervous I felt like I was going to be sick, so I didn't eat much breakfast. I stood outside my house and waited for the bus. It was sprinkling outside, and I knew that it was about to turn into a downpour, so I wished that the bus would hurry. Eventually, I heard a loud mechanical groan, and the bus rounded the street corner and stopped in front of my house. I quickly stepped on and saw that it was already crowded, so I took the first seat I saw that wasn't doubled up yet. I sat next to a boy with shoulder-length brown hair and tan skin. He was probably Hispanic. And he was absolutely gorgeous. He was fiddling around on his phone before he looked up and saw me.

"What are you doing?" he asked in an annoyed tone. My eyes went wide.

"Um, I'm . . . I'm sorry. I'll just sit somewhere else," I muttered nervously. I stood back up and quickly found another seat next to a boy with long, messy red hair. I closed my eyes for a second and cursed at myself internally for being so awkward. The boy with red hair looked at me.

"Yeah, most people try to avoid him, especially in the morning. He gets cranky," the boy said with a smirk. I just nodded.

"I can see. What's his name?" I asked.

"Vic Fuentes. He basically treats everyone at this school like they're his bitch. And you don't want to get on his bad side," he replied. "I'm Jesse, by the way."