Feel The Rush ~ A Kellic Fanfiction

Chapter One

A cheery grin invaded my lips as I waited in anticipation for my exam results. My math teacher bluntly handed out each marked exam, not an emotion displayed on her face, but when she made it to me, a slight smile tugged at her lips.
"Good job, Kellin." Miss Williams praised, patting my shoulder as she let the thin piece of paper fall into my hands.
A+
My smile only grew brighter. I was really proud of myself for achieving a high mark yet again, all the hard work had really paid off. I looked over at my best friend who sat beside me as he was handed his results. A frown appeared on his lips as his eyes landed on his mark.
"Oh man." He sighed, revealing to me an F.
I landed a comforting hand on his shoulder and peered into his sad eyes.
"Chin up, Hime." I encouraged. His frown only grew deeper, he was disappointed in himself and I could see it.
"I just don't get it! What the hell am I doing wrong?" I thought for a moment, asking myself how I was going to word my reply. I had no intention of being bluntly cruel so I decided I'd take a lighter approach.
"It's alright! Everyone has their weaknesses!" 
Jaime looked at me bluntly and put a finger to my chest.
"You don't."  
Jaime Preciado was the sort of person who was unable to focus, unable to organise himself and unable to realise what he was doing wrong. I knew exactly what he was doing wrong.
"Not true! I'm terrible at sport!" I protested. Jaime was too so I guess that didn't count. Rolling his eyes he slumped back into his chair, taking a long sigh.
"I'm bad at everything."
I hated hearing him say that, for the most part because it wasn't true. Sure, he wasn't the best at math or biology, but when it came to Spanish he was great!
"Again, that's not true! You're amazing at Spanish! That's like a weird equation to me." I addressed, but of course he had a smart reply.
"But you're good at weird equations."
We really weren't getting anywhere with this conversation so I knew I had to stop it, and fast. But before I got a chance to change the subject he started up again.
"And plus, is that the only thing you can think of? Spanish?"
I was really stuck in a hole here.
"You're awesome at yo-yo." I suggested, smiling awkwardly.
Again, that caused a long sigh. I knew what I had to say, I just didn't have any idea how to say it.
"Listen, Hime. I know you have the potential to do exactly what you want to do. I know it! Maybe if you spent less time...you know, being the 'class clown', you'd be getting higher grades." My suggestion was supposed to be a hint, but my words displayed themselves otherwise.
"Me? Class clown? Since when have I ever been the class clown?" Jaime questioned, his eyebrows furrowing.
That was it. I needed to get it through to him.
"Jaime Alberto Preciado stop being so oblivious!"
"Oblivi-what?" He really had no idea how frustrating he was sometimes. I dragged my palm across my face, groaning as I did so.
"Buddy you have to start paying attention in English. And math for that matter. And everything."
His frown returned again, but this time it seemed laced with annoyance.
"It's all so easy for you, Kellin. You're smart. You know what I am? The complete opposite of you."
This was starting to hurt me a little. I didn't want my best friend to be struggling at anything, ever! He was right. It was easy for me. But I knew he could do it too, he just had to believe. Before I had the chance to assure him of this, Miss Williams resumed the lesson, and we were both forced to sit in silence for the remaining hour of the period.
When the bell finally did ring, everyone evacuated the classroom in a hurry, excluding myself and Jaime of course. We were pretty slow at packing up our stuff, probably due to the fact that the cafeteria wasn't the safest place for a couple like us to hang out. Nonetheless, we carried on, slowly trudging out of the classroom and down the hall. 
I noticed Jaime's usually cheerful features weren't living up to their name. His signature dimples weren't visible...I was beginning to worry. I hoped I hadn't hurt him.
My feet came to a stop as I tugged on his shirt, pulling him back a little. His eyes met with mine nearly instantly so as a nervous instinct, he peered down to his feet.
"Hime? Can you look at me?" I asked, sadness hinted in my voice.
Very hesitantly, his eyes trailed back to mine.
"I didn't mean to offend you back there. I really didn't."
"You didn't offend me, Kells. You're right. I do need to start listening. I don't want to be a failure forever." Jaime replied.
"Hey! You stop that! You aren't a failure! You're a winner!" I engulfed him in a hug and he hugged me back.
"Thanks buddy." He whispered.
I know it seems a little romantic, but Jaime and I had known each other ever since we were kids, so even though I was gay, it was strictly friendship between the two of us. But not everybody saw it that way.
