“we live in different countries and got paired up as pen pals for a project for school” au
“i crashed your family member’s wedding for the free food but hi there” au
“i’m a techie, you’re the lead actor in a show” au
“the person running the rollercoaster is really hot” au
“sorry that text was meant for someone else but hi there who are you” au
“we’re in a breakfast club style all day detention” au
“i don’t want to go alone to my ex’s wedding and our mutual friend said you’re free that night” au
“i signed up for a dating website to get my mom off my back” au
“we’re in the same rocky horror troupe” au
“hey asshole quit kicking the back of my seat it’s a 10 hour flight” au
“your dad is my least favorite teacher” au
“my significant other cheated on me with you, wanna team up to destroy them?” au
“i’ve been coming to this club for years but you’re the best performer i’ve ever seen” au
“i’m rich and i’m not supposed to talk to servants but the person that scrubs my floor is really cute” au
“i was hitchhiking and you picked me up and WHOOPS YOU’RE A FAMOUS ROCKSTAR” au
“we met on a reality show” au
“my family owns the hotel your family is staying in” au
“someone tripped me in the hallway and you’re the only one that helped me up” au
“my parents kicked me out and you’re the only person that bothered to ask the crying, obviously lost kid with a suitcase if something was the matter” au
“you accidentally left your ID in a library book” au
“i had a one night stand the night before i started a college class and WHOOPS I ACCIDENTALLY BANGED THE PROFESSOR” au
“i’m on a school trip to another country and one of the locals is seriously hot” au
“i’ve never met you before but i went to a huge party at your house with my significant other - who then proceeded to dump me” au
“you’re the cutest waiter at my favorite restaurant” au
“we didn’t come to this anime convention together but we dressed up as characters that are a couple in the show and people keep assuming we’re together and asking us to pose for pictures so hi there what’s your name” au
“you rescued me from the creepy person that was hitting on me in the bar” au
“i just got turned into an incubus or a succubus and i’m like the least smooth and most self-conscious person on the planet so i’m literally starving because i don’t know how to seduce people” AU. BONUS POINTS IF THEY ARE A VIRGIN.
“i’m a siren and i keep accidentally forgetting that i have roommates now and and end up putting them in my thrall when i’m singing taylor swift songs in the shower” AU
“i’m a newly-turned werewolf without a pack and i can’t really control myself well on full moon nights yet and you keep finding me passed out naked on your lawn” AU
“i got cursed and turned into an animal and taken to the shelter and ended up getting adopted by someone who is really hot OH NO” AU
“i’m a med student who has a huge crush on the hot guy who works at the coffee shop who always gives me free drinks when i’m stressed and calls me princess even though i pretend i think it’s annoying but i’m extremely concerned about him because he always smells like smoke so i always give him lectures about how terrible cigarettes are for you and i may have made a powerpoint which is probably excessive but lung health is extremely important and oops it turns out he’s part-dragon or something hahahaha oops” AU
“my best friend got turned into a frog and now i’m being the best wingman/woman/person ever by carrying them around to bars and getting hot people to kiss them in hopes of hooking them up with their true love” AU
“i’m a history major and i keep getting into arguments with one of my classmates about things because they keep saying i’m wrong so i finally scream, ‘how would you know?!?’ and they’re like, ‘because i was THERE!’ and that’s how we all find out that there is a centuries-old vampire taking our British history class” AU
I hated this room. I hated isolation. It was probably the most annoying part of this prison, and for someone to declare the most annoying part in a place like prison, it must be pretty bad to earn the title.
This wasn't like the last room I remember ending up in. No, this was one of the rooms I haven't seen since I punched some guy unconscious for looking at me the wrong way back when I had just arrived at this place. I'll admit my temper was much worse back then, but I had learned my lesson about never wanting to end up in this place again. The only other parts of the prison I had ended up in for punishment is a dark room I'd spend half my day in until they felt my practical 'time-out' was spent long enough.
It was freezing in here. The lights were practically none existent. The only light provided was when I knew it was daytime and the lights in the hallway shined slightly into the bared square against the top of the door. I had spent a night in this room and I couldn't even begin to explain how much I wanted out.
This small space was too much to bare after awhile. You can barely walk, you can barely see, you can't stop shivering, you can't get comfortable enough to sleep, and you're left with nothing but the time to think through everything you've done to earn yourself this room.
I'm not stupid. I know exactly why I was in here but it didn't hurt or anger me any less when thinking about everything Alex had done and everything he had the nerve to say, especially in a place where everyone could hear it. He was only trying to push me into getting angry enough so I would end up exactly where I am right now and I knew that now but I was way too blinded with anger to realize it before. I felt stupid for having it push me to ending me up here, but I don't regret hurting him. Not one bit. The asshole had it coming.
