Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Kellin's P.O.V.

I want to call him my boyfriend. After we kissed, he went and bought tubs of ice cream and we watched Doctor Who and Disney movies. We didn't talk about the kiss for the rest of the day, but Vic did snuggle up against me once. It left me feeling massively confused about our relationship. 

Sooner or later, we run out of Disney Movies and are getting tired of the twenty or so Doctor Who episodes we've watched. It's also getting late, and the ice cream has been long finished. 

Vic gets up to take the disc out of the Xbox. I watch him do it. "So... Are you staying the night?" I ask him. I know, it's a ridiculous question to ask, but I had to give a try. 

Vic sighs. "I'd like to, but if we're going to have a relationship, I don't want anything to happen too soon." 

I nod. I get what he's worried about. I would be too. "I understand." Then I pause. "Are you serious about the relationship thing?" I want him to be, I really do. But it's his decision. I'm the one who liked him in the first place.  

Vic turns to me, a smirk on his face. "Of course I am. Are you?" It feels like fireworks exploding in my chest as he says this. Vic Fuentes, my boyfriend! I never thought it would happen.

"Obviously." I grin and he grins back. "Oh and Vic?" He turns back towards me. "Thank you. For everything." He nods and gives me a hug. 

"I should get going." He says, glancing at the clock. "I'll see you tomorrow." I nod, enjoying the lingering feeling of his arms around me. 

I call up Matty a few minutes later, asking him if it would be alright if I stay over at his place. He had laughed and said, "No shit, Quinn. You're always here anyways." 

I clean up the mess of discs and blankets on the floor and drive over to Matty's, where we play video games and we ignore the subject of the abandonment. Because I asked him to, for now anyways. 

"So how's Vic doing?" Matty asks me, because he, before Vic, had been the only one to know that I was crushing on the tiny enchilada. 

"Good, good." I say, not being able to control the smile that comes at the memory of Vic kissing me. 

Matty looks over at me and grins. "Oh, I see. Congrats." I laugh and so does he. Of course, since he is my best friend, he knows what's going on even if I don't explain. 

***

Vic greets me by my locker the next day, smiling. I smile back, though I can't stop thinking about what I have to do to avoid going to live with my dad. 

"Are we going to be open about this?" Vic asks. I think about it for a moment. 

"Hell yeah!" I say and I grab him around the waist and kiss him in front of everyone. But really, I don't care anymore. What do I have to lose?

I can hear cat calling and giggles. I pull away, and Vic is furiously blushing. He smiles at me, and I grin. That felt great! 

"Remember, Kellin. Don't rush me." He says, and I nod, still grinning. The Vic I first met still hasn't changed, which is a good thing. I don't want him to. 

That's when I spot Jaime holding hands with Jenna Whyler, looking at the two of us with hurt and betrayal. I don't see anything in his eyes that say he's against any of this, but it's the type of hurt someone will get when something important happens to someone close to them and they have no idea. I feel sad that Vic and him are not getting along lately. They used to be attached at the hip like conjoined twins. I have the sinking feeling that it's all my fault. 

I need to talk to him. I know we've never really been friends, but I just need to. If Vic won't, not yet, then I will. In the sense that I'm the new boyfriend and I swear nothing will happen to him and that I'm sorry if I caused any of this to happen. Because I truly am. I guess being a jerk will never really fade. 

I walk over to Jaime, who's talking and laughing with his girlfriend. I clear my throat awkwardly, not wanting to create any more hard feelings. Jaime glances over at me and Jenna, being the smartie pants she is, gets the gist and tells him she'll see him later. 

"Okay, Kellin. What do you want?" Jaime asks. He doesn't sound exactly bitter, I should say. But he sounds deflated and distrusting. 

I hold out my hands in a surrendering gesture. "Look man, I'm sorry if I got in the middle of your friendship. I feel absolutely terrible seeing you guys not getting along." He opens his mouth to say something, but I stop him. "I'm not finished. I know I have no right to be saying these things because we're not exactly friends and I'm your best friends new boyfriend."

Jaime sighs, running a hand through his hair, causing it to stick up even more. "No, it's not your fault. Yeah, I would've liked an explanation, but Vic is going to have to do that. And about the boyfriend thing, I don't mind at all. I think it's an excellent thing for Vic." He pauses. "But it's unexpected. It's only been what, a month or so, since you guys have known each other. It feels too quick." 

I nod. "Trust me, I know. I didn't even think we would ever happen by the way Vic was acting. It's strange." We're both quiet, thinking about the different possibilities. Does he actually like me in that sense? Is he just doing this to make me feel better about this whole situation? Or is he...?

Jaime snaps me out of my thoughts by waving his hand in front of my face. "I think you guys will be fine."

I glance over at him. "Thanks. And look, I am genuinely sorry. There's just been so much going on, and I can't believe Vic hasn't gone to you about any of them."

"Neither do I." Jaime mutters then waves to me, going off to whatever class he has now, or maybe to find his girlfriend. Either way, it's none of my business. 

Vic walks over. He looks me over, a suspicious glint in his eye. "Now what was all that about?" 

"I was talking to your best friend if you haven't forgotten him." I say, and it comes out harsher than I expected. Vic narrows his eyes.

"Don't make me regret going out with you." 

I sigh. "Vic, sorry for that. But you really need to talk to Jaime. He's hurting, it's pretty obvious. You have to tell him. Everything. I don't care if you tell him about my situation. You have to regain his trust." Vic ponders over this for a few minutes. He looks like a sad, lost child, searching for his family in a huge crowd of people who tower high up over his head. 

Vic then puts his hands in his pockets. "I know I have to. I just... I just don't want to make anything worse."

I wrap an arm around his shoulders. "Don't worry. No one will get mad at you if you're honest." 

I walk Vic to class, and once he's gone, I feel the aching paranoia come back to me. What am I going to do? I walk to the bathroom where I found Vic all those weeks ago and stay there for who knows how long. Nobody walks in, no wonder Vic likes it here so much. People have probably forgotten that it is even here. 

I groan, my shoulders shaking with each exhale. I feel so confused. Godammit, I am an idiot. An idiot, a jerk, proabably a shitty boyfriend. A liar, a bad son, probably an even worse person. 

I just want this confusion to go away. But the more I think about it, the worse I act towards the people around me. I will never change. 

I sigh, hating the thought of that. If I can't face this problem probably, how will it ever get better? I don't want to use Vic to make myself feel happy during this time of need. He's told me many times that that is not why we're dating. But I feel like it is.

And poor Jaime. Left in the dark when he shouldn't be. I think I think more about him than Vic does, and Vic is his best friend. Or was... More confusion laps at my brain, and I stifle the urge to kick at the heater and smash all the mirrors in here. Maybe I should, but it's school property and I don't want any more problems to think about added to my already long list. 

For now, I just sit staring at the ceiling or out the window. I'm glad the Douche Nation didn't approach me today after the little scene I made. I smile at the thought of it. Finally being able to kiss Vic openly makes me feel great. He really is a great person, and I absolutely love him. I don't know what I'd do without him. 

I guess without him, I would be already driving away in my car.

A/N: Good, it's longer than the last. I feel so bad for Jaime, and for Kellin. Vic is being a dick right now, which sucks :| And for all of you who are waiting for more dirty shit to happen, just calm you horny little butts. Alrighty then. Love you guys.

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