Beast Within*Kellic*

Chapter Eight

Vic POV

I pulled away from the last person that I was going to feed from, feeling my back pocket vibrate. I sighed, pulling it out as the person dropped to the ground.

From: Unknown Number

Hey, it's Kellin. Oli gave me your number, before you accuse me of stalking you or some shit. He's going to come over after school to see you, so act sick.

To: Kellin

Okay. Thanks for the warning, man.

From: Kellin

No problem. You owe me, tho.

I smirked. I knew he was just talking big. If we were face to face, he would've peed himself saying that.

I hurried home, changing into what Mike and I called "sick clothes." It was basically a pair of sweatpants and an old T-shirt. And if either of us had a too high fever, no shirt at all.

Being a boy is great.

I quickly climbed into bed, checking the time. I had an hour to kill before Oli was going to be over, but knowing him, he would've taken this period(which is study hall)to go home and check on me.

True to my word, I heard a knock on the door moment's later. I forced out a cough, slipping into the living room with a duvet wrapped around me.

"Who is it?" I croaked.

"Oli," that damned man's concerned voice rang out. "I just want to know if you're okay, love."

I opened the door to reveal worry etched onto his face, his eyebrows crumpled as he stood with his hands in his pockets.

"Did you just call me love?" I asked, knowing that it was a big step for him. He blushed, nodding.

"Yeah. Is that okay?"

"It's totally fine, sweetheart," I said quietly, letting him into the house. He stepped in, slipping his shoes off by the door even though he didn't have to.

"Do you need anything?" he asked me as he ushered me to the couch. I shook my head since I wasn't really sick, but he insisted on making me something to eat. I finally gave in and said that I wanted some grilled cheese.

He made it for me while I sat on the couch by myself, watching some stupid sitcom. I really wanted Oli in my arms, and he was too busy making food. A pout slipped onto my face, and I tilted my head back.

"Oli," I whined. "I want to cuddle."

He appeared a minute later, two plates in hand. He was frowning as he set them down. "Yelling's not good for your throat, love," he said, sitting next to me. He felt my cheek to make sure that I wasn't warm, and then he cuddled into my side. "But I would love to cuddle."

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A few hours later, he went home. Mike had come home an hour into our cuddling and rolled his eyes, but I knew that he was secretly pleased that I was in a relationship.

When oli left, I went into Mike's room and sat on his bed. He slipped his earbuds out and sat up to give me room.

"Yeah?" he questioned.

"Um, so...what do you think about Oli?"

"British."

I frowned, nudging his shoulder. "No, seriously. You know that I care about your opinion the most. So what do you think about me dating Oliver?"

"I like him."

"But?" I sighed, knowing that there was a but somewhere in there.

"I think you should date Kellin."

I was shocked. "What?" I gasped.

"The kid really likes you, and I know that somewhere in there, you like him too. Why else would you give him such a hard time?"

"Um, maybe because I don't like him?"

He smirked. "I know you do. You can't lie to me. Or maybe you don't know it yourself, and you're denying it. But you like him. I just know it."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. I don't know how you think that I like Kellin, but you're crazy. I like Oli."

"Whatever you say," he sang.

I left the room and went back to my own, climbing into bed. I thought of Oli and the day we had together. But I couldn't help but think of Mike and I's conversation about Kellin.

Could Mike be right? Could I have some feelings for Kellin?

No, I thought, shaking my head as I lay down. I don't have feelings for Kellin.

But I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe I did.