Euthanasia (Kellic)

32: The Strength

You're All I Need. According To Your Heart, My Place Is Not Deliberate, Feeling Of Your Arms. I Don't Wanna Be Your Friend, I Wanna Kiss Your Neck

"I don't want to go, Vic." I moaned, my voice scarily replicating the tone with which a toddler would throw a tantrum in. Perhaps this was something I should put on my CV, because at eight in the morning, whinging like a little bitch most definitely counted as an essential life skill.

"I know, Kellin, but I've got to do this presentation thing, and then I promise you, come to me after break and then we'll skip the rest of the day." He pulled his face into a smile for me, not seeming to understand that my biggest problem with school was getting out of bed in the first place. Which still remained something that I didn't see happening anywhere in the foreseeable future.

"Or I could just not turn up.." I mumbled into my pillow, pulling my eyelids shut again, gaining an undisguised sigh from Vic, which I did my best to ignore, not that it mattered all that much to me anyway; he was just Vic Fuentes, and well, I, I was just tired. Fucking tired, man, which again was actually most likely his fault.

"Yeah, but then I won't cover for you in your attendance records." I could practically see the smirk that followed those words without even having to open my eyes, which completely backed up the fact that I didn't actually need to and actually might as well just lay here for all of eternity, which really wasn't a bad idea at all - I honestly didn't see why he had any reason to complain at all.

"No one even gives a fuck about the attendance records..." I groaned in response, kind of wishing he'd just give up and shut the fuck up, allowing me to sleep, however a part of me never wanted him to even consider leaving at all.

"Yeah for normal kids, but you have barely turned up to two lessons in the past week." He pointed out what was undeniably the truth, and damn, I really should have gotten him on board with the intricate lying earlier on.

"I was busy." I gathered the energy to glance up and curl my lips up into a smirk. "With you." I cared to add, guilt tripping him just a little, because what would be the fun in sparing his sanity today. I mean, if I was going to be sleep deprived, he might as well be sanity deprived, you know just to set things even and straight.

Not that anything was all that straight between the two of us, but that was straying just a little off topic, and contained thoughts it'd be best I didn't think if I didn't want to turn up to school with a semi.

"Yeah, I know, Kells, but I doubt the school will understand." I chuckled a little to myself, imagining having to explain why I hadn't turned up to school would be... interesting to say the least. I'm sure it'd do wonders for Vic's reputation as well, and I'm sure he'd be more than eager to shoot me afterwards, which may bring forth certain complications, but it'd really give us more time to fuck, and in my eight am mind that was very important.

"You could just cover for me regardless so I could sleep." I suggested, knowing far too well by now that Vic was a stubborn bitch and was probably more likely to dress up as Kim Kardashian and go to school like that than agree to my suggestion.

"Yeah, but what would I get out of that?" He asked, smirking to himself like the absolute little shit he was, and I guessed that then I wasn't going to argue my way into this at all fairly.

"I'd be more alert later, when you get back..." I winked at him, suggesting exactly what would make him just a little uncomfortable, just because I could, and mostly because I wanted to. Seeing Vic blush was always particularly amusing, and it sometimes even went as far as making my day.

"Mr Quinn, what on earth could you possibly be suggesting with that?" He waggled his eyebrows at me, his words portrayed in a comically bad, posh British accent.