✧ Obsessed™ » kellic au [BOOK ONE]

11. Jenna McDougall, aka. The Queen

Pov: Vic. 

Once again, I followed Kellin into the bright halls of Mission Bay High. Despite the somewhat argument we'd previously had, he still expected me to do as I had been doing for the past few days. I still had the pleasure of receiving a few odd looks as we walked, but I guess, even though people were still bound to be confused, the attention had died down a little as they'd probably found better things to whisper and gossip about.

Spotting Jenna and Tony talking by their lockers, my mind willed me to stop and say hi to them. Lately, I didn't have time to really hang out with them, because Kellin was always calling my phone, telling me he and his friends were going somewhere and he wanted me to come with. I always found myself indulging into a wide smile at the fact Kellin's words suggested a sense of kindness, though his tone still remained nasty — as if he was trying to overcome his friendliness and eagerness to see me with it. I'm a smart kid, I can see right through it. I'm pretty sure, he's taken a liking to me. A slight one, at least. Why else would he be acting this way? Clearly, if you don't like someone, you simply ignore them, something Kellin found hard doing lately.

"Vic! I know it's only been a day, but I feel like I haven't seen you in forever, man." Jenna laughed, as did Tony, when I'd stopped in front of them with a small smile surpassing my lips, Kellin failing to notice and walking ahead. Jenna's proclamation was valid on my art, too. She was one of my best friends, and being away from her, even for the shortest of times, left me missing her dearly. I was glad I could finally talk to her again, I had too much to tell her, and that was a first considering I was usually pretty quiet and just liked merely having her in my presence. Usually, she was the one talking, her lips never closing as she'd switch from talking about how she was planning a funeral for the tomato plants that had been chewed up by her horrid rabbit, to finding a piece of hair in her food at a Burger King the other week.

"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry I couldn't call you back last night. I was a little preoccupied, do you and Tony want to hang out after sc-" 

"Vic!" The question I was about to ask had been interrupted by, who else, but Kellin. He gave the sense of a controlling girlfriend as he practically stormed up to us, his eyes squinting dangerously close together, pupils never leaving mine. May the lord strike me down if I'm wrong, bit I'm starting to get the impression Kellin can be a little possessive at times.

"What the fuck? Why are you talking to them? In case you didn't fucking realize, it's rude to stop and talk to losers without asking me first. You want to be in my group? Fine. But if this is going to work out, you're going to have to follow my rules. Everyone else does, I don't see how you can think you're special enough to disobey me."

"Who do you think you are, Kellin? A king?" Jenna laughed, disbelieve in Kellin's selfish ways. As cliche as this sounds, everything fell silent. The clattering of school books, the continuous chatter in roaming the halls, the footsteps of students walking by. Everything. It was as if people were genuinely shocked at the fact Jenna actually stuck up for herself. And that was one if the things I admired about her, she always spoke her mind and didn't let anyone push her around. She'd stuck up for me against Kellin and Mike's friends so many times, and I was so beyond grateful for that I didn't even care when people teased me about having to have a girl fight my battles.

Glancing at Kellin, I noticed how taken aback he truly looked. I guess he wasn't used to outcasts putting him in his place. It's now that I confirm to myself, we're not losers at all. I'm not usually one to swear, but to put it simply, we fucking rock compared to most of the halfwits in this school. Honestly, after Jenna's bold statement, I don't see why people wouldn't instantly gain respect for the blonde. 

"Jenna, is it?" Kellin asked, all too casually, and she simply nodded. She wasn't scared. 

"Well, Jennifer, I'll have you know, I don't appreciate your fucking tone. Would you please be a dear, and shut your little whore mouth?" Soft echoes of "oooh"'s could be heard from various students and Jenna just rolled her eyes. She didn't seem fazed by Kellin's disrespectful remark, but I was. Jenna had stuck up for me so many times since we'd met, and I felt beyond obligated to return the favour. Besides, you can't just speak to a girl like that. Did Kellin not have any respect at all?

"Kellin, don't call her that," I told him, quietly but sternly, and he just held a finger to my mouth, hushing me as if I was some sort of child who wasn't supposed to open his mouth. "Be quiet, Vic, no one asked you to talk."

"I think he can say whatever the fuck he wants to, whenever the fuck he wants to!" Jenna grew agitated, though Kellin simply looked at his nails as if to tell her he was not only disinterested, but extremely bored by her antics. "Whatever," he exclaimed with attitude, his gaze flying upwards in a cocky manner, before his hand clenched around my arm, pulling me away from my duo of friends, and, almost, straight into his chest. 

"Victor, we're leaving." Lamely, Kellin referenced the end of Mika's song, "Grace Kelly" before he proceeded in practically dragging me towards the end of the hall. I stumbled along with him, head spinning back as I mouthed an apology to Jenna and Tony's wide-eyed faces.

Pov: Kellin.

"Kellin, that really wasn't necessary, what you said to Jenna. She didn't do anything wrong." Vic told me as I had yet to let go of his arm. Something about him made me turn into some sort of fucking obsessed little girl, always wanting him to be near me, growing frustrated when he'd told me on the phone he couldn't  make it to the party I'd invited him to. Maybe, just maybe, I was growing a little too infatuated with him. Why? I'm fucking oblivious to that. Honestly, I don't know why, or how he does this, but I'm almost actually starting to like the faggot. What the fuck is wrong with me? 

"And I care why?" I asked Vic, my attitude striking yet again, and he just looked down at his feet, redness forming in his cheeks.

"You're right," he sighed, "I never should have even bothered asking. I just wish you'd be nicer sometimes. I guess that's never going to happen, huh?" We'd reached the football field by now, and the cold, misty atmosphere was making my tired eyes squint as wind shot into them. It was so fucking cold, and even with a jacket on, goosebumps came over  the sides of my face. Though, you know who really had it bad? Vic. What a fuck tard, for someone with grade A marks he sure wasn't smart when it came to dressing appropriately for the weather. The only thing that would've offered him warmth, if any, was the ridiculous amounts of bracelets that roomed his arms. Surely, no one needed that many. What a weird kid. 

Ignoring his question because he already knew the answer was a downright 'nope', I asked him my own, "Aren't you cold?" 

"No." He lied, and then added something more truthful, "Yes." 

I don't know what the fuck provoked me in giving him my jacket, but I didn't like it.  

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