Why am I so shaken up? I get it, Vic and I got caught, but it's gotten to me way more than I thought it would.
The last day has been awkward between Vic and I. He always offers me his attention, but then I decline.
I wanna be okay, I really do, but this is become so fucking hard.
Usually the pressure of getting busted with Vic is a side effect, but right now it's pressuring me, and it's worrying me. What if we get caught by his father next time? Will he ever know? Will anyone ever know?
I'm dazed and confused, and my thoughts just won't sort themselves out. This isn't like me, this isn't who i usually am, is it?
"Kellin?" I heard Vic ask on the other side of the door.
"Yeah?" I asked meakly, sitting criss cross on the bed, swaying my self slightly.
"Can I come in?" I sighed.
"Y-yeah." The door opened, then closed quietly as Vic made his way to the bed. He sat on the edge and looked at me
"Are you mad or-"
"I'm not mad." I snapped, defending myself. "Just shaken up."
"Well it's been over a day, you need to calm down." His arm stretched out in hope to grab my hand, but I moved away.
"I'm just worried we're going to get busted by your dad. A-and then...I'm gonna lose you." I sighed again, hiding the stress behind my expressions. But fuck, I was stressed.
"Babe don't worry, we won't. It was my fault, and I'm so sorry. But don't push me away, not right now." I looked at him, then nodded.
Silence filled the gap between, rather than either of us closing it. I wanted to hug him, or cuddle with him. But I knew he had somewhere to go, his shoes were on. And as on cue, he spoke again.
"I gotta take Mike to that party now." I nodded.
"Have fun." He stood up and huffed, straightening out his red, plaid shirt that fit him perfectly.
"And you're coming with." He stated, grabbing my hand before I could protest.
"What? No way am I-"
"You're. Going. Get dressed." He let go of me and walked out of the room leaving me to myself.
I had two options here. I could protest and argue my way out of going to this party, or I could suck it up and go. And since I'm not in the mood to put up a fight with Vic tonight, I threw on a nice shirt and walked downstairs, meeting Vic by the door. Mr. Fuentes glanced at me, causing me to shiver.
He never apologized for freaking out, even though we found the papers at work today. He did say thought that I could stay here, which was a grand amount of relief. But I still knew he had something against me, I'm just unsure of what that is.
"C'mon." Vic said, handing me my coat. i threw it on and walked out to the car, getting in the back because Mike already called shotgun.
So we drove through the darkness for what seemed like an eternity, but was really only an hour. When we arrived, I saw a house with flashing lights appear, and instantly I knew that's where we going. I panicked.
I've always been kind of socially awkward, so I never was fond of parties.
"Kellin, are you coming?" I heard Mike asked once outside his door.
"Oh, y-yeah." I pushed the door open quickly and slid out, slamming the door a little too hard. I made sure to walk right next to Vic. His hand laced with mine, causing me to smile.
