It never tells the truth (Kellic)

19.

"Hola Kellin!" I heard from behind me.
I spun round and it was no one other than Vic.
Vic.
The perfect hair.
The perfect voice.
The perfect mouth.
No.
The kissable mouth.
And the fuck.able bo-.
Wait.
What?

Did I just?
Do I have a thing for vic?
No.
I shouldn't have.
I mean.
We basically just met.
And, well.... I can't.

"-story of my mum wanting you to call her Vivian"
"What?" I asked after I tuned back in.
"Like I said" he sighed "my mum likes you after you've only spent one night at ours and wants you to call her Vivian, not Mrs Fuentes. She first wanted you to call her Mum, but I was like, wo, unless he marries me then no, cause that's just weird, right?" He rambled on but I couldn't care less, his voice was like music. The good kind, none of this Taylor swift shît.

(Don't get triggered, just saying this for the story)

"Yer..." I trailed off, not thinking about the question at all, but what he said while leading up.
Marry him.
I repeated in my head.
Well, I would be honoured.
Wo! Kellin, stop!
You. Do. Not. Like. Him. That. Way.
I sighed at my own mind.

"Why hello there my lil brother and awesome friend who got us double take-a-way" obviously that was Mike.
"Hey! You're the lil brother here" vic retorted.
"Not in height, vic" I pinched in.
Vic looked at me shocked while me and mike laughed.
"Got that right kellin!" Mike said between laughing.
"Well, guess who's not having take-a-way again?"
"Vic, you can't decide that."
"Oh can't I my little brother, what if I told our lovely mother that you skipped your last lesson every other day?" He smirked.
Mike gasped "you wouldn't dare"
"Oh, wouldn't I?"
I laughed at their little spat and carried on walking to the cafeteria.
Vic caught up with me "who's the little brother now?"
I laughed and shook my head.

~

After we finished eating, Mike went with his friends to do something and Vic said he needed to, and I quote "whazz"
And after laughing at him for ages, he left just a minute ago.
I was just drawing in my lyric book waiting for him to come back, when someone say down in front of me, who wasn't Mike, or Vic.

"Who do you think you are?" They asked, I looked up in confusion "Vic? He's popular, the King of the populars. And you swan in and take him? A little emo fag like you?" He paused like he waited for me to answer but just as I opened my mouth he started again "shut the fück up, I don't want you infecting me with your faginess, I'm only just safe this distance away." I closed my mouth, tight. "So, what I want you to do, is stay away from him, and if you don't, you'll wish that you never woke up after may 27th, got it?" I nodded "good" after that he got up and left.
I didn't know where he went... But I didn't want to know.

As he spoke, no words showed up, he was telling the truth.
The one thing that stayed in my mind though, like gum stuck on the bottom of a shoe, was that he knew.
He knew what happened that night.
And if he knew, that meant... He was one of my old friends.
My eyes watered as my breath hitched.
My breathing got more and more quicker and I felt like I was gonna throw up.
A team of butterflies banged around my insides.
My legs went numb.
My arms went numb.
But they still shook.

Why?
How?
I repeated in my head.

Not now!

I quickly remembered the technique i read about and started the process.

Breathe in.
One elephant.
Two elephants.
Three elephants.
Breathe out.

I repeated this until my breathing evened and then started the next step.

I closed my eyes and counted to ten.

I just got to zero when Vic came back.

"Ready to go? Class starts in a bit, sorry I was so long, the toilets here are out of order so I had to go the chemistry block."

I opened my eyes and looked at him "it's fine, don't worry bout it" I smiled. Something about Vic just calmed me down.
Maybe it was his smile that was so carefree and enticing, or his eyes that was so happy and captivating.
Whatever it was, I never wanted it to leave.
"Ready to go?" I asked as I stood up and grabbed my stuff.
"As ready as I'll ever be, let the torchere begin!" He sang as he did the same

One question remained in my mind though.
"How am I meant to live quietly now?"