Fast Times At Clairemont High

Chapter 8

Today I woke up somewhat depressed. Sure, I have an amazing boyfriend, but I felt really scared about the whole school finding out I was gay. I really didn't want to go to school, which luckily for me, will be over in a few more months. Quite a few, but still. I just really didn't want to go to school anymore and maybe, just maybe, I missed being popular. Now, I was down the bottom of the food chain. I just didn't think school was going to be fun.

Sighing, I continued getting ready to meet Kellin. I was running late so he would already be waiting. Once I was all packed, I ran towards the pole were Kellin and I had agreed to meet, only when I got closer I saw him on the ground. It looked like he was covered in blood, I couldn't tell if it was his so I ran up to him. When I got to him I saw it was his blood.

"Kellin! Kellin!" I yelled frantically. 'If only I got here sooner,' kept running though my mind. I knelt down beside him looking over his body. He had coughed up a lot of blood and it looked like his nose was bleeding. His leg also looked like it was broken.

I checked for a pulse on him, which thankfully I found. I quickly pulled him onto my lap, kissing his forehead repeatedly and dialed 911.

Soon enough, the ambulance had got here and I had convinced them to let me ride with Kellin by saying I was his brother. How they believed I'll never know. We look nothing alike.

At the hospital, they rang his mom and dad. I was waiting for them, sitting beside Kellin's bed. He was unconscious. Someone had beat him up. I wanted to know who exactly did that to him so I could make them feel the same as me.

I was almost in tears because he's so perfect. He just... He didn't deserve this. 'This wouldn't have happened if I left when I was meant to,' I thought over and over again. It was all my fault, that was for sure.

His mom arrived not long after. "Oh no, Kellin," she spoke quietly as she saw him. Tears pricked my eyes because I felt so damn guilty. His mom started crying which made me feel even guiltier.

After a few hours, his mom told me to go home and not to go to school until she had sorted something out. She also told me Kellin would call me when he's all better.

When I got home all I wanted was to be with Kellin, but I knew I would have to wait. I went to bed that night not expecting to have to wait as long as I did. Little did I know it would be weeks before I spoke to Kellin again.