The Swordfish Club (Kellic)

Chapter 17

I had just come out of water breathless, my muscles were sore and I had the same empty feeling I felt lately after my extra training. Swimming was a chore, it was because of Vic. It was Monday, the competition was next week and you could feel it. There was tension, excitation, and a lot of effort from everyone in the team. Then, there was me. On the outside, I gave the impression to care about it, but really I didn't care at all.

During training, I've focused a lot on swimming. It was easier, that way I didn't have to face the fact Vic acted as if nothing happened, just like he did lately. Why did I have to tell him to separate his private life from training? That was the worst idea. At least it was when I wanted to know what was going on his thick head of a stupid trainer. Okay, I was kind of ignoring one aspect of the situation here, but I didn't really know if I should acknowledge it or not. Well, I should, I was just stupidly scared. Actually, while we were doing the usual medley relay, Emmeric told me that I should speak to Vic and clear things out with him. Of course, it took me off guard first and I just looked at him, dumbfounded. Then, he said that Vic kept sending death glares to him and it was really freaking him out. I didn't witness it but I believed him because it was Emmeric's words, even if it was hard to believe.

I sighed, my stomach tightened with anxiety, which was a rare thing for me but Vic was something. He was changing me. When people say that love drives people crazy, they're right. I folded my arms across my chest and tiptoed toward Vic. Apparently, he wouldn't give me feedbacks today because he was already packing his things back in his sports bag.

I stopped behind him and cleared my throat, gulping in apprehension. I was right to be worried about the kind of reaction he would have because when he turned around, his body tensed up intensely and he gave me a death glare I wished I'd never see on his face.

"Hm, y-you didn't give me feedbacks," I stuttered, chickening out.

"You did well, good job, I have nothing more to say," he said in a robotic tone before turning away from me.

My lower lip quivered and I blinked quickly. Get your shit together Kellin, you didn't do anything wrong. I closed my eyes, breathed in slowly, then breathed out deeply. When I opened my eyes again, I didn't feel ready but I was filled with more determination. I will do it. I needed to get things off my chest and I will, whether he likes it or not.

"Can we talk, please?" I required in a pleading tone. God, I sounded like an agonizing prisoner praying to be pardoned.

He spun around, a stern glare on his face.

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Uh, yes there is," I insisted.

His jaw twitched and I swear I heard his teeth grinding against each other. He looked down at me and suddenly I felt really small in front of this well-built guy who was really angry right now.

"So what? You're with Emmeric, what do you want me to say? Congratulation? Here you go," he snapped.

I was left speechless for a second. Wow, so he was really jealous, Emmeric was completely right, it was hard to believe but the evidence was here.

"I'm not with Emmeric."

"So you just go around kissing random boys, cool," he said with a sarcastic shrug.

I dug my nails into my arms. If at first I was scared and almost timid, these feelings were thrown out the window now that rage was boiling up inside me.

"No! He just caught me off guard yesterday and that's all," I clarified, hating myself at the same time. Fuck I didn't need to justify myself. That's right, Why was I feeling like I should?