Dear Kellin

Chapter One...

Hi. My name is Kellin. I'm going to tell you a story. I'm not very good at telling stories so please don't get mad. This story doesn't particularly have a happy ending. Some people will like it. Some people will hate it. I just wanted people to know. So.. here it goes.

It all started when I had just started eleventh grade. I was, what you say a wallflower. I didn’t have a lot of friends, and when I did they had other best friends to hang out with. So, I let out my sadness through writing. My mother said I was an excellent writer, everyone did. I felt it was probably the only thing I was good at, and giving people advice.

I had just started a column in the school newspaper, giving advice to people who needed it. I gave them any advice they craved, except for homework answers of course. My guidance counselor thought it would be a good way to talk to people and make some friends but so far, I got nowhere. I just helped people answer their questions.

I was currently roaming the halls, still trying to find my stupid Spanish class. God I hated Spanish. It was only the second day and I already hated it. The kids didn’t even care about their education; it was like the class for criminals. And the teacher wasn’t much better. All she did was mope about how her boyfriend dumped her, again. It was pathetic.

Once I actually found the class, the bell had just rung, so I went in quickly and took my seat, not caring who I sat beside. The teacher was still wiping her eyes, not surprising. She was just about to talk when a tall, long haired boy walked in. I’ve never noticed him before, but I didn’t notice a lot of people anyways.

He was truly beautiful. He had perfect locks, and his bangs made him even more beautiful. He was both muscular and fragile at the same time. And I really loved his tie-dye hoodie. His eyes sparkled like the night sky. And his mouth, oh his mouth. I just wanted to plant kisses all over him he was that beautiful.

I knew I was gay before I saw the dick, but after the dick oh God, I felt like it was my life right then. I came out to my mother and nobody else because, the people at my school are judgmental assholes, trust me, whenever somebody comes out they always switch schools cause of the people here.

Once the astonishing boy came in, I was praying he would notice me. Even if he wasn’t gay, I would still want him to notice me.

The teacher snapped me out of my daze when she slammed a large ruler on my desk, making me jump.

“Well Mr. Quinn, it seems like you want detention. You know which room.” She spat at me.

“Room 226. Three o’clock.” I sigh and slouched down in my chair. Detention sucked. Not because we didn’t do anything, but because Coach Johnson made us do everything. He made us wash the graffiti off of the brick wall outside. And on worse occasions he made us rub his gross, filthy feet.

I saw the handsome boy walk over and take a seat right in front of me. It felt like a dream come true, but I soon realized it was the only seat left.

I soon felt a wad of paper being thrown at me. I picked it up and unraveled it. I was mad and hurt at the picture I saw. It was me with heart eyes, looking at the handsome boy, whose name I still don’t know. And at the bottom it said ‘Stop drooling, Kellin.’ I was furious. I wanted to punch whoever made this

I was about to throw it back at them when the beautiful man looked at the photo, “Did you draw that?”

I jumped, forgetting he was still there. Even his voice sounded beautiful. It sounded like a unicorn and a rainbow had a baby. I was already loving him by the minute.

“Uh.. No. these stupid kids drew it. It’s nothing.” I say quickly and shove the drawing in my messenger bag.

He smiled a perfect smile, “I don’t think we’ve ever met, I’m Vic, Vic Fuentes.” Where have I heard that name before?

“Kellin, Kellin Quinn. Are you new?’ I ask, being has stupid has possible, of course he’s new. I’ve never seen him before.

“Actually, no. I’ve been coming here since freshman year.” How could I have never noticed this beautiful thing?

It amazed me how I know that name from somewhere. Fuentes. Maybe it was a friend who had the same last name. I have no idea, but I knew I wanted Vic.

As the class went by, all I could think about was Vic. I wanted to know everything about him. His favorite color, his birthday, his fears, everything. All I know was it would be beautiful. I didn’t even know him for an hour and I already wanted to be with him. I was going to get him. If it was the last thing I did.

Soon, the bell rung and class was over. I had to talk to him.

“So Vic, what class do you have next?” I say, trying not to sound flirtatious or anything.

“Uhm.. History. Are you in that class? I don’t really know where it is so.. yeah.” He laughs. Oh his laugh is amazing. I just want him to talk to me and laugh with me forever.

“I have math. But I can show you where it is. It’s where detention is.” I smile, making him laugh. I’m so happy I made him laugh. That’s the best thing ever.

“Well show me the way then.” He says and starts walking. I get my bag and follow out. I’m just glad I’m actually talking to him. Even thought he was so much taller than me he looked so much more fragile. I never knew how fragile he could’ve been. He looked too fragile.

As we turned the corner of the hallway I looked at him, “Are you okay?” I say. I was shocked, and so was he. It just slipped out, I had no idea what I was saying.

“What?” He asks, confused, like me.

“You.. Your eyes.. They-…When you smile.. It doesn’t reach your eyes.” I say and look at him. The bell had rung by now, and we were already at the History room.

He sighs and looks at me, “Don’t worry. I’m fine.” And with that he left into the room.

I still couldn’t get him off of my mind for the rest of the day. I was determined to find out what was wrong with him. No matter what it took. So with that, I got my books out of my locker at the end of the day and headed to detention.