Hide Behind Trouble - Kellic

3. Number

“Hey kid.” I woke up to see Vic standing by my cell, getting his keys.

“Oh how wonderful, are my parents here?” I asked.

He nodded and unlocked my cell.

“I'd ask for your number, but I'm sure I'll see you again soon,” I said with a smile.

“Lets hope it's not here.”

“But this is my favorite place to be!”

Vic rolled his eyes. “Try and stay out of trouble.” He pulled out a pen and a note card, writing something down before handing it to me. “Just call me if something happens, focus on school rather than all the other things you do.”

I scoffed, but took the paper. I had a cute boys number, that was the first step. “Okay, Mr.” I patted his back and walked past him to my parents.

“Kellin,” my mother sighed.

My parents were great. My dad was a bit strict, but he was loving and funny. A cool guy, but I couldn't stay out of trouble, and it was hard for him to tolerate me at this point. My mom was worried about me, nonstop. It was a bit annoying, but she went through things as a kid and was always there. Her advice was better than most because she understood a lot more, even if I couldn't tell her how much I related to her.

“So what's the punishment today?” I asked. “Taking my phone away? Can't go outside except for school? Both?”

“You can't see your friends for a week,” my dad said.

I had to force my jaw from dropping, then scoffed. “You think they have an influence on how I act?” They both nodded vigorously.

“They're all sweet, but they can't stay out of trouble. They were with you last night, weren't they?” My mom asked.

“Yeah but we did all that because the owner was a homophobic and kicked two chicks out for holding hands!” I defended quickly.

“Were you the one to spray paint The Picture of Dorian Gray quotes on there?” My mother asked.

I nodded, smiling.

My mother covered her mouth, holding back a laugh. She was always more understanding if we did the things we did for reasons like this. If she hadn't been the hermit author she is today, she'd probably be an activist of some sort. She wanted to fight for so many beliefs of hers, one of them being LGBTQ+ rights. It was one of the reasons my father fell so hard for her, she was just adorable about how much she wanted to fix the world.

My father sighed. “Let's- Let's just go. The punishment still stands. I told all teachers not to let you talk to your friends in school, and I'll be making sure you're at home otherwise the rest of the week.”

I sighed, itching the rash on my arm. My mother glanced at me, so I stopped abruptly. Looking behind me, Vic sat doing paperwork. He looked up and smiled when we caught eyes. I stuck my tongue at him, winking, before walking away.

-

It was Tuesday afternoon, and the week was going by terribly slow. I got home and without replying hello to my parents I went upstairs. I probably worried my mother, but when was that new? She'd come upstairs, ask me how I was, and I'd give a half-assed reply, or a snarky one.

I heard a knock on my door. At least these people knocked, I would otherwise have to lock my door for fucking privacy. “Kellin? What're you doing?” My mother asked.

“You don't have to speak through the door, you can come in if you'd like,” I said. The door opened and I saw my mother sit beside me.

“Whats up?” She asked me.