✧ Obsessed™ » kellic au [BOOK ONE]

18. Princess parking only

Pov: Kellin. 

He really is a girl, waiting in the car for me to open the door for him. Sheesh. Normally, I wouldn't offer anyone the polite gesture many boys perform on their first date with a long time crush, but I guess Vic was an exception, because I just may possibly like him, in some way, shape, or form. Fucking brilliant, I might be something I used to think I passionately loathed, a fag. 

I swung open the passenger door and was met with a deep in thought looking Hispanic, his lips being pulled between his teeth and his finger tips curling against the knees of his almost skin tight jeans, as he totally didn't even notice I'd just opened the door for him. Rude. 

"Would you stop fantasizing about me in my under ware and get out of the car, please?" Using my hand for support, I leaned down to gaze at him through the open entry, and this immediately caught his attention, as he quickly dropped me a jump in surprise with an embarrassed, "o-oh, sorry!" There it is, there's that well forgotten stutter that just had to come crawling back into his personal. I guess he'll never, completely, rid of the nervous habit.   

Letting an amused laugh out of my system, I closed the door behind him as he stepped out. "Come on, loser. We have a football game to get to."

The smallest of smiles situated on my lips, as I let my hand trail down to his, skin making contact, before I pulled him close and he continued to laugh as we started walking, adding to the cheesiness. But as my eyes glanced over the top of Vic's dark brown curls, I saw something that made my heart drop. 

It was Josh, observing from afar at the closeness Vic and I were indulging into, his eyes glaring into my wide ones with a threatening look. And it was in that moment when words rung through my head, changing my somewhat nice attitude to one of bitterness. 

"You better not be a fag! Because if we see you so much as look at Vic in the wrong way again, we'll beat, not only yours, but his sorry little ass. Do you understand?"

Pov: Vic. 

Kellin's once affectionate embrace changed dramatically, surprising me as he threw me onto the cold cement flooring. I called out in pain as soon as my hands skidded against the solid, rock invested road, blood appearing straight away.

"Get off of me, you disgusting fag!" Kellin yelled, colliding his shoe with my side and making me cringe from the contact, letting out an agonizing whimper as I wasn't strong enough to tolerate pain. Another kick to my stomach, and my squinted eyes only just allowed me to catch sight of him running off to a smirking Josh.

My lips started to tremble as I lay on the arctic surface, skin shivering from the roots and the stinging injury in my hand growing more excruciating by the second. Why did he do that? Why did he hurt me? I thought he was warming up to me, I thought he would never hurt me again. Physically, at least...

Pov: Oliver. 

"Get off of me, you disgusting fag!" Was the sentence which caught my attention as I was walking inside the entrance of Mission Bay High. Spinning my head around, I laid my eyes upon a hell of a bloody sight! It was Quinn, pushing that poor, innocent Vic lad down to the ground, the act of a typical bully, before running off into my direction.