The Swordfish Club (Kellic)

Chapter 14

I leaned against my locker with a painful groan. I woke up this morning with an awful headache and I think it wouldn't go away anytime soon. For someone so cheerful and always ecstatic, it wasn't a current thing for me to cry to this extent, but I did. That's the only thing I could think about if someone asked me to describe my weekend: crying over and over again. Now, it was Monday and I would have preferred to hide away under the covers of my comfy bed. Instead, I was at school. There was a good thing about it, I wouldn't have so much time to think about my father. The problem? There would be Vic and I wasn't ready for that. I just didn't want to bear with it. Seeing him would just break me over again.

"Kellin!"

I raised my head up, startled, and noticed Emmeric, a few feet away, walking fast toward me. He had the biggest smile I had ever seen on his face and my heart melted for the first time since Vic shattered it.

"Guess what?" He asked, hopping up and down like an overexcited puppy. He was so cute right now, it made me feel a tiny better.

"What?" I tried to question, mustering some excitation in my voice but honestly, it just sounded monotonous.

"I just passed by one of the guys from the art class and he told me the teacher wanted me back!" he said with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Wait, maybe it's just a joke," I told him, surprising myself with my pessimism. Wow, I was really feeling low to say something like that.

I shouldn't have told him that, his happiness fell off his face instantly, replaced with a worried one.

"What makes you think so?" he asked as his lips twitched slightly.

"I mean, you should check the information," I tried to reassure him but he was already all nervous about it.

He nodded slowly, pondering the thought.

"I guess you're right, I'll do it right now and..." he stopped, frowning deeply as he looked at my face more attentively

I knew exactly why. I had a terrible face today, I saw it in the mirror this morning. Big dark circles, dull eyes, and my skin was paler than usual; I looked like a zombie.

"What's wrong?" he questioned straight away and I was a little surprised. I mean, Emmeric wasn't the kind of guy to go straight to the point usually. He preferred doing things subtly.

I sighed dramatically, it would make me feel a tiny better screaming what was on my mind, but I was so tired thinking about it, I just needed to forget. My father wouldn't come back, he would stay away from my life and soon, he would just be a faded memory. Plus, I never told Emmeric about my family and I didn't really want to go through all the explanation right now.

"Nothing, just a tiring weekend, that's all," I dodged the question with a shrug.

He looked at me intently and I would have felt the same way if he had directly scrutinized my mind.

"It's Vic, right?"

My heart skipped a beat and I just stared at him with wide eyes, dumbfounded. I couldn't even bring myself to ask him how he knew that Vic was partly responsible for my mood.

"I know it Kellin," Emmeric went on and I felt myself getting paler.

"What do you know?" I asked, having difficulty to swallow correctly.

Emmeric sighed and looked around us, just to make sure no one was listening.

"I uh see the way you two look at each other and I-I know something bad happened because you don't look at him the same way you used to, and you're feeling low," he explained, averting his eyes from me, his cheeks turning red.