Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Kellin's P.O.V.

I messed up. I messed up so bad. I try to keep my cool after Vic leaves the bathroom, but I fail drastically. I kick the heater.

I'm an idiot for searching for him. I heard a small rumour going around that tiny little Vic Fuentes cuts. So in curiosity, I went to see if he was alright. He definitely didn't want me there, that much was clear, which is very reasonable. But I also let my feelings get in the way. I shouldn't have said what I said. Sure, telling him to stop is an answer almost anyone would give him. But... now he was going to assume things, and I don't want that happening. 

I leave the bathroom, bumping into Daisy Shields, a girl with purple hair and red Doc Martens. I dated her once. She was a fun girl, but she dumped me for another guy. She said he was better than me. 

Which is probably so true. 

I pass the rest of the day trying to avoid Vic, but with us being in most of the same classes, I found it far too hard not to look at him. I know he's avoiding me though, and he definitely is never going to talk to me again. I understand that, but I wish I can make it better in some way. That will be a challenge, but I'm willing to accept it. 

At the end of the day, The Douche Nation (the name they are called school wide) approach me. Rory, the only decent guy out of the group, inches towards me and whispers in my ear. 

"So did you find Fuentes?" 

Is it that obvious? Does everyone know I went looking for Vic. I glance around, but no one else seems to mention it. I catch a glimpse of Vic leaving with his friend, what was his name... Jamie? Something like that. I quickly look away so that Rory doesn't get the chance to connect the dots and give him a glare. I don't really want to talk about it. 

I laugh with them for awhile. I have to admit, being practically worshipped by these guys feels nice. I feel like I actually matter to someone. But it also feels terrible. They aren't the best people to be friends with, and a lot of the time they use people for their own whims. Especially the girls. 

Eventually, I left, getting into my car and driving straight to Matty's house. I kept most of my thing's at his place, because I never felt the energy to go home. My dad didn't care for me much. He is never really there, and when he is, it's like I'm talking to a stranger. It's just that I feel like another broken shard of glass lying in the trash at a bar. Neglected, unwanted and, well, broken. 

Though my mother is there more often, I don't really have an excellent bond with her. I try to, but sometimes I live with my father for a few months, which makes it harder for her to understand me. I don't understand why, it's not like I change a lot during what, three months? 

But really, all I can say is that my family life isn't that great. 

I get to Matty's house fast enough, and I find the spare key under the welcome mat. When I get inside, both he and his parents aren't home, so I grab something to eat and head to the basement, where there is a spare bed set up next to Matty's room. I switch on the TV and play some video games to pass the time. All the while, I think of how Vic's brown eyes stared at me with fury and annoyance. 

I hate that he hates me. We used to be great friends, but I know it's partly my fault. Once I got old enough to understand why my dad was barely ever there, or didn't really care for me, I cut off my relationships with other people. Why? Because I'm an idiot. Then I met Matty later on, and he's really the only friend I have. 

I hear footsteps on the stairs and Matty's head appears around the corner. He grins at me. 

"Hey Kellin." He says. "Oh, watch out!" He adds as I quickly avoid getting blown to pieces on the screen. 

"So, what's up?" He asks, sitting on the armchair, watching me play the video game. I don't answer right away. What am I supposed to say? That I found a guy cutting in the bathroom and now I care if he hates my guts for it? Definitely not. 

"Uh, dude, you okay?" Matty asks, leaning forward in his seat. "You seem really focused on that game."

I know that's not the reason. He knows me well enough to know when I feel terrible. But I can't tell him. 

"Nothing, Matty, it's all cool." I say, nudging the other remote towards him. He picks it up. 

"If you say so." He mutters, but I know he doesn't believe me. 

All I can think of is the promise I made to Vic and his beautiful brown eyes full of rage. 

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. Honestly, I couldn't think of what to put in Kellin's chapter. Anyways, like I said before, I'll update soon. 

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