"Hey faggots!" A familiar voice echoed through my ears. Oh no. I jumped back from Jaime, laughing awkwardly and stuffing my hands in my pockets. My heart raced a million miles per hour...and not in the good way.  
"H-hi Dahvie." I stuttered, trying to appear as calm as possible, but that never really worked out for me.
Dahvie Vanity had been the person who had made my life hell for so many years, of course him and his accomplice who lingered behind him like a bad smell, Jayy Von Monroe. When it came to Jaime, they sort of ignored his existence, they weren't really that interested in him at all, probably because of his slightly larger build and the fact that he wasn't exactly a nerd. But myself however, I was thin, smart and a wuss...so that really put a target on my back.
"Get out of here, Preciado. I want to talk to little Kellin here alone." Dahvie hissed, slowly approaching me. Jaime wasn't an easy one to budge.
"As if I'd leave him." He snarled back, stepping in front of me. Jaime may of seemed like a joker, but when someone pushed him or his friends around, he wasn't one to back down from a fight. That's when the argument started. Dahvie and Hime exchanged harsh words, barking them at the top of their lungs. Vanity said some pretty terrible things, so I decided to man up a little and fight my own battles.
"Just go, Hime. It's alright." My suggestion was easily ignored.
"Are you crazy? I'm not leaving you here with this fuck face!"
That was it for Dahvie. What was before nothing but an argument had now turned into a full-forced brawl. To my surprise, Jaime wasn't going down, not at all.
"Stop it!" I yelled, attempting to rip Jaime away from the older student, but to no avail. 
A loud, intimidating voice soon pulsated throughout the halls and I knew exactly who it was. Mr Biersack; my music teacher. He ripped the two boys away from each other with the help of myself and began to scream out a lecture to them both. As soon as my eyes made contact with Jaime's, I noticed a small bruise on his left cheek. Looking at Dahvie, I was surprised to see his nose a bloody mess. Shit Hime Time. He made more damage than I had expected. I never thought of him to be a violent person, but I guess when he wanted to be, he could be.
"That's enough! Both of you to the principals office now!" Biersack barked. His voice was sort of scary, I could admit that.
"Jaime why did you do that?" I stressed, bringing my hands to my face.
"I'm sick of that kid fucking with you, Kellin! No more!" He spat, receiving an instant scolding off Mr Biersack. In too much of a hurry, Dahvie and Jaime were ushered down the halls towards the principals office. This day was destined to have a few downsides, and this was the first one.  
Pretty soon, I was informed that Jaime had been suspended for a few days, yet Dahvie got off with a few detentions! That was purely bullshit. I didn't curse much at all, in fact the only time I had ever cursed was when I broke my wrist while skateboarding.
The day seemed to drag on and on after that. I started to believe it would never end. However when it finally did, I was one of the first to go. I felt so bad for causing Jaime's suspension. It was all my fault! If I wasn't such a pussy all of this could have been avoided.
I leaned on a lamp post in front of the school gates, waiting for my mom to pick me up. Even though I was seventeen years old, she still felt the need to chaperone me. But what could I say? I loved mom more than anything, and the last thing I'd ever do was hurt her feelings by being some low-life, egotistical asshole.
I snatched my phone from my bag and decided to send Hime a quick 'thankyou' text if you will.

Kells: Hey Jaime. I just wanted to thank you for what you did today buddy, it was really amazing of you.

Hime-Time: No problem im just really done with that vanity kid.

Kells: I know brother. Really, I'm so thankful. But don't do it again!

Hime-Time: I wont haha, btw why r u still using such proper grammer ova txt?

Kells: Grammar* and I don't know. OCD.

Hime-Time: Okie dokie then. Ill cya later ;)

Kells: Right. See you :)

Just as I sent my last message, I heard my moms shrill voice calling out my name. I looked up and flashed her a sweet smile, getting in to the passenger seat beside her.
"How was your day, sweetie?" She asked as I equipped my seatbelt.
"Well... not the best. But it could have been worse." I tried my hardest to stay positive, but I still felt a pang of guilt. I had caused the mishap today, I should have been the one to accept the consequence.
"Why? What happened?" She questioned, her eyebrows furrowing in worry.
"I'll tell you about it on the way home." I replied, smiling sadly.
And so I did.