Beast Within*Kellic*

Chapter Seven

"No, you're cuter," I argued with Oli as we walked down the halls to our next class. He giggled, saying that no, I was cuter.

We were cute like that.

Kellin gave us a sly look of disgust as we passed him in the hall. I heard him mutter the words "sick love-birds" under his breath, but I didn't let it bother me.

After all, he wasn't jealous.

I linked my fingers through Oli's as we got to his History class, where we would part until lunch time. I really didn't want to leave him, but I knew that I would have to.

I pouted playfully. "I'm going to miss you," I told him cutely, swinging our hands.

He smiled, looking down. "I'll miss you too. Even though we only have to wait until lunch to see each other."

"That's a whole hour," I whined. He grinned and I sighed overdramatically, leaning in and kissing his forehead. "Miss you," I reminded him.

"Miss you too, Vic," he chuckled, going into his classroom. I sighed dreamily. He was so perfect.

I knew that I was going to be late for class, but I didn't particularly care. After all, it was only art....with Kellin.

I don't know why it bothered me so much that I had so many classes with Kellin. I'd been having more and more dreams about that mysterious boy, but every time, I knew it was Kellin that I was dreaming about. I still didn't remember what the boy looked like, but I knew it in my gut that it was Kellin.

Did that mean I was destined to be with him, only to have him walk away?

I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to think about anything other than hazel eyes and crooked smiles.

But, unfortunately, in the middle of class, I got hungry. And not for food.

I sighed impatiently, glancing at the clock routinely. I knew that I'd have to make some excuse to Oli about why I was leaving so early, but it was better than biting his pretty little neck and feeding from him.

"What's wrong?" I heard someone whisper behind me. I turned and saw the last person I wanted to, but he might be able to help me.

"Kellin," I said in a quiet, fierce voice. "I need to feed, and I need to feed now. Unless you want me feeding from someone in this room, you're going to help me."

He looked afraid. "What do I need to do?"

"I'm going to run out of the room and act sick, and then you're going to volunteer to follow me-don't give me that look, I don't even want to feed from you. Anyway, then you're going to show me the way to the office, I'm going to call my parents to get me out of school, and hallelujah, no one gets fed from. In here, anyway."

"Okay," he said slowly. "When are we doing this?"

"Now."

I stood from my chair and ran out of the door, one hand over my mouth and the other on my stomach. I ignored the shouts of the teacher, grinning when I heard Kellin volunteer to take me to the nurse's. A few moments later, he joined me out in the hallway.

"That was easy, although he's a little pissed," Kellin smirked lightly, referring to our teacher. I shrugged.

"It's fine, he'll get over it. It's Thursday, anyway. He'll forget about it. Anyway, I need to go, like now. Before I feed from you, preferably."

"Please go," he begged. I smirked at him smugly.

"Scared?"

"A little," he admitted. "Would it hurt if you fed from me?" he asked curiously.

I shook my head. "No. You'd feel a pinch and that's it. And, depending on how much I take, you wouldn't pass out or anything. That is, if I don't take more than a pint. "

He nodded. "Can we hang out sometime? I have like a million questions for you."

"Yeah, Saturday. But I really need to feed now. Could you tell Oli that I went home sick?"

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever, I will."

"Thanks," I said, patting him on the shoulder. He flinched back and I smirked. "Bye, Kells. Thanks for all the help."

And with that, I was gone.

Kellin POV

Oli, Oli, Oli. Everything with Vic is about Oli. Tell Oli that I went home early, yeah? Tell Oli that he's my everything, okay? Tell Oli this, tell Oli this. I miss Oli. Where's Oli? I want to see Oli.

I was going to slaughter Oli Sykes.

So, okay, I was jealous of Oliver. I was jealous that he had Vic and I didn't. What did Oli have that I didn't? Was it the eyes? The hair? The personality?

Of course it was the personality. Vic sees me as the school dick that he scared shitless. Not exactly the name I wanted for myself.

But how the hell was I going to change that?

I sat down next to Oli at lunch. He tensed up, looking up at me. "Um, yeah, mate?" he said softly. I felt bad for ever being mean to him. I mean, eh was this quiet shy kid that didn't deserve anything that I gave to him.

"Um, Vic wanted me to let you know that he went home early."

I watched his face fall and felt bitter inside. Of course, he missed his boyfriend. Whatever.

"Why? Is he okay?"

"Yeah, he's fine. Just sick."

"Would you text him and let him know that I'm going to come over to check on him after school? I'd tell him, but I don't have a phone," he blushed.

"Um, I actually don't have his number. He doesn't exactly like me," I chuckled nervously. "I don't blame him, either."

Oli raised a brow and reluctantly gave me Vic's number. Even though I knew the truth about where he was, I still told him that Oli was coming over after school. I wanted him to be prepared because no matter how much I didn't like them together, I wasn't cruel enough to break them up.

Yet.