Impossible Body Type (A Kellic)

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Well here's a chapter you guys! I know it isn't the best but we're getting back on the right track! Thanks for reading you guys it means a lot💕

| Kellin's POV |

My Dad dropped me off at the school doors and I dropped my eyes to the floor as I made my way through the crowded halls. Once I was almost at my locker I looked up to see Vic standing there smiling at me. I walked over and stood in front of him with a blush on my face.
"H-hi."
"Hey Kells." He said with a toothy grin. I just kind of shuffled in place not knowing what to say. The silence wasn't awkward but I didn't want to come across as an idiot, but that was bound to happen whether I spoke or not.

I opened my mouth to ask him about his night when he suddenly wrapped me in a hug. I was taken aback and I couldn't really believe he was hugging me. I gained a few of my senses back and then wrapped my arms around his neck tightly. He hugged me for what seemed like forever and to say I didn't enjoy it would be a lie. His hug was firm and comforting and made the butterflies stir even more. Much to my dismay he eventually pulled away but not completely. He kept one arm wrapped around my shoulders as he turned towards my locker, putting in the combination.
"I missed you." He told me casually as he gathered my books for my first class and put away the extra ones.
"Really? You saw m-me just the other day."
"Of course I missed you! Life's boring when you're not around." He shrugged and sent me another one of his signature smiles. I smiled lightly and nodded my head at him.
"W-whatever you say. I...uhh...i-i missed you too." I told him quietly and his face lit up even more, if that was possible.

He gave my hand a squeeze and we started down the hallway towards my class. Vic was chatting idly beside me, telling me something about how his brother ruined his math homework and he had to redo it all. I giggled slightly at how cute he looked. His eyebrows were furrowed in aggravation and he had the smallest of crinkles around his eyes from squinting them. We stopped outside of the classroom and he talked until the bell rang. He gave me a sad look and hugged me goodbye before running off to his own class so he wouldn't be late.

I smiled at his retreating figure and shook my head slightly before going in to class. I dodged the other students filling the room and took a seat at my usual desk near the back. I flipped open my notebook and readied myself for a boring lecture. I dug through my bag for a pencil when I felt something hit the back of my head. I looked up and glanced around to see if anyone was trying to get my attention, however it seemed that everyone was focused on the board as the teacher started to write.

I glanced at the floor and noticed a piece of wadded up paper laying behind the leg of my desk chair. I picked it up and opened up as quietly as possible. I glared down at the poor handwritten word written on the messy piece of paper.

'Faggot'

I shook my head and gave the paper another glance before wadding it back up and sticking it in my jacket pocket. I looked around the room again, trying to see if I could point out who had threw the piece of paper at me. No one was looking in my direction, all their attention seemed to be focused on the lesson.

I picked my pencil back up and hurriedly scribbled down the few notes already written. The teacher droned on and in and I tried to pay attention but the note in my pocket felt like a 20 pound weight. No one had ever called me something like that. I've known I was gay for as long as I remember, my dad was perfectly fine with it but since I never really had any friends I had never really came out to anyone besides my Dad.

Someone must have saw Vic and I in the hallway, but all we did was hug. It's not like we had a full blown make out session in the hallway or something. It wasn't anyone's business anyway, but it still bothered me. I couldn't grasp the concept of why people find it okay to call someone something that's seen as vile and disgusting, but maybe that's why they had called me that. I was disgusting but I didn't think being gay made me that way. My sexuality had nothing to do with how much of a disgrace and screw up I was, at least I didn't think it did.

The bell rang and startled me out of my thoughts. I bent down again to get my bag only to feel something else hit the back of my head. I snapped my head up but I couldn't see anything thanks to all of the people standing up to leave. I quickly grabbed the crumpled white piece of paper from the floor and made my way out of the room.