The Camera Girl ( A Kellin Quinn fanfiction )

The Camera Girl

"It's my first day of my new school! ooh, how may assholes are gonna be there do ya think i will meet today? pause this video now and comment! no cheating!" i say into my camera as i walk up to the school gates.

let me fill you in on a few things, My name is Cassidy, but i go as Cass. i have loing-ish blue hair, with a nose and lip ring. i am quite small at only 5'5, and my music is probably very important. Black Veil brides are my number one. I just moved here to America from England so i'm pretty new to the different life style. Oh, and did i mention that i'm a youtuber, CrazyCass. i'm not that well known, but am growing and would love to have a career in it.

Anyway, i finally reach the office and the woman sitting at the desk takes one look at my ripped skinny jeans, All Time Low tee and eye liner and gives an annoyed sigh. Fuck the haters, i don't give a shit what she thinks.

she basically throws my timetable towards me and lazily tells me to go down the hall to room 13. as I reach there, as soon as I open the door, all eyes are immediately stuck to me. I begin to feel nervous but dont let it show as if I did, it would be seen as a weakness. but I am one of the loudest, bubbliest people you will ever meet, though I can be one sassy bitch if I need to be.

"um, hey, im cass walters, I think ive got the right room. I just started here at Bembrook high." I say, slowly making my way across the room to the teacher.

"ah yes, cassidy, I think you will love it here!" she says, obviously faking enthusiasm.

"please call me Cass" I correct, hating my original name.

"cassidy, please take a seat next to kellin bostwick, just over there." I cringe at the cassidy comment and look over to wherw she carelessly pointed.

"does the emo have to sit next to me? oh and by the way, My name is Kellin quinn!" I look over, trying to find where the voice came from,

'if one more comment like that is said, I may just need to get my sass out!' I think glancing round the room. finally my gaze rests upon the owner of the voice. I am amazed at what i see. Perfect mid-long black hair, being held up by sunglasses, a full sleeve of tatoos, making him look immensley sexy. Wait. this fucker just insulted me! why should i be thinking about him like this? i make my way over to find him deliberatley placing his back pack on the chair i am supposed to sit. on

"oh no, is this seat is taken? you better move you big ass somewhere else..." he says in mock sympathy. i look to see miss looking amused, not at kellins snyde comment, but to see my next move, almost sensing the sass building up. i just smile sweetly back.

"oh, okay then i guess i'll get out of the way!" i look at the satisfied look and am happy to get the reaction i was hoping. as i turn around i 'accidently' knock off the bag, sending the contents of his bag flying to that floor.

"oh, clumsy me! look, the seats not taken anymore, guess my 'big asre' will just have to take it!" i say and slump down in my chair. all i hear is whispers containg the words bitch, who does she think she is? and whole shitload more, until i hear laughing from the corner of the room. i turn to see a small boy wearing a black beanie on his head (well i say small boy but he is still talller than me...) laughing, not at me, but with me. i smile and wave and the boy and he waves back smiling at me. i turn back to see miss trying to hold back a laugh.

"mr bostwick! clear up that mess! now!" she says sternley.

"make her do it! she's the one who did it!" he complains

"now Kellin, we have a policy at this school to make people welcome! telll me, is blaming things on someone who did nothing going to make cass here welcome?" she asked, pretending to be oblivious to the situation, and i smile, happy that i must be on her good side for her to use my prefered name.

"What the fuck! not even the faggot viktor gets into trouble! he was laughing his gay ass off!" he whines, seemily to be his only talent.

"oh, i didn't hear anything! and that language is offensive and uncalled for, detention after school tonight, i will tell your parents." i am now able to realise that the kid in the back is Viktor, although, with the name, he seems overly familiar...

I am called to the front and miss explains the rules and that I eill be very welcome here... well that's obviously not true! I am also told that I won't be in lessons today as I am having a tour, hopefully it's with some nice guy like Viktor, not a dumbass bitch like kellin.

I sit back down and miss calls kellin to the front, giving me a nice view of him. his gorgeous black hair goes down to just past his chin, wearing a top with a funny slogan of I pooped today! which was incredibly cute. then we get to the skinny jeans, and boy, are they skinny! they make his arse look super cu- wait what the fuck am I thinking! he's a dickwhap! okay, I guess he's an incredibly hot dickwhap, but that shouldn't change anything!

I am suddenly taken from my day dream by shouting from the front of the class.

"When I said I wass gonna show the new kid around the school I didn't think they were gonna be an ugly emo fag!" oh shit, I guess I know who my tour guide is gonna be...

"what did I say about language mr bostwick! and you have already been assigned so you will have to deal with it for today!" she dismisses and sits back down, just as the bell goes.

as I stand up I can feel the glares of his followers, and I can hear them talking about how horrible it just be to have to spend the whole day with the 'ugly emo'. do people honestly not have any other insults?!?

I stand up and impatiently wait by the door, waiting for kellin to stop flirting or making himself 'cool'.

after what seems like forever, he finally arrives. I make sure he notices how annoyed I am.

"god, what crawled up your ass?" he asks, trying to make a good insult.

"is that the best you can come up with? god your such a shitwhip!" I groan, but liking my new nickname for him.

I look around to see the hallways empty, and he just brushes past my shoulder, sending flares sparkalling down my arm, god, I hate feelings!

he suddenly stops, a confused look plastered on his face. he just shakes his head and keeps on walking, me following closly behind.

this is gonna be one hell of a year!