Celebrate the Way the Night Hides Scars || Kellic Highschool Fanfiction

Notes in class <3

Vic's POV

He passes back the piece of paper to me, I can't believe he actually responded! It says ''What's your name'' 

'Vic, yours?' I write on the paper. I pass it back to him, I look at him as he writes something on the paper. He's really cute, I feel my palms start to sweat as I wait patiently for him to finish writing. 

His pretty waves of black hair rest on his shoulders as he writes, his tongue poking out his soft pink lips slightly as he concentrates.

He finishes writing on the note, but he doesn't pass it to me, he slides it into his pocket. He looks at me, I look back with a confused expression on my face. He just looks down at his notebook and starts drawing something,

I'm so bored, english isn't my strong point. I forget to end sentences and put quotation marks when people are talking. The teacher says we have to write a paragraph about family. As soon as he mentions 'family' my head drops, what do I write? the only person in my family is Mike. Well obviously my parents are there but they're always drunk. Always emotionally, and sometimes physically abusing me. 'I can't write about this' I think to myself. a tear slips out of my eye. Oh fuck no. I can't cry in class what the hell. More tears run down my face, I lay my head on the desk and cover as much of my face as possible with my hair hoping nobody will see me.

I hear some slight shuffling next to me, I tense up and try to focus on my breathing, I can hear the class around me talking at a medium volume, I listen to the voices and try to let them calm me down, I try to let the rhythm of speaking lull me into a calmer state. 

I feel a hand on my back.

my breath goes short. Who is it? I only hope it's not the teacher... I open one eye and part my hair a little so I can see through. 

It's the cute boy. Oh shit.

What do I do? I completely lose control. I start to cry even more, why are my parents like this? What did I do to deserve this? 

I grab my bag and my note book. I run out of the classroom. I rush to the end on the corridor and out the doors, there's a toilet block just outside the doors, I go inside and lock myself in a cubicle. I cry, thinking about my parents. They used to be nice people but I'm not sure what happened, they started drinking one day and they've never really stopped. then the abuse started, I get hit a lot. I try to protect Mike a lot, I don't care how much I get hurt but I will protect Mike at all costs. 

They yell at me all the time. They make sure that I know I'm worthless. An imbecile, they tell me that I ruined their lives. 

My back slides down the wall as I sob. I clutch my knees to my chest and let it all out.

I hear the door of the toilet block open and footsteps walk in. I grab my face with my hand, trying not to make a single sound, but little sniffles are let out without my control.

KELL'S POV-----

The teacher says that we will be writing a paragraph on family. My mum's pretty cool, this should be easy, i'll have to awkwardly leave my dad out since I don't even know him.

Vic. that's what his name is, cute. He's cute ;)

Vic suddenly drops his head, I look over worriedly as he has quite obviously started crying and is trying to hide it. Nobody in the class even notices, its just me. The teacher drones on about the task as I shuffle across a couple of seats so i'm sitting right next to Vic, I sit there awkwardly for a moment while not knowing what to do. I put my hand on his back hoping it would calm him a little, it seems to work for a few seconds but then he unexpectedly grabs all his stuff and quickly rushes out of the classroom. The teacher looks up for a moment wondering what's going on but he just goes back to his class. 

I wait a couple of minutes, processing what I might say to Vic and then also run out of the class grabbing my bag on the way. 

I immediately go to the nearest bathroom stalls since that seems like a logical place to go when you start crying in class. I walk in but I can't hear anything, I would've expected to hear full on crying, I turn around to walk out but a little sniffle stops me dead in my tracks, I head towards to furthest cubicle at the back of the tiny building, there's a heap of graffiti on the door, and most likely inside it too. I gently knock on the door, and a tiny voice, barely louder than a whisper says, 

''who is it?''

''It's me, Kellin.'' Then I remember that he doesn't know my name yet,

''I'm Kellin, you sat near me in class. are you okay?"

Vic POV----------

Shit. What do i say? Obviously I'm not okay, but he probably doesn't truly care anyway..

"Um, yeah i'm all good you should get back to class.." I say awkwardly, stuttering on the last few words.

"Can I come in?" Kellin asks

"Errrr um I dont know" I curse at myself as I start crying again, I hear my own sobs echo through the bathroom, I try desperately to calm myself down but before I know it, Kellin is climbing over the cubicle door. 

He sits next to me and puts his arm around me. 

I don't really know Kellin but I already feel myself relax in his arms, he feels safe. I feel like as long as i'm in his arms nothing, not even my parents can hurt me.

OKAY... I'm so sorry this chapter was really shit. I didn't really know what I was trying to make happen and It's lowkey a mess.. also I did say that i would update the next day in the last update but oops..... im sorry i hope next chapter will be better

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so im going to see fall out boy this friday which is in like three days and omg, 

fall out boy is the first band i ever got really into so seeing them means a lot to me. THEY WERE THE BEGINNING OF ME BEING EMO HOLY SHIT!!11!

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