The True Kings || kellic

Chap. 2 || What Am I Doing Here?

Kellin's P.O.V.

{{two years later}}

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"I hope you understand that with situations like Kellin's, we recommend not starting in the middle of the semester," the principal stated, watching my deadbeat mother with caution.

"Yes, I understand. I just think it will be best for him so he can make some friends," she replied. There she goes again, always with the friends. Ever since two years ago......my mom thinks I need friends. The thing is though, I don't. "Alright. We'll have him start school next Monday," the principal declared.

"I can start today," I piped in. The truth was, I just couldn't stand the thought of sitting in a house with my mom who's been acting like a ghost for the past 13 years. The only reason I went to school was to keep distracted from my messed-up life. And that's what I intended to do. "If you insist, Mr. Bostwick. Gather your things. The secretary outside will give you your schedule," the principal ordered me. I didn't even correct him on my last name like I usually do. I was just ready to get out of that office and away from my mom.

I got up from my chair and rushed out of the office, my backpack slung over my shoulder. "Kellin, honey, wait a minute," my mom called after me. Slowly, I turned in my heel in her direction with a sigh. She stood in front of me, looking my small frame up and down, and a sad smile came across her face. "Have a good first day, alright?" All I could do was give a short nod of my head and pull out of the grasp her frail hands had on my shoulders.

I turned towards the lady at the desk. After telling her my name, she found my schedule and told me my first class was English with Mr. Urie. Soon, I had my schedule in hand and was making my way to the door out to the hallway, but three words from my mom made me stop. "I love you," she called out, her voice full of hope that I would respond with a warm 'I love you too, mom.' But after standing in the doorframe with my back still to her for a moment, I kept walking.

Traveling to the class, I thought of my mom. Sometimes, I really did feel bad for her, she never really seemed there. With what happened when I was younger...it changed her. She's never been the same. And I can't stand it. Being around her now makes me uneasy. She feels like your grandmother's priceless antique vase. You want to be gentle with it, and care for it, never wanting it to break because you don't know what shit storm your grandmother will have when she finds out.

When I got to the hallway of the classroom, I grew nervous. I knew I wouldn't be the depressed freak with the dead friend who's dad walked out on them; I would be the creepy new kid. Oh, well. Might as well get it over with now. When I reached the open door, I knocked my knuckles against the door frame. Someone who I guessed was Mr. Urie turned away from the whiteboard and asked me, "How may I help you?"

"Uh, yeah, I'm Kellin. I just moved here. Is this Mr. Urie's classroom?" I responded looking over the students. All of them studied me harshly, watching me like a fish in an aquarium tank. One person stuck out to me like a sore thumb, though. He had chocolate brown hair that flowed all the way to his shoulders. His bangs were falling in his eyes as he was furiously scribbling something down. When he looked up, I noticed a nose ring and tan skin.

His dark brown eyes looked up from his desk and started at my checkerboard vans, then trailed up my ripped skinny jeans to my "Misfits" band t-shirt and finally landing on my face. "Ah, yes, Kellin Bostwick. Welcome to senior English. You can sit right back there," Mr. Urie told me while pointing to a desk in the back.

"Thanks, and actually I go by Kellin Quinn," I thanked him. I never go by my father's name. I'd rather have my mom's maiden name then my stupid dad's last name. He just nodded his head and turned back towards the whiteboard. I started to shimmy back to the desk Mr. Urie gestured to. As I passed the strange boy's desk, I heard him murmur, "Nice shirt." I replied with, "As to you," after noticing his t-shirt displaying the band, "Green Day".

My heart fluttered in joy from the exchange of words. Sure, it was just five words, passed back and forth between people that didn't know each other, but it was still one of the best little things that has happened to me in a long time. Just knowing that there was at least one person in this school with good music taste was good enough for me.

I finally reached the empty desk and sat down, sliding my backpack off my shoulder. All of the eyes that trailed after me when I was sauntering down the rows of desks all turned back to the front of the room, except for one pair of eyes. And I had a feeling I knew who it was. As I took my time taking out my notebooks and textbook, I could still feel that strange boy watching me.

Finally, I pulled my bored gaze up to the whiteboard. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the strange boy hurriedly turn the way I was looking, obviously hoping I didn't see him watching, but I definitely did. I watched the back of his head for the rest of class.

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Once the bell rang, I slowly pulled myself out of my seat. I followed everyone else out of the classroom to the cafeteria because I didn't know the way. Once I reached the cafeteria, I stood in the middle of the tables looking for somewhere to sit. I spotted the strange boy from my English class. He was seated at a table with three other people.

The two people across from him seemed to be in a heated argument; the boy seated next to him had spiky hair and seemed to be amused by the conversation. I made eye contact with him before walking off to a table in the corner of the room where no one was sitting. After I shoved my earbuds in and blasted my music, I ate the lunch my mom packed for me.

Man, switching schools really sucks. People must think I'm a big loser for eating lunch by myself on my first day of school, but whatever. I got used to the stares from my old school. When people started getting up from their tables, I took that as my cue to go to my next class. Maybe today will get better. At least I hope it will. The highlight of my day so far was exchanging words with a boy I didn't even know the name of.