Black Magic (Kellic)

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This world is for you and only you. This is what they told me when I was very young. Of course, then my father left, and I found out that people don't like me as much as I thought that they did. My destiny is intertwined with Hell, and I'm okay with that. It took some getting used to, but once I accepted it, everything was so much better. I stopped counting on other people to give me happiness. I stopped worrying what others thought of me. 

But then I started again. Once I met Vic, I started caring what people thought again. I worried about my pentagram, my clothes, my hair, and my taste in music. I even questioned my religion!

I think that it was about then that I realized that I'd developed a minor crush on him. 

I was doing okay on that note, though. I was pretty invisible to everyone. A few people labeled me as the 'weird emo kid' but that was about as far as it got. Until that simply terrible day that I made a very stupid mistake. I was frustrated with something, and I rushed into the bathroom with a pencil, locked myself in the large, handicapped stall, and drew a summoning circle on the ground. Nothing really happened, except for the fact that someone heard me chanting. From that point forward, everyone knew me as the 'Devil's worshipper'.

I personally liked being known as the weird emo kid better. 

I'm putting all of that behind me now, though. I don't care anymore. Yesterday, for the first time in my life, I got a chance with someone who knew nothing about me. I'm not saying that I'm going to use Remington to get to Vic, but I might try to get him to help me take Andy away from Vic. The two of them have only been together for a few months, so it wasn't as though they were deeply in love. And if that doesn't work, I could always just take Kevin to the prom.

Or I could be rejected by him in the same humiliating way that Jack was. 

Speaking of Jack, he's approaching me as I think this. I looked at him with question. "Kellin?" He asked. 

"What's wrong?" His voice sounded laden with disappointment. 

"What happened yesterday made me feel so shitty," he confessed. "I really thought that Kev would say yes."

"I know," I lied. "I wish that it would have gone better for you."

"So I was wondering if maybe you and I could go, as friends." He made the offer with desperation in his eyes. 

I wanted to say yes, just to give him a small umbrella for the torrential downpour on his parade, but I also felt like it would just make him feel worse when he realized that I was still trying to get myself a real date to the prom. "I'll think about it," I said instead.

"That's more than I got from Kev," He sighed miserably. Poor guy. "I guess this is why I was voted least likely to ever be loved back last year."

"What? That's a thing?" I asked. 

"Yep. The yearbook committee is cruel sometimes."

"You wouldn't happen to know what I was voted, would you?" I wondered anxiously.

"Most likely to become famous for something unexpected."

"Was everyone voted as something?"

"Pretty much. I think it was some more of that 'everyone's a winner' attitude. But I don't really feel like much of a winner right about now." He slumped onto the lunch table, resting his chin in his arms. 

I put my hand on his shoulder. "It'll be okay," I assured him.

Alex came over to the table, holding his own lunch. His smile disappeared when he saw Jack. "What's the matter, buddy?" He asked, sitting down and looking at Jack with concern. 

"I'm a loser."

"That's not true!" Alex defended immediately. "You're definitely not a loser. Kev was just being a jerk."

"Maybe so, but it feels like everyone's got a shot at this but me."

"I don't have anyone to go with either," I reminded him.

"Yeah, but you've got magic on your side. You can just make Andy leave him."

I wanted to tell him that it really didn't work like that, but found the point irrelevant. "Forget about that though. I'm sure that any day now, someone will go with you."

"But it's not who I want," Jack sighed. "I guess I'll just have to accept it."

"You don't have to go, you know," A voice said from behind us. I looked back and saw that Andy was eavesdropping. For a fleeting moment, I wanted to strangle him. "It's not required."

"But I want to go."

"It just seems like it's only upsetting you. Why would you do something that just makes you upset?"

"Because it's the best night of the year?" I suggested, a bit more ice in my words that what was necessary. I can't help it! I don't like him!

"Not for everyone," He reminded me.

"I'm sorry, does something bad happen to you that night?" Alex asked, probably also pissed that someone would suggest such a thing to his best friend. 

"Not for me, for someone that I know." He waved his hands dismissively. "But that's not important."

"What happened to Vic on prom night?" I blurted, knowing immediately that what I'd said was wrong.

"Wait a second! I know you! You're the guy that was trying to talk to Vic yesterday!" He pointed to me. "Maybe you should consider at least being his friend before you start wondering about his life."

"Kellin-" Alex began, sensing the rising anger of the situation.

I stood up. "And what makes you think that I haven't tried? Everyone ignores me!"

"Chill the fuck out. Maybe everyone ignores you because you ask for them to."

That was it. Something inside of me just snapped. I pushed Andy back, really hard. He collided with the table behind him. He stood up immediately, pushing me right back, and then I fell into my own table. I struggled to hit him again, but Alex and Jack held me back with immense strength. 

Andy shook his head and left.

"Relax, Kellin. Relax," Alex said. Fights gave him anxiety, which I could hear through his tone. 

But I didn't want to relax. I wanted to hurt Andy so desperately. To make him feel pain. To make him understand what it was like to be someone like me. 

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A/n: It's so hard write Andy this way, because he's really not like this :(