It's been a few days since Tay and I saw Vic and the rest of the soccer team at the pizza place. Turns out Tay and Jaime hit it off pretty well and have been texting constantly. She told me she likes him but doesn't think he feels the same way. I just told her the same thing she told me when I first told her about my feelings for Vic, "You get that fine Mexican piece of ass"
As Vic promised, he was indeed looking for me at school. When ever he saw me on the hallway he actually smiled and waved at me. It made me happy that now he actually knew who I was. I've been sitting with him and some of his other friends during lunch. He introduced me to them all but I still feel like an outcast, even if they do try to include me in their conversations.
Now it's Friday and today at lunch Vic asked if I wanted to hang at his house after school. I agreed and told him I would meet him at his locker at the end of 7th period.
I sat, bored, in my last period of the day. I also shared this period with Jesse, and how I referred to them before: his wolf pack. Even though I sit in the corner in the very back of the classroom I still get crumpled up papers and and airplanes thrown at my head. And don't let me forget the endless list of insults. Also to my convenience, the pencil sharpener is located right next to me so whenever Jesse feels the need to say something or hit me, he has a free pass. I put my head on my desk, not paying attention to the lesson, and started scribbling random words in my notebook. Also bored with that, I looked up at the clock and noticed the bell was about to ring. Once it did Jesse walked up to me.
"Hey faggot. How's it goin?"
"Great. How's yours?" I asked. Sarcasm dripping from my lips.
"Great and even better considering I get to pound a certain queers worthless ass." As he said that he tried to grab ahold of my shirt but I saw it coming so I was able to move away from his grasp, grab my backpack and run out the door. Taking a longer way to Vic's locker to make sure he wasn't following me. At this point most people were already out of the school. As I got closer he saw me and waved. I returned the action with a smile. I didn't even walk 5 steps before I was slammed against a locker.
"Didn't think I would catch you did ya now? huh?" Jesse's spat in my face.
"Nope. I didn't know you were that athletic. Tell me. How did you do it?" I responded smirking.
"Hey! Get off of him!" oh god Vic. Why?
"Oooh! Pretty boys got a boyfriend! Oh! And it's the captain of the soccer team. Ah man. I wonder how people or going to respond to that."
"I.. I'm not his boyfriend and let go of him. I'm not going to tell you again." Jesse let go of my shirt and put his hands up as if he were surrendering.
"Ok pretty boy. Go ahead and spend time with your boyfriend." "Don't worry we'll finish this up later. And don't think I'll forget" he whispered the last part so only I could hear. I began to walk towards Vic who still had a worried or scared look on his face. I couldn't quite tell which one but it could've been a mixture of both. We started heading out to his car.
"What was that about?" he asked. I just shrugged.
"Nothing really. But don't worry. I'm used to it."
"What do you mean your used to it? How often does that type of thing normally happen?"
"Um.. every day almost."
"Are you fucking serious Kellin?! You can't just let that keep happening. "
"Well there's not much I can do about it." I responded shrugging my shoulders once again trying to end the conversation and opening the passenger door. I though I heard him mutter a 'not if I can help it' but I think It was the hope in the back of my head begging that he actually gave a shit about little old me. The worthless and suicidal Kellin Quinn. The car ride was mostly silent, other then the small noise of a Chiodos album playing through his speakers. One more thing to add on to the list of great things about Victor Fuentes: He has an excellent taste in music. He finally broke the silence by asking me a question that caused me to nearly choke on my own spit.
"Kellin are you gay?"
"Um, yeah I am." My voice lowering with each word. He must've noticed my timidness because right after he said,
"Don't worry I'm not like a homophobe or anything. Actually, that what would make me a hypocrite." That time I did choke on my spit.
"WHAT! Your gay?"
"I am." his cheeks began to redden. What are the odds. Vic fucking Fuentes is gay. I couldn't wipe the smile on my face. I turned to look out the window. Maybe I have a chance with this quite perfect boy.
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Maybe I'll have a double update.. I dunno. Keep your fingers crossed. But to anyone reading this, as of right now this book is going to have slow updates because I am focused on my main book: Stomach Tied In Knots. But bye c:
