✧ Obsessed™ » kellic au [BOOK ONE]

13. Two Mexicans and a jealous white boy

Pov: Vic. 

Due to people pushing past me, I was the last in the line. But finally, it was my turn to be served, though just as I was about to step forward, I felt a force around my arm spin me around. My eyes glanced upwards and my focus landed on a familiar jock, Jaime Preciado. Usually, I would be scared, but the friendly grin that rested on his pink lips relaxed my otherwise jumpy state of mind. 

"Hey," He spoke, his grin never disappearing, and I found myself wondering why on Earth he was being so nice to me. This is a guy who'd bullied and pushed me around for years on end, so you could understand my confusion to his actions. Not that I was complaining, though. It was kind of nice to be talked to like an actual human being for once. 

"Hi." Shaky words accompanied by a shy smile came over me, and in my mind, I cursed my incapability to show confidence. When Jaime just laughed and commented on how cute I was, I felt as though my cheeks were burning with fire. Did he really just call me cute?

Noticing my confused expression, his lips lifted up into a smirk, afterwards gesturing me to follow him. I was still puzzled, but I did nonetheless, Jaime taking my hand as we walked out into the gloomy high school air. I still had Kellin's jacket on, it was the only thing that kept me warm, not only on the outside, but on the inside as well. 

Jaime and I eventually reached the gates of the school, where no one was. Before looking from side to side in an act which said he was checking to see if anyone was in viewing distance, his hazel orbs shot back into mine and he spoke in a rushed tone, "Look, Vic, let's get one thing clear. You may be a loser, but you're the cutest damn loser I've ever laid my eyes on." 

"Hold on," I stopped him after a moment of stillness, completely shocked because I would never have expected this of him, "You're not straight?"

Jaime laughed, "No, Vic. But my reputation means a lot to me, which is why I haven't told anyone about my sexuality yet. And I figure, since you're gay, and guys interest me too, why don't we hang out at my place this afternoon? I've always thought you were unbelievably adorable, and I really want to get to know you. So, what do you say? Want to spend some time with your good pal Jaime?" 

Pov: Kellin. 

I couldn't tear my eyes away from them. From the moment Jaime approached Vic, to the moment he took his hand and began to lead him out the back door of the cafeteria, fucking rage built up inside of me. Matty nudged my shoulder from beside me, and it took me longer than it should  have to switch my gaze towards him. Concern filled his facial features, as he asked me what I looked so mad about. My answer was nothing but a shrug of my shoulders and a mumbled, "nothing." 

I don't know why I was so mad, but I knew for a fact my urge to punch Jaime in the face was definite as soon as his hand came in contact with Vic's. I wasn't jealous, but I think it would be best if Jaime, or anyone for that matter, didn't touch that small Hispanic. My small Hispanic. 

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, as it was the best way I could think of to distract myself from this weird sense of indignation I couldn't really explain. And when I tapped on the messages icon, I realized a had a few more than I normally did, all from unknown numbers. I found it kinda weird, and kinda creepy, but my anxiousness only grew stronger when I'd read them all. But somehow, even though I didn't know who these people were, I found myself replying with absolute honesty.