The One That Got away

Oneshot

Vic's POV

I remember that first time I saw you walking down the school hallway. I instantly noticed the black raven hair, and pale skin that came along with your skinny complexion making its way among the crowd. You were wearing black skinny jeans, a plain white shirt and black leather jacket that perfectly held your body.

Your eyes lingered around all the people surrounding you, and among the sea of students; those turquoise orbs met mine. I could’ve sworn I saw a smirk dancing around those perfect lips of yours but I instantly broke the gaze and kept walking to my locker. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. It was impossible that a gorgeous incomer like you would notice me. I was this short longhaired Mexican boy who was nothing special compared to you.

I sighed and opened my locker to take out the books I needed for history class. When I closed it, you were leaning against the locker next to mine smiling widely.

“Hi.” You said confidently while your eyes pierced through mine.

An awkward silence surrounded us but I whispered back. “Hi”

“I’m Kellin and I’m new.” I finally turned to look at you. Your eyes twinkled with curiosity around my frame, making me blush and turn to the ground.

“I’m sorry, I’m gonna be late for class. I’ll see you around ok?” I said walking down the corridor trying not to be late.

“Wait! You didn’t even say your name!” You shouted when I was about to turn.

“Vic!” I screamed back and rushed to the classroom, walking in and earning a few curious looks but I didn’t mind because I couldn’t stop smiling.

That day at the library you showed up again, interrupting my reading but I didn’t mind because I actually liked talking to you. We got to know each other a little bit more as hours passed by, and finally got kicked out by the old lady because we were laughing just too damn hard.

We went to lunch together and sat at the very back of the cafeteria, while a few girls stared at you and whispered things to each other, probably about how good looking you were. I blushed at that thought and sat myself down, not lifting my eyes of the food that was right in front of me.

I remember the first time I went over to your house and how awkward I felt when your mom hugged me tightly because she was so glad you made a new friend. I followed you suit to your room and looked amazed at your walls, they were completely covered with my favorite bands posters. I was so excited because finally there was someone who shared love for the same kind of music I listened to.

That afternoon we lay on your bed and listened to Queen until it got dark outside and I had to leave, not long before you offered to give me a ride home. I still remember how your face looked under the moonlight and said goodnight.

This went on for months; I would come over to your house or you would come over to mine, our families were used to us being attached to each other hips and wouldn’t complain at all.

One night was different than the others. You droped me off at my house, as usual but you were griping on the steering wheel so hard your knuckles were turning white. Radiohead was playing in the back.

“Are you ok, Kellin?” I asked and you sighed, letting your forehead rest on your hands.

“There’s something I need to tell you and it’s scaring the shit out of me, Vic.” You said with a shaking voice.

“Well, you know you can tell me everything.” I said while I patted your back, trying to comfort you.

You finally lift your head and looked me to the eyes, leaning a little bit closer and looking down at my lips every often. I felt your hot breath merely inches away from my face and I instantly closed the gap between us. You cupped my face with your hands while I tangled my fingers in your hair and I felt you smiling in the kiss, which caused me to press down harder but gently at the same time against your soft pink lips.