LOVE IN HIGH SCHOOL

chapter 5

Vic's POV

I liked when Kellin and I played that song I got in the music room. He seemed really excited and just overall happy. And his playing was awesome too, it was like he already knew the song. He seemed so excited when I told him I liked and I can't really figure out why exactly. I mean, it's not like it was his. Yeah, whatever. There's no way he could've known that.

And yeah, I'm basically dying to found out who the person sending these letters is. It has been going on for a while and I still don't have the slightest clue who could it be. Maybe it's a girl. It most likely is, because let's face it, no guy would write me that. Why would anyone even like me in the first place. Who ever it is, it makes me feel special. On the other hand, maybe this is all just a joke my friends are pulling off.

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I read the paper again and put it on the shelf, besides all the letter and notes I got for the past time. I sigh and sit back down by my desk and open my notebook. Why isn't this person telling me who he or she is? It's like they are scared of me. Why would they be? Whatever, I should stop thinking about it.

I have no idea what's been going on lately with Kellin. He's acting different around me. As if he's always holding himself back, he's so nervous all the time and basically doesn't really speak to me anymore. Why would he be scared of me? We were best friends, but now we're just drifting apart. And it's not my fault. Everytime when I ask him what's wrong or if he's alright, he always shrugs it off and pretends everything is fine. I hate it, but what can I do about it? Nothing.

I open my notebook and try studying for history, because we have tests coming up and I know absolutely nothing. I've been just caught up with all of this and Kellin so much, I totally forgot about school for some time. I can't stop thinking about him and something's definitely wrong.

Suddenly I heard my phone ring. I reached out with my hand and grabbed it off the night stand. I checked the caller ID and it was Kellin's. So much about that.

"Hello Kells. How are you?", I answered rather cheerfully into the phone and stood up. I was smiling and began playing with the edges of the curtain. "Uh hi.. I'm fine. You?," he asked a bit hesitant and his voice a little bit shaky.

What's wrong? Why is he like that? "You know, the usual. Doing homework and shit," I said and laughed a bit. That always gets him.

He just awkwardly chuckled. "Yeah.. I was wondering, you have any time today ?," he said, sounding a bit excited. I couldn't really tell since his voice was somewhat quiet.

I scratched the back of my neck. Damn, I feel guilty now. "Sorry, but I already promised Pete and Patrick to go with them to the movies. You can just join us, ya? Come on, it'll be fine," I invited him to tag along with us. Plus, I get to spend time with him again. I was hoping he'd say yes. Please say yes.

"Oh.. that's fine. You enjoy with them and tell them I'm saying hi. Maybe next time then, right? Bye..," he swiftly said and just hang up.

What the hell was that? Seriously, what's been going on? I though that maybe if I invite him out with us, he'll agree and have fun. But I guess no. I feel a bit bad though, because he wanted to hang out with me and I said I can't.

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I couldn't really focus on studying, because Kellin somewhat always found a way to creep up in my thought. Why? I don't even like him and now I keep thinking about him and just overall feel guilty for doing anything that doesn't really include him.

I'll talk to him tomorrow. Promise.

My thoughts were interrupted by someone throwing small pebbles on my window. I got up, opened the window and stuck my head out. On the yard stood Pete with this wide grin on his face as he was still throwing little rocks. "Hey, stop it!" I laughed. "Yes babe, let him be," Patrick calmly said, but it was obvious he was joking.

"Okay, okay," Pete said and tossed the pebbles somewhere in the bushes. "Come downstairs, we don't have all day! Besides, the movie starts in an hour or so!," he added and I nodded. "Come on Vic, chop chop," he said again and I closed the window.

I quickly pulled on my jacket and grabbed the keys off the table. I left my phone and all the other stuff all around my desk. I'll rearrange this once I get home. I ran down the stairs and met them on the front porch.