Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Kellin's P.O.V. 

I toss a few rocks at a nearby tree. It's almost 5:00 and I doubt Vic is coming. I sit against The Rock, which is actually a huge boulder in the middle of a park. The Rock is known for it's reputation for graffiti artists, artists and musicians. Teenagers also hang out here, doing whatever teens do, but it's mainly a hang out for artists and musicians. The Rock used to be painted a brilliant royal blue, but it's now faded and chipping, revealing the stone gray surface below. Graffiti and street art fans out across it in spirals and loops. I have to say, it's gorgeous. 

I'm surprised no one is here. It's just me and the stones I'm throwing at that tree. Vic most definitely won't show up. I sigh, checking my watch. 4:59. If he doesn't show up ten mintues after 5:00, I will leave. Head home, get ready for school, the usual. I'll keep avoiding Vic Fuentes until I have to talk to him. I don't want him to hate me, and I certainly don't hate him. And that's the problem. 

Someone clears their throat and I glance up. Vic is standing there with his hands in his pockets, dressed in a tshirt and shorts, and a snap back. I barely ever see him in tshirts, especially at school, and now I know the reason. I can see the faded and fresh scars decorating his slim wrists. 

"So I'm here." He states. "What do you want to talk about?" He looks annoyed. Very annoyed. 

I open my mouth to say something, but my words fail me. They crash into a wall, and I feel a strangled cry coming on. Godammit! What is wrong with me? 

Vic slides down beside me, though it's very obivous there is a large amount of space between us. I feel like shuffling over and putting my arms around him, but that can't happen. I resist the urge and glance up at the sky. 

"I'm sorry." I mutter. "I shouldn't have dragged you out here." 

"Whatever Kellin, don't apologize for this. I suggest you apologize for being a jerk." Vic is right. I have been a jerk to so many people, and I try not to be. Do I really have the right to do that? 

"You're right, I am sorry for that. I wish I could tell everyone why I can be a jerk." I say, and I look over at him. He looks at me with curiosity. 

"So why are you a jerk?" 

There we go. The ultimate question. I bite my lips, unsure of how to answer. Family problems, that's what. I have a feeling those won't ever really get better. 

"Fine then, don't tell me." Vic says. We both sit there awkwardly. I take a breath. 

"Family problems." I say. Vic looks over at me again. "My parents are divorced, and I live with both of them from time to time. I'm living with my mom at the moment, but I feel like I can never talk to her anymore. There's something going on, and she won't tell me. I'm at a loss. When I live with my dad, he isn't really ever there for me. He doesn't understand me, and that makes it really hard. He even told me once he never wanted kids in the first place." I release a relieved breath. It's out. Myabe not the whole story, but the general idea. Now someone other than Matty knows. 

"Oh." Vic whispers. "I didn't realize." 

I shake my head. "No one ever does. They think I'm a spoiled kid who gets whatever he wants." I sigh. "No one except for Matty really knows me. My interests, my back story and why I can act like the king of everyone." I fiddle with my fingers. Here I am telling a guy who I've barely talked to in years how I feel. It feels nice to let it out, but I don't want to push the burden on him. "Now we both have secrets we're keeping for the other. We're even now." 

Vic draws his knees up to his chest. "That isn't the whole reason you wanted to talk to me, is it?" He asks. Does he know? Did he guess? I'm about to lie and say yes, but I can't bring myself to. Now that I'm pretty much pouring myself out to him, what is there to lose? I mean, I guess it's a little early, but it makes sense. I need to tell him. I can't wait any longer. 

Here goes. "Okay, so I know I have been a jerk to you and I barely know you anymore. I caught you cutting, and that probably just added to your hatred for me. But I'd like to get to know you better, because..." I lose my words, faltering. He's looking at me expectantly. "I... I like you. A lot. I know you probably don't like me in that way, but I need you to know. Okay?" 

Vic is silent. I ball my hands into fists, waiting for him to say something. He doesn't. 

"Whatever." I say, getting up. "Sorry for this. I guess we'll just forget about it." Wow, I really am an idiot. What was I thinking? Now I just made everything worse. 

"Wait!" I hear him say and I turn back around. Vic gets up so he's also standing. 

"Look, I can't say I like you in that way, yet. But I'm open to getting to know you, to being friends. Oh, and I'm sorry for my harshness. I'm just frustrated and I don't know what to do. So I'm also sorry. I never knew." I can see the sadness behind Vic's eyes. Though, he also looks happy. I can't get his little yet out of my mind. I have a chance, and I can feel a firework of joy exploding in my chest. 

I smile and he smiles back. "So I guess it was worth it coming out here." I say, as he scribbles his phone number on the sheet of paper I slipped him yesterday. 

"Definitely." He answers, and though I know he'll still have bitter feelings towards  me for a while, I know we've cleared it up and that I can make up for it. We both turn different ways, and I get into my car, driving to my house. 

I sigh in happiness. It really does feel good to know that someone else in the world can now view you for who you are. Not for your reputation or who you choose to hang out with. And starting today, I will begin cutting myself off from the Douche Nation. I don't need anyone making me feel important. There is only one person who can do that for me, and he's willing to get to know me. 

I guess life isn't always a living hell. 

A/N: Awww, how adorable. I feel great now that I got Kellin to confess to Vic. Don't worry, I'll start adding romance and the dirtier shit that Kellics usually seem to have soon. I'm trying not to make it really smutty like a lot of them. You've got to sometimes sit back and enjoy the other stuff that comes with shipping. It takes time, young padawan. 

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