Beast Within*Kellic*

Chapter Fifteen

(Okay like I don't know how long they've been together-sorry I'm stupid or something alright-so I'm just going to say that they've been together for three months. I also don't remember what grade they were in-or if I even said it-so let's pretend that they're all juniors. And it's currently...let's say early March. Yes. I like the sound of that. Alright this has been a PSA)

 

Kellin POV

I walked into school on Friday morning, my eyes automatically scanning for Vic. It had become a habit, even before we were dating. I used to scan the area for him before I started bullying people, somehow knowing that he was serious when he said he was going to kick my ass.

Honestly, I don't know why I did that. Maybe it was because I was bullied at my old school and didn't want it to happen again. Maybe it was just to show that I could. I'm not sure, but I am sure of this-I'm an idiot.

I hated how the kids in this school watched me with careful eyes, almost as if they were waiting for me to strike-which they probably were. I hated how Gerard always walked in the other direction when he saw me, hated how Frank would watch him go and then turn to me with hateful eyes.

I was planning on fixing that.

Now.

Gerard spotted me in the hallway and his eyes widened slightly. He turned to Frank and then began walking away.

"Gerard!" I called, ignoring the stares of the other kids. He tensed up, but kept walking, not looking back.

I started to jog towards him before I was stopped.

It was Frank.

"I'm not letting you hurt him again," he snarled at me, grabbing a fistful of my shirt. "I don't give a shit that I'm like a foot smaller and that you can kick my ass; I'm not letting you do anything to my boyfriend."

"I'm not going to!" I defended myself, raising my hands up.

"Yeah, right."

"Really, I'm not! I haven't touched him in months-why would I start now? What reason would I have to start now?"

"You didn't need a reason to hurt him before! Why would you need one now?"

"I'm being honest here, Frank. I just want to talk to him. Apologize."

His eyes danced with fire. "Bull. Shit."

We eyed each other for a few moments while I wondered if I still had it in me to kick someone's ass. Turns out that he made the decision for me, shoving me back into a locker and going to punch me in the stomach.

"Frank!" I heard Gerard yell. Turns out, he was watching the whole thing go down. "Frank, don't hurt him!"

The hits kept coming and all I could do was try to fight back. I sent my knee up, hoping that it would get him in the groin or something. It didn't, only got his hip really hard. He hissed in pain, calling me a motherfucker before going twice as hard.

"Frank! Oh Jesus, please stop, don't hurt him!"

Gerard finally stepped in and wrapped his arms around Frank's waist tightly. He must have known that he wasn't strong enough to pull him off because he just held on tightly and buried his face in Frank's back, making it hard for Frank to keep throwing punches.

"Gee, goddammit, get off of me! I don't want to hit you!"

"Then quit trying to throw punches, motherfucker!"

I spotted Vic at the end of the hallway, and I could pinpoint the exact moment he realized what was happening. He was there faster than any human was capable of, but I knew that no one was paying attention to him, so no one noticed.