Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Vic's P.O.V.

I don't know what's wrong with Jaime. He left the cafeteria early and didn't say a single word. I frown, not liking where this is heading. I know my best friend.

I turn back towards Kellin, hoping that Jaime is all right.

We start up a conversation about music. It seems to be that King Kellin wants to start a band one day too, and he has lots of ideas for songs. We discuss our recent lyrics that we came up with, but I am careful not to reveal too much. Like I said before, I preferred to keep the windows to my soul private glassed. 

"Oh, and thanks." Kellin says as I begin getting up to throw away the remnants of my now eaten lunch. 

"For what?" I ask.

Kellin shrugs as he gets up. He didn't eat too much, so he doesn't have anything to throw out, but he follows me anyway. "Just for talking to me. It means a lot." 

I nod. "Yeah, I guess you aren't as bad as I thought." Kellin grins and turns away, and we go to our respected classes. A lot of the time we are in the same classes, but of course, not all of them. Jaime is in my next class (History) and I plan on talking to him. I have to approach the problem before it escalates. 

I hurry into class just before the bell. Mrs. Armington glares at me from at her desk, gnarled hands setting down an envelope. She gets up as I sit down beside Jaime, who barely glances at me. 

"Alright all you hard headed, hormone filled imbeciles," Armington declares from the front of the class, "Take out your projects. Now!" 

I scramble to find my project, but Jaime already has it. It's a group project and we got to choose who we work with. 

Jaime is all business when he states, "We have to put this here, or the historical output will be inaccurate. Oh, and do you have your side of the typed up copy finished?" He repositions one of the buildings on our model. 

"God Jaime, is everything all right?" 

Jaime looks up and shrugs. "You tell me. What was that? You hate Kellin." 

I sigh. "Haven't you ever heard about second chances?" 

"Yes, I have. Many times." Jaime goes back to work and I follow suit. He'd be fine later today, I hope. 

And so that's how these past two weeks seem to go. Jaime acting all moody and awkward, striking up a few friendly conversations and then wandering off. I'm getting to know Kellin better day by day, and he isn't that bad a guy at all. He's actually pretty nice, though of course everyone has their flaws. I wrote a few new songs and hung out with Kellin on the weekend instead of Jaime. I didn't know if he wanted to see me or not. I talked for hours with Kellin, and I even got to hang out with his friend Matty, who is a really cool guy. Apparently, Kellin and I have a lot in common, though I won't tell him that. 

On the second weekend of befriending Kellin, I drive past Jaime's house on the way to meet Kellin at the mall. I bite my lip, considering slowing down and talking to him, but I can't bring myself to. I'm a terrible best friend. 

I find a parking spot what felt like hours later. Kellin is lounging by the entrance, wearing a black fedora. 

"Where'd you get that?" I say, pointing at it. He lays a hand on his hat. 

"I like fedoras, so I got a new one while I was waiting." He smiles, giving me a What Can You Do? look. "Anyways, I bet you love how I look." He winks at me and I roll my eyes. 

"Not in a million years. You can keep dreaming." I walk into the mall. 

"Oh I dream all right." Kellin says from behind me and I frown. 

After we browsed in the music store and Kellin forced me to try on this ridiculous sweater, we are sitting at the food court. Kellin is eating his burger while I slave away at my ice cream. 

"You owe me." He says through a mouthful of bread and meat. I stab my spoon into the ice cream. "You know, for buying you that ice cream. And that hat. Oh, and the new tuner for your guitar." He smiles at me.

"Well sorry if I didn't have enough money. Plus, I said thanks." I say, shoving another spoonful into my mouth. 

"I know. But you still owe me." Kellin stubbornly finishes his food and throws away the garbage. I finish my ice cream, and don't let him throw it away for me when her volunteers to do so. I have the nagging feeling that whatever I owe him isn't money, and he has some plan forming in that brain of his. 

We shop around a bit more, and Kellin follows me out the door. "I think I ate too much." 

"You think?" I laugh, remembering how we made a detour back to the cafeteria just so he could get himself another burger. 

He laughs too. "Whatever, Fuentes. You were the one who got an extra large ice cream." 

"I cherish my fatness." I grin, and he grins too. I guess we are becoming friends after all. Which is a very nice feeling, since gaining friends hasn't usually been easy for me. 

"I'll see you tomorrow then?" Kellin says as he dials a number and lifts his phone to his ear. 

I shrug. "Maybe." I walk to my car and drive home, and am greeted with the sound of Mike pounding away at his drums. 

***

The school is packed with people as usual, and I weave my way thorugh them. Being small can have it's benefits. 

I spot Kellin and bring out a wad of cash and hand it to him. "There. Now I don't owe you anything." 

Kellin looks me over and a sly smile creeps onto his face. "Really, Fuentes, you think that's all you owe me?"

"Most definitely." I answer, though I couldn't help my voice from cracking. "Now take the damn money, or I'll shove it up your ass." He takes it from me, but he's still grinning. He begins to walk away and I know he wants me to follow him. 

"He's stupid." I mutter under my breath, shaking my head. I begin to turn the other way, but that pestering smile is forged into the walls in my brain. I groan in annoyance. That kid is going to be the death of me. 

I follow Kellin, though I have to jog to catch up with him. He turns down a hallway where the people start thinning out and I begin to figure out where we're going. 

He walks into the bathroom, and angrily, I storm in after him. Kellin is leaning against the ledge by the window. 

"Okay, so what do I owe you? You are being very vague and honestly quite ridiculous. I gave you your money back, so can I move on with my life now." I take a step towards him, feeling strangely uncomfortable in this very private environment with Kellin. 

Kellin laughs, as if my irritation is amusing him. Maybe he is a lying bastard after all and this was all just a set up so he can get money out of me. 

"Oh I see how it is!" I ball my hands into fists. I could be wrong though. He did say he likes me... "You just wanted more money all along. You didn't want to be my friend, and you screwed up my friendship with Jaime just so you could squeeze a few dollar bills out of me. You know what? I don't want to put up with that!" I realize how close I got to him during my angry little rant. I can see the hurt flash across his face, but it is quickly replaced by amusement. 

"Are you really that dense?" And I didn't fully anticipate what happened next. At first I was standing alone, angry and inches away from punching the guy, and a second later he has his arms around me and is pressing his lips hard against mine. I can taste his hunger, and I'm shocked. I consider pushing him away, but I feel at a loss. I let him kiss me and... am I kissing back? I pull away abruptly. 

I wave my hands in front of me, indicating personal space, though I am blushing like crazy. "Nope. You have to try harder than that, Quinn." I say, shooting him an angry look that I hope comes off as threatening. 

He just grins at me. "Sure thing." 

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in so long, I've been pretty busy. I got braces and I finished City Of Heavenly Fire. I CAN'T BREATHE, MY SOUL IS SO BROKEN, IT WAS AMAZING!!! I love that series soooooo much. I'm also writing a lot of other stuff at the moment (some of it is not on Wattpad) and homework has been a nightmare. But for now, all is well. 

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