Champagne, Flowers & Chocolate - Kellic - Boyxboy

chapter sixteen

Regan holds me as I stuff popcorn into my mouth. This movie sucks, I don't care much for action films, but this is nice. I like being held.

It's two in the morning and I asked him if I could come over after another shitty nightmare. Surprisingly he was still up and agreed. Now we're just hanging out, it's nice.

"You're so pretty when you're bored." Regan murmurs looking down at me and I blush.

"O-oh, no, I'm not bored." I lie in hopes to not be rude.

"You totally are. It's okay." he chuckles.

He pulls my shirt down at the collar and kisses my shoulder. I resist the urge to move away and hope that he stops doing that soon.

"We can do something else." He murmurs, suggestively.

I give him an apologetic smile and shake my head.

"I'm not really in the mood." I tell him.

It's half a lie. That's not the real reason. I'm taking Vic's advice and am holding out of Regan for a bit.

"You haven't been in the mood all week, please, Kell. I need it." he whines.

"Look, I think we should just take things slow." I admit.

He sighs and sits back seeming frustrated.

"Never heard of BJK wanting to take things slow." he mutters under his breath.

"Excuse me?" I ask, hoping that I heard wrong.

"Nothing." he mumbles.

"No, tell me what you just said!" I snap.

He sighs and glares at me.

"I just think its ridiculous that I'm dating Blow-Job-Kellin and I am yet to get a blow job." he huffs.

I instantly push away from him.

"You know who I am?" I screech, a sick feeling in my stomach.

"Baby, every guy in town knows who you are. You are infamous. Why do you think I'm wasting my time with you?" he mutters.

I jump off the sofa, tears welling in my eyes.

"You're a fucking asshole." I sniff.

"I'm an asshole? You're an asshole. You've been with every guy in town but hold out on me?" he grumbles.

"I thought this was different." I whimper, tears racing down my cheeks. "I thought we were going to have more than that."

Regan just snorts.

"You're delusional if you think that anyone will ever see you as more than just a toy to play with. You're not boyfriend material, Kellin. Face it." he chuckles.

Shaking and crying, I leave his house and run out into the cool night air.

I fee used, I feel dirty and I feel stupid.
I run to the only place I know I'm wanted. I knock on Vic's door rapidly and loudly, not stopping until it opens.

Vic stands before me, seeming to have just woke up.

"Kell, hey, what's wrong?" he coos.

I don't answer, I just throw my arms around him, bury my face in his chest and cry.

"Let's get you inside, Darling." he whispers.

He ushers me in the house and takes me to the living room. He sits me down on the sofa, takes a blanket off the arm of the chair and throws it over me.