transit (boyxboy)

three

I woke up this morning to my mom knocking on my door.

"K, I would like for you to go down to the school early. Please don't wait until last minute, we have things to do." She explained. I groaned from the disturbance of sleep as I got further down into my sheets. I didn't want to get up; I was too warm.

"If I come back in ten minutes and you aren't up, I'm opening all the windows and dumping water on you. Now get up, Kellin Quinn." She said in a stern tone. I knew she was a woman of her word, which is probably where I got my follow through from, so I got up. I stumbled around my messy room and found a sweatshirt to put on as I went downstairs.

"Good morning. I'm leaving soon." My mom greeted as I walked into the kitchen. She was dressed and ready to go when I walked in.

"To where?" I asked and grabbed the freshly made coffee and poured myself some. I drank it as it was; I liked the bitter taste.

"Mrs. Fuentes and her family are going to show me around her house so I can take care of it."

"Who?" I asked, paying half a mind. My mom always took care of other people and their things. It bothered me. Some people she worked for in the past really treated her badly and all I had to do was sit there and endure it. I hated it. I just hoped she was doing better with these new people, though.

"I'm a housekeeper for them now. They came to town last week." She explained, grabbing her keys and kissing me on the side of the head. I wiped it off quickly and groaned.

"Mom, come on." I whined. She knew I hated it. "Why don't I just go with you now?"

"To the Fuentes'?" I nodded. I didn't really feel like walking to the school this morning anyway.

"Okay, sure." She agreed and I ran upstairs to put on some jeans and shoes, coming back down in a flash.

"Thanks." I commented to her as we got in the car and made our way there. She made an agreeing sound as we kept going.

It wasn't long until we pulled up to a huge house. One that was painted a cream color with white banisters and a lush grass front yard. Immediately, I decided that I hated it on account of how pompous it looked.

My mom stepped out of the car and motioned for me to do the same. I did so, with a large groan, and walked up to the door with her.
"Be nice, please." I chuckled. Right.

Soon, someone opened the door. They looked to be my mom's age with dark, long, brown hair and clothes that just made her seem well off. It skeezed me out. She seemed... better and wore nothing compared to what my mom did.

"Oh, Melissa! Welcome! Come inside" The woman said with a smile. Mom smiled back and thanked her as we walked into a huge fourier. It had dark wooden floors that shined and were lined with furniture straight from a magazine. It was safe to say that the inside looked just as arrogant as the outside and it made me gag. Who were these people?

When I got further into the house, I saw a guy. He looked my be my age with relatively short hair but it was the same color and texture as his mom's. It was curly but wavy throughout and he was covered in clothing that looked opposite to his mom's,

"This is my son, Vic." The woman introduced, pointing at him and bringing him closer to her. She looked at me with a smile as I stood there. I felt so out of place, it was shitty.

Soon, a man smaller than me came walking in and chuckled as he saw me. I scrunched my eyebrows and looked for my mom who had just walked into the next room with the other lady.

"What?" I asked, icily.

"Nothing, son. You just look... different." I looked at him with glaring eyes. What? "Like a delinquent."

"Right and you look like the 40 year old virgin went to a golf convention; we all have styles." I scoffed but mom flicked my mouth sharply and I winced before looking at her. She glared at me with eyes that demanded for me to behave and mind my tongue.

I didn't want to be in this house anymore. I felt like a hopeless idiot in it so began to make my way in the opposite direction. As I turned the corner and headed to the front door, I heard the laugh of the boy from before. I looked at him with an unimpressed look and questioned him.

"Are you here to insult me too because I really couldn't care less who you people are. As long as you're not like this to my mom, we won't have any issues." I hissed at him. He smiled slightly before shaking his head.

"No, no. I'm Vic." He held out his hand for me to shake but I just looked at it. I don't want to be buddy-buddy with these people. I don't like them.

"Okay... Well," He cleared his throat from a voice crack that sounded pretty high as it went lower to what it was before. He sounded like a girl for a second, actually. I furrowed my eyebrows at him and he looked at me with embarrassment.

We're in high school, puberty is long gone. I guess there are late bloomers, though. Poor guy.

"Anyway, what you said to my dad back there was pretty funny."

"Wasn't meant to be but thanks, I guess." I said. I kept my distance from him so I could see everything Vic was doing.

"That's okay. He didn't mean it, you know. My dad actually thinks you're cool for standing up for yourself like that. You should come over for dinner tonight." He crossed his arms and offered.

"Yeah, no thanks." I chuckled, leaving the house to go sit in the car. But, I didn't get to because Vic followed me out and stood on the sidewalk in front of the car.

"Are you sure? It'll be, you know, cool I guess." He shrugged. I was positive. I didn't want to spend anymore time with these people than I already had to.

"I'm sure." I said bluntly.

"Oh-" He was cut off by someone yelling across the street as they made their way over to us. I recognized them. That was Justin and he was a piece of shit but everyone still managed to have run-ins with him. He was kind of like the Flu.

"Well isn't it the she-he!" He sang. Who was he talking to? "Little Miss. Gender-Bender!" I looked at Vic and he looked down with... with something. Fear?

"Shut up, Justin. Go fuck yourself in the ass or something." I commented, stopping him in his tracks as we came face to face.

"You just want to watch don't you, Kellin Queer?"

"The only thing I'll watch is you leaving after I give you a fucking black eye if you don't leave him alone." I said. He looked me up and down as he chuckled and looked over to Vic last. He stood there, watching us with eyes full of worry. Why was I standing up for him? I just met him.

"Is your boyfriend protecting you now, V? Is that what's happening?" Justin asked as he walked closer to Vic, getting in his face. He looked down again so he wouldn't make eye contact with Justin.

"What's in the pants, kid?" He asked in an audible whisper and I'd had enough. I didn't want to hear him talk again.

"Shut the fuck up, Hills." I said, standing in front of him now as I pushed him back. He turned around, asking 'Or what' but I swiftly punched him in the face as he looked at me, stunned.

I pulled him away from Vic and punched him in the face one more time, a bloody nose appearing as he tried to swing at me again but I used my other fist to punch him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him in one motion. He was on the ground, coughing as I turned around to bring Vic back inside.

"Hey!" I yelled out and Mrs. Fuentes or whoever came running towards us. "Your kid almost got beat up by the prick on the ground over there." I said with a point.

"Vic, is that true? Are you okay? What happened?" She asked in a worry but Mr. Fuentes just looked at him with a smirk.

"Melissa, would you mind if you and your son came over for dinner tonight?"

"Not at all, Mr. Fuentes. We'll be there, don't worry." I heard my mom reply and I let out a deep breath. Dear God in heaven.

I looked at Mr. Fuentes with a blank expression that held no emotion and he looked at me with the same countenance as before, smirk and all. What the fuck was running through his head?