Beast Within*Kellic*

Chapter Six

Vic POV
It's been a week since I've told Kellin what I am. As far as I can tell, he hasn't told a soul.

Good. They'd think he's crazy anyway.

He hasn't bothered anyone since then, either which is fantastic Gerard and Frank didn't have to worry about being bullied anymore, and that made me happy.

He hasn't even as so much as looked at me, and I was thrilled about that. That meant he was scared shitless of me. and who in their right mind wouldn't be?

"Whatcha thinking about bro?" mike questioned as we made our way to the lunch table.

"Just about how I scared Kellin shitless," I answered casually. He stopped walking and stopped me too.

"What did you do? Is that why he stopped bullying people? Oh god, what the hell did you do?"

"Calm down," I smirked. "He caught me feeding a few days ago and I had to tell him. He thinks that I'll kill him if he tells, and who am I to tell him any different?"

Mike have me a disapproving look. "Vic, you need to stop doing stuff like that. He's probably so scared and constantly watching his back. "

"Serves the little shithead right," I muttered. We began walking to the table again and I say next to Oli.

"Hey," he said in his soft British accent. My heart melted.

"Hey. What's up?"

"Nothing, just waiting for you," he blushed.

"Aw, does someone have a crush on me?" I teased. He blushed even more.

"No," he mumbled, playing with his sleeves.

"Can we talk after school?" I questioned softly so only he would hear. He looked puzzled but he nodded.

"Yeah," he answered. And with that, we began eating.
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"So what'd you wanna talk about?" Oli asked me as we walked to his house. I was going to spend the night at his house, if he didn't kick me out after this, anyway.

"Um, I was wondering..." I laughed nervously, running a hand through my hair. "I was wondering if you would go out with me. You know, be my boyfriend and stuff. Yeah."

He blushed intensely. "Really?" he asked, swinging his arms side to side nervously.

"Really."

"Yeah. I mean, yeah. I'll be your boyfriend and stuff," he smiled. I smiled back in relief, gathering him up in a hug.

"Thank you," I whispered into his ear. He nodded, hugging me back around the waist. I pulled back reluctantly and realized that we were in front of his house.

"Well, let's go in," I smiled.

We stepped inside and instantly made our way to the kitchen. What can I say? We were hungry teenage boys.

And, hopefully, horny.

"What do you want to eat?" Oli asked me, looking over his shoulder at me. I shrugged, sitting at his table.

"I don't care. Whatever you want."

"Are crisps okay?"

"Do you mean chips?"

He blushed, nodding. "Yeah, uh whatever they're called here in America. I don't fucking know."

I chuckled, standing and wrapping my arms around his waist. "You're so cute," I whispered in his ear, making him blush more. Then I did what I've been dying to do since I've met him.

I kissed him.

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"That was fun," I smiled as I stood outside his doorway the next morning. Oli smiled at me, nodding and linking his fingers through mine shyly.

"Wanna come over again sometime, Vic?" he asked. I loved the way my name sounded falling from his lips.

"Of course. Next weekend?" I questioned. He nodded, leaning up to kiss me one last time before turning and going into his house, shutting the door.

I turned and smiled happily, my hand on my heart dramatically. I sighed and turned to head home, seeing the last person on my mind.

Kellin.

He looked hurt, and, unexpectedly, jealous. He turned once he had realized I had saw him, ready to run, before I ran supernaturally fast at him.

I stopped in front of him, effectively stopping him too. He looked annoyed. "What?"

"Why were you watching me and Oli?"

"I wasn't," he said quickly. "I don't care what you and your boyfriend do."

"Obviously you do. What, does it bother the homophobe in you?"

His face crumpled. "I'm not homophobic," he stated. "I never was. I was just pretending to be all tough in front of you that one day when I said being gay was wrong. I, honestly, am gay too."

I was shocked. So then why was he...? "Why were you looking at Oli like that? Are you jealous of him?"

"No," he said quickly. Too quickly. "Just was in the neighborhood and stuff. Saw him and was wondering what you were doing with him. That's all. I'm not jealous of him. What would I have to be jealous of him for?" he babbled. I smirked down at him.

"Oh I don't know, maybe that he's dating me," I answered. He laughed, but it seemed fake.

"Whatever. I'm not jealous of him, never will be jealous of him. Bye."

He turned and walked away, and this time, I didn't stop him. I knew that he wanted me. It was obvious in the way that he looked at me. But if he didn't want to admit it, then that was his problem.

All I knew was that I had Oli, and I was happy.