A Trophy Fathers Trophy Son

I don't want to be late

Authors note:

Dudes, I had no idea how to even start this chapter so I decided, "Lets do Vics pov" so here it goes.

~ Fair warning, this whole story is probably going to be shit because it's my first time writing a Kellic so just hang in there with me.~

Vics pov

"Wake up, Vic! You have to get ready for school, dickhole"

Mike is sitting on top of me hitting me with a pillow. I understand he's excited with it being his first day of high school, but fuck, calm your tits!

"I'm up, I'm up. Get the fuck off of me"

I push him off and I hear him hit the floor with a thud. "Oops, sorry, bro." I say apologetically reaching out my hand to help him up.

"It's fine, bro, just get ready I don't want to be late." He whines the last part, I'd expect that from a freshman. I'm a senior and school isn't all that great. Yeah the food's okay, it's not great, but edible. I get to see my friends, but other than that, the rest is pretty much not getting up this early for.

I glance at the clock. FOUR O'CLOCK IN THE  FUCKING MORNING ! (Haha The Used reference)

"You ass, we don't have to be at school for another three hours!"

"Well I didn't want to be late and since you're already up, you might as well get ready"

"If it will make you shut up" I snap back.

Mike frowns

"Sorry, bro, you know I'm not a morning person. I'll go get a shower and you can go down stairs and make up some breakfast since you decided to wake me up at 4 o'clock in the fucking morning, I think it's only fair that you make breakfast!"

He agreed and I picked out some clothes. A grey muscle tank, black skinnys, and my red TOMS. I went to the bathroom locked the door and turned on the shower. "Shit, out of shampoo! Mom do we have any more shampoo!"

"In the medicine cabinet, sweety"

"Thanks!"

I open the medicine cabinet and see a bottle of herbal essence. Why does she always by the girlest shampoo she can find? I don't want to smell like berries and tropical rainforests! Oh well I have to wash my hair with something. I pick up the bottle and a small metal object falls out of the cabinet as I do so. I sit the bottle on the counter and bend over to pick up the object. My blade. I hadn't used it months. I hadn't had to. My life had been going, not amazing, but also, not that bad. I still wondered why the razor wasn't in its usual spot behind all the medicine we never used, those meds have been there for years so I figured it was a good spot to hide it. Whatever, I just put it back in its hiding spot.

I undress and with the girly shampoo in hand, I step on the shower. I set the bottle down on the tub and begin wetting my hair. I started to sing like I always do in the shower.

"And that's whhhhhy I smile!"

Yes I like Avril Lavigne, deal with it!

"Vic, food's ready, hurry up!"

I quickly wash my hair and body and rinse off. I get out of the shower, dry off, put on the clothes I picked out, blow dry my hair, but on a black beanie and run down stairs, almost tripping on the last one I might add, I walk in the kitchen and sit down at the table. Mike had me plate set with eggs, sausage, and toast. I scarfed it down drank a glass of milk and went and brushed my teeth. I look at the clock. 6:30. We have thirty minutes to get to school. We live ten minutes away, but I know that Mike doesn't want to be late so I grab my keys and Mike and I  head to the car. I make one more quick check in the mirror and we head to school.