The Views of Both Sides (Kellic)

Chapter 10| Anger is My Mask for Fear

I entered this book in the Watty's because why not? Idk it's worth a shot I suppose
ALSO. I changed this to 2009.

Btw I'm aware it's been years since I've updated. Forgive me it was my birthday recently.

Anywayyy here

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Kellin's POV

"You guys wanna know something gross about Vic?" I chuckled, playing with my nasty lunch food.

"What is it?" Gabe asked, actually eating his own.

"His parents were dykes," I replied.

"What?" Jack laughed.

"Yeah, he had two moms, one white and one nigger. One of them died and the others in a coma," I said, and everyone looked at me in amusement and disbelief

"Fucking disgusting," Jack shook his head, yet chuckled.

"I know right! And he cuts himself because he's a sad little faggot," I chuckled.

"I'd do the same if my parents were dykes," Matty admitted with a laugh

"He's such a pussy. Like, he literally uses razors to cut himself because he misses his dead dyke mamas," I laughed. If I still thought of Vic as a person I'd never talk about him like this. But he wasn't a person; he was a helper of Satan.

"Probably deserves it for being a faggot," Marty said.

"Maybe he'll cut himself so deep he dies and we ain't gotta see his ugly face anymore," I said.

"Let's hope so," Jack replied.

"Why's he down here if his dyke moms are dead?" Matty asked.

"I don't fucking know," I shrugged.

"How do you know all this stuff?" Matty asked.

"He told me," I laughed.

"Wow is he really that desperate for someone to talk to..." he replied.

"I'd say he's a fucking attention seeker."

"Of course he is. He cuts himself. The only people who do that want attention," I laughed, and I checked my watch seeing that class was starting soon. "Well, I'm gonna go," I told the guys.

"Alright, see ya later Kells," Gabe said and the rest of them mumbled their farewells. I tossed out the uneaten food and set my tray down before making my way towards my next class. The hallways were full and trying to navigate my way through them was infuriating. Everyone was trying to get to the class and a couple were still stood in the middle, talking like they weren't in the war.

I groaned at them and tried to walk around them, bumping into people who were in my way. I then felt myself pushed and shoved to the ground harshly. There was no way that was an accident. I looked up to see Vic standing nearby, and glared at him.

"What the fuck!" I yelled.

He didn't reply, he just looked at me angrily and continued to walk away. I quickly pushed myself up. I was far more that mad.