Atelophobia (Kellic)

3

The rest of the week went by pretty ordinary, just as every week. Besides the concert, running into Vic had been the most exciting thing that had happened to me. The most exciting thing that had happened to me in a while, honestly. Nonetheless, I was glad I didn't accidently run into him again. I had enough on my mind anyway, taking as the finals slowly started to get closer. We were still at the beginning of the school year but I knew that if I wanted to graduate, which obviously I did, I had to keep up. But at that time, I was failing miserably. My mind was all over the place, except where it was supposed to be. Not that this was unusual, it has been like that ever since I can remember, it just was really inconvenient.

I looked at the clock in our classroom, completely shutting out whatever Mr. Nolan was talking about. It had been like this the whole day, more intense than usual which pissed me off. I didn't know why I was this restless. It wasn't like I could go home after that lesson and enjoy my weekend, I still had history and chemistry after that. Then why did I feel so giddy? It almost felt as if I forgot something. Did I have to hold a presentation? Did I forget my homework? No, I was pretty sure that wasn't it. Then what wa-

No. No. No no no no no no no. It couldn't, it just couldn't. It made no sense. I just wrote it off as sleep deprivement, giving up on trying to concentrate. Surely, the last ten minutes couldn't be that important. I simply let my mind wander as time passed, letting it do what it wanted to the whole time anyway. It wasn't a trait of mine I was particularly fond of; it was quite inconvenient for multiple reasons. Luckily, the bell brought me back to reality, keeping my mind from wandering too far away for me to catch up.

I grabbed my stuff with a sigh before entering into the filled corridors. I managed to get into my next classroom with touching as few people as possible. I had become rather good at avoiding unwanted, physical contact over the last years.

I couldn't help but look for him, noticing he wasn't there yet. I sat down at my usual seat, not quite at the back but not really in the front either, blending in with the rest of the students who were rambling about something I didn't really care about. I automatically looked at the door every time I saw someone entering, cursing myself for behaving that way. It was new and I didn't like it. I have never cared about anyone at this school besides Justin and Jesse. Justin and I became friends pretty quick and a few years later he introduced me to Jesse. The rest is history. I have never shown interest in becoming friends with anyone else, so why was I suddenly that invested in someone I had only talked to two times? Yes, he had been really nice to me but was that enough?

As if on cue I noticed Vic entering the room, talking to someone I didn't recognize at all. I quickly lowered my gaze back down to my table, acting as if I didn't notice them as they were walking past me.  And especially as I noticed that Vic had stopped.

"You coming Vic?"

"Nah I'm gonna sit with Kellin."

I looked up at him in surprise, meeting his friendly soft smile.

"Why would you want to sit next to a freak?"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, being all too familiar with that word. I got it, really. I was a really socially awkward, gay guy with long hair who dressed in mostly black. I knew what most people thought about me, but I didn't care, not anymore. I just kept my head down, it was easier that way.

"Why would I want to sit next to an asshole?"

My eyes nearly fell out of my head and I looked back up at Vic who was looking at the guy straight faced before he sat down next to me, giving me a smirk.

"You really don't have to do this." I stated sincerely, not quite processing what was happening. Did Vic just chose me over a, I don't even know, probably friend of his? They seemed to get along as they walked in at least.