A Trophy Fathers Trophy Son

And They Meet

Kellins pov

 

"Outta my way fagot." a big guy in a Letterman jacket snaps at me. He looked like a guy that would kick your ads just go  looking his direction. Why of all people did I have to get in his way.

"Sorry." I apologize knowing it's probably the best thing to do. Obviously, I was wrong because before I knew what was happening my books were being throw out of my hands and kicked across the hall by the guy.

"Don't get in my way again." The big man on campus replied. I felt intimidated, sure I knew what it felt like to be picked on but it still was scary when it happens. You feel hurt and alone.

I knelt down and started picking up my books. I was too caught up in trying to get them out of the way before I pissed anyone else off that I didn't noticed a young man walking toward me.

"Here let me help." I jump because I didn't expect anyone to say anything to me in that moment.

But still, I look up to see a guy with long brown hair, chocolate brown eyes and tan skin. He was beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking.

"Um...t-thanks." Damn this stutter!

"Sorry about Sam. He can be a complete dick sometimes. My name's Vic"

Sam huh? The way this lovely looking Hispanic said his name made me think something bad must have happened between the two.

"So are you going to tell me your name or do you want to be a mystery?" The beautiful boy asks bringing me out if my thoughts.

" oh..u-um I-I'm K-k-kellin."

"Well, hi, K-k-kellin. Are you new here?"

Fuck this stutter!

"Yeah, I am"

"Well, may I see your schedule?"

"Um...Why?"

"Just let me see it"

I reluctantly gave it to him.

"Cool, we have almost all the same classes, except Spanish. I don't have to take it because I'm fluent."

Oh, that's... Wait! He speaks spanish? That's kinda hot...

"Yeah I guess it is kinda hot. Haha"

"Huh?" I mentally slapped myself realizing I had accidentally said that out loud. "Sorry, I- uh-didn't  mean to say that"

"It's fine. I found it cute."

O my God! Did Vic just call me cute? Calm down Kellin. He didn't mean it. He doesn't think you're cute. How could he?

My mind was right. There was no way Vic thought I was cute. He didn't like me. He's not gay. Plus, He's probably only talking to me because he feels sorry for me. Who wouldn't?

"So we should get to class." Vic snapped me out of my thoughts. " I'll walk with you. Here let me carry those." He said pointing to and abruptly taking my books from me.

"I can carry them, it's fine"

"No I want to carry them. You're so little, I don't want you to hurt yourself." Vic laughed. Was he making fun of me? Who cared. His laugh is so sexy. If only he liked  me.