The Swordfish Club (Kellic)

Chapter 8

I think I went too far with Vic yesterday. Actually, it's more than just a thought. I had the confirmation I step over the line when Justin and I received a message from him ten minutes earlier. It was short but so meaningful at the same time. He just sent to us that there would be no training tonight. Justin took it really well since he would be able to spend more time with his new girlfriend.

Usually, I was the talkative one in our little group. But here, we were in the cafeteria and Justin couldn't stop blabbering about how fantastic his girlfriend was and that he could see her tonight. Wonderful, really. I didn't even listen after that because there was a bundle of nerves inside my stomach that wouldn't go away anytime soon.

"Damn Kellin, you're so quiet, you sure you're okay?" asked my friend Gabe for the umpteenth time today.

"Hm," I hummed, chewing on a French fry absentmindedly.

"No really, something happened? Like with your uh...you know," he trailed off, biting his bottom lip.

I was so lost in my thoughts that it took me a while to understand who he was referring to.

"God no, it's not my stupid father," I replied in disgust.

"He's sad because we don't have training tonight," Justin interfered, picking a handful of fries from my tray.

"Really? I thought your trainer was a sick bastard, why would you be sad?" questioned Gabe, genuinely interested, maybe because it was so rare to see me like that.

"It's not that," I lied, not wanting to explain the situation, "It's just...Justin speak too much about Jane and—"

"It's Jenny!"

"Yeah Justin, whatever."

"Someone is jealous," sang Justin with a smirk. My jaw dropped, me jealous? I was perfectly fine alone, I was free.

"I'm not."

"C'mon, it's okay Kellin. I was the same before being with my perfect, most beautiful girl the world has seen, Jenny."

"I don't want a boyfriend," I stated while leaning against my chair, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Hm, sure," said Justin in disbelief with a mouth full of fries. Gross.

I rolled my eyes and didn't say anything. He could think whatever he wants, that wasn't my problem. Fortunately, Justin wasn't the kind of guy to push it so he just shrugged and kept explaining to Gabe how perfect his girlfriend was.

Uninterested by his love life, I let my eyes wandering around the cafeteria, not looking at something in particular. I regretted so much my offensive words. Sure, Vic was not cool yesterday, but I completely lost it to another extent. I shouldn't have said these cruel things about his ex. That was so unlike me to do something like that. There are moments in your life when you can't stand what you did so much that the only thing you want is to return in the past and repair what you broke. That's what I was feeling right now. I couldn't bear with my acts, it made me almost sick. So, when my eyes fell on a table where Vic was sitting with his friends, I didn't think twice.

I stood up, not bothering to get rid of my tray or explaining what I was doing to Justin and Gabe and went straight to him. This opportunity to excuse my behavior was like a gift from heaven. I never saw him around the school, like at all. Actually, it was the first time I've noticed him at school outside training hours. Sometimes, it was hard to remember he was still a student, just like us. He was always so mature, so bossy that I naturally perceived him most of the time as a trainer and nothing else. But no, he was still a Senior, a real teenager, and here yesterday I was giving a roasting to him about how he's an incompetent trainer. He didn't have a diploma for that, he volunteered for it, he spent a lot of time for us. He was a human, he did a mistake and instead of pointing it out in a civilized way, I transformed into a ball of rage, as if it would be better. Of course not, because of me he canceled tonight's training.