Can I Still Get Into Heaven If I Kill Myself? (Kellic) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 3

"Oli," I sort of whispered. I leant towards him and pressed my chest up again my desk. As a result, my chest felt tighter than it would normally, and my arms felt dislocated from the pressure. It didn't matter to me, though. I needed to ask him, I needed him to clarify. "You're-" I began speaking, but was quickly cut off.

"Gay. Yeah, I've realized." He said in a snarky tone. I bit my tongue in an effort to keep my mouth shut. Luckily, it worked.

While first period continued on, Oli and I exchanged glances on occasion. Every once in awhile, he'd sneak in a subtle curse and quickly look away. He sure as hell did not like me, or even the mere idea of me existing. We've had our faults, yes, it happens, but I don't see why he's filled with so much anguish and disconcern. It's honestly gotten to the point where he looks like he's about to strangle me for so much of a glance his way. I'd rather him not hate me, it's for the better of the only two gay men in junior year.

A few glances later, and more than one subtle curse, the bell rang for second period. I slothfully gathered my belongings and headed out the door to my algebra class. About halfway down the hall, the bell sounded again. Typical. Once I finally reached my class, which was about two minutes after the bell rang, I made a move to open the door. Instead of expertly completing the task, I'd been swiftly slammed into the lockers.

"What the fuck?" I yelped in surprise. My vision became blurred but gradually came back to reveal Oli.

"Sorry,"

"What?" I asked in somewhat awe. I couldn't even process what he did, none of the less process what he said. When my brain decided to become useful for a moment, I'd been able to process his apology.

"Sorry, okay? So surprising that a dick like me would apologize. Now follow me before I beat your ass." Oli quickly and quietly said before I was enabled to speak. I just nodded in agreement and conformed to his orders.

Oli led me out of the school and to his nice sports car that his Father, ever so nicely, decided to provide him with at the beginning of sophmore year. "Get in." He bluntly demanded as he got inside of his car. I wasted no time in getting inside and buckling up.

"Where are we headed?" I nervously asked, slightly biting my lip in anticipation. Oli ignored my question and continued driving with what looked like to be a permanent scowl etched onto his face. I dropped the subject and just waited patiently while he speedily drove down the street.

It wasn't long after that until he reached a small, reserved parking structure. A few flats surrounded the exterior and a large park was also in view. Oli unbuckled his seatbelt and got out the car while I followed suit.

Without a word, Oli walked off to what looked like the largest flat in the complex. It wasn't any surprise to me considering his family's wealth. Although, it was surprising that he had his own flat while only a junior in highschool.

"Help yourself to whatever's in the fridge. The place is a mess." He began explaining, a little bit solemnly. "I just moved in." He finished. And that's when everything clicked in place. Oli was kicked out.

"I'm sorry." I said as we both sat down on the carpet. He got my drift that I knew what was going on and smiled weakly.

"I know," He exhaled, "that you're not my friend-"

"You are my friend, Oli." I corrected him. Although the amount of shit he put both Alex and I in, there wasn't any point in letting Oli go through coming out on his own.

"You're the only one on my side..." Oli looked like he was on the verge of bawling his eyes out. I didn't want to get too close to Oli because of his current emotions, so I reassuringly smiled and slightly rubbed his shoulders. He ended up crying, but it looked as if he were trying to control the emotions that flooded him.

After our little moment together, I gathered a few tissues from his nearby table and passed them to him. He gladly accepted them and wiped away his tears. "Thank you." He said. He seemed really sincere, so I took it to heart.

"Oli?"

"Yeah?"

"Why did you want me to come over?" I asked. He looked a bit too hesitant in response to my question, but answered honestly.

Oli got up from his seated position on the floor and walked over to his kitchen. He grabbed something on his counter but didn't turn to look at me.

"I don't think I should give this to you, but I will. It's Kellin Quinn's number, he wants to talk to you but he wouldn't tell me why." Oli said, still facing the other way.

A few moments later Oli decided to walk over to me and give me the slip of paper containing Kellin Quinn's number. I'd been nervous at first accepting the number, but I got over the feeling when thoughts of one of the most popular and attractive guys at my school talking to me.

"I think you should go." Oli suddenly suggested. I didn't want to test his kindness so I stood up and began walking to the door.

"Alright, Oli."

"See you around, Vic."

And with that, I left his flat and walked back home.