Another Boy Without A Sharper Knife (Kellic)

Chapter 21

Kellin ran to Craig as I felt my heart drop. I watched as they hugged, Craig smiling and gesturing to the living room. Kellin didn't even look back at me before following the tall boy out of sight.

I felt my blood begin to boil as I clenched my jaw, looking around the party. I needed to find someone, anyone who I could just talk to. Preferably one of my friends. My tall brother caught my eye as he left the couch to walk into the kitchen. "Mike!" I called, running after him. He poured a drink before turning around.

"Hey bro, pretty cool party huh? Everyone seems to be having a good time."

"Yeah everyone but me," I scowled, grabbing a cup of the punch.

"What's up? I saw you and Kellin go upstairs so I figured..." Mike wiggled his eyebrows at me, patting me on the back.

"Yeah, far from it," I sighed. "I think I need your brotherly/therapisty advice." Mike nodded for me to continue. "So Kellin is drunk and I obviously didn't want to take advantage of him so I said no to fooling around. Well he got pissed and stormed downstairs and ended up running into that Craig guy who he had a thing with in the hospital. And now they're somewhere talking. Am I getting fucked over because I feel like I am."

Mike gave me a sympathetic look. "That's rough. I guess you're just going to have to trust him. You also have to remember that you and him aren't really an official couple." I nodded, sipping my drink.

"Yeah well I was going to fix that problem later tonight when he's a little less drunk. I was going to ask him to be my boyfriend." I mumbled the last part not really wanting Mike to hear.

"What?!" He exclaimed, looking at me in shock. I gave him a questioning look. Is it that unbelievable that i want a relationship? "It's just after Beau I never thought that you would like have one," he said slowly, gauging my reaction. I hid my head in my hands hoping that if I covered my mouth and nose I could suffocate myself.

"Don't get me wrong Vic I'm trilled! This is all great other than the whole Craig thing. It's just good to see you moving on." I felt my stomach plunge at those words. Was I moving on? I didn't really like the sound of that. It makes it seem like it was so easy to get over Beau which I'm still not even close to doing. I should have known something like this would happen, that I'd end up thinking about him.

"You can go back to your friends Mike I'm going to get some air."

"You sure?" he questioned, a little concerned. I just nodded my head before walking through the sliding glass doors that led out into our backyard. It was even packed out here. There were people swimming in the pool and others playing at the volleyball net my dad set up last summer. I ignored all of them and headed over to the garden area taking a seat on the secluded bench.

Maybe this whole Kellin thing is a bad idea. Maybe I'm not ready to have someone in my life. It doesn't seem like he wants me in his. I know that he's drunk and isn't really being himself but seeing him run to Craig really stung.

I pushed it out of my head and focused on thoughts of Beau. We used to sit out here in the summer pissed that my mom would make up plant flowers which was pretty much useless seeing as we had a gardener who would just dig ours up and make it look better.

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"Beau, I swear to God if you throw that dirt on me there will be hell to pay," I warned, glaring at my best friend. He stuck his tongue out but still held the muddish dirt in his hand.

"Whatcha gonna do Fuentes?" He questioned.

"I could just bite your neck and leave marks for your mom to see. "Oh Beau who's the girl who did this? Can I meet her? Is she pretty?"" He laughed, the mud still in his hand.