I had been absent from the rest of the prison mates for an entire day, what could possibly have happened today without me around? Alex was most likely still in the infirmary, spending a day over night there much like I was in this room. But Kellin? I had almost forgot he was the reason the fight started up in the first place; Because Alex couldn't keep his disgusting grimy hands off of what was mine in the first place. The sooner he learns to back off, the better his time here around us will be.
I took a deep breath to try and calm myself down. I had finally come to terms with the fact that if I wanted out, I needed to show that I had learned my lesson and nothing like this incident will happen again. I had just started to come to terms with this so the last thing I needed right now was to blow my cool once more when I knew they would be here soon to come get me. Or atleast, I hope they would.
I was currently laying on the floor flat on my back with my hands resting against my stomach, feet flat while my knees were upright. With the small light shining in through the door, I could make out some of the room I was in and what I had around me, which actually was nothing at all. Most importantly, a bed was what was missing from this room. I was lucky I could locate a toilet in the corner of this room but other than that, nothing.
Time alone wasn't too bad. Even though I felt an empty feeling in my stomach whenever I thought up just the right thoughts involving Kellin or even Alex, atleast I could spend the time on my own. I was starting to get use to the silence of this dark room, only noise present being when I made any sort of movement or the small sighs I might release. The quiet atmosphere was quick to be interrupted when I heard footsteps somewhere in the hallway.
I shot up quickly, sliding on the floor slightly so I had my back against one of the walls rather than being in the center of the room. I found myself staring at a few scratches next to the door, focusing my eyes in one place so I can rely on paying attention to any noise that might be happening on the other side. I knew it was an officer, that much was obvious, but I needed to know if it was my door they were walking towards or someone elses. I had no idea if there was any other rooms occupied right now, but I wouldn't be surprised if there was. It isn't like my hall is the only set of people around in this prison.
I was feeling all kinds of emotions when the noise became so loud I could tell they were at my door, and the dark figure I could make out in the window from where I was sitting told me enough to know that this was a guard coming to get me. I had spent one whole day in this room and I am more than ready to get out. I've had my time to think, I've had my peace and quiet time alone, but now I'm starting to crave the presence of somebody else around so I wasted no time in standing up on my feet and trying to ignore the many pains in my back from sleeping on the ground.
"Morning, Fuentes. Think you're ready to leave?" The guard asked. This is the same guard that always pulls me out of these isolation rooms and I quickly gathered after the third time of seeing him that this was his specific job. He is the one who escorts us back to where we belong and I was fine with that because I don't have a problem with this guy. I can deal with it.
"Of course I'm ready, get me out of here, would you?" I said before waiting for him to lead the way. His hand found my upper arm and before either one of us could say a thing, his grip on me tightened and he was pulling me towards the exist. I growled in protest at the man handling, but I knew better than to express my disparagement.
"We need to set something straight."
"I ain't straight, find someone else to have this conversation with." I replied. I couldn't help not biting down my comment, but he didn't seem to find it as amusing as I did because his grip only got stronger.
"You listen now and you listen good. This isolation has gotta stop or else there won't be a 'me coming to get you after a few hours.' There are only so many strikes you can get before you start losing privileges. Being in your regular cell, courtyard time outside, lunch with everyone else, this is all a privilege believe it or not and it can get taken away in a second. Straighten out your act for your own good or you can forget about all the decent shit that comes out of this place."
He hadn't looked at me the entire time he was talking, he simply kept his eyes locked on the hallway infront of us, but I couldn't look away. His words were starting to sink in and they made a whole lot of sense. The last thing I wanted was to end up in permanent punishment, and I knew that was the road I was heading towards but I just haven't been able to put all the pieces together on my own. I shouldn't be so careless with my actions, but when I get angry enough common sense just flies out the window. I didn't know how to reply, so I didn't. I let him lead me towards my cell and I kept my mouth shut.
"You remember what I said, tiger bolts." He told me before unlocking my cell door and waited for me to step inside. The first thing I took notice of was Kellin in the room, but he wasn't looking at us. If anything he was acting like he hadn't even heard the doors open or the guard speak.
I looked over at the officer one last time before my feet moved me into the cell, having a mind of there own because now that I actually made it to the cell, I wasn't sure how much I wanted to be here. I heard the loud bars shut behind me with force before the footsteps of the man start to get quieter indicating that he was no longer behind me and I was once again alone with Kellin much like I have been so many other times before. I thought I had gotten use to him being around and all the mood swings he might throw my way, but this is just something I wasn't sure how to deal with.
He still hasn't looked up. I haven't moved and neither has he. He has a few loose leaf papers against his knee as he continued to sketch whatever it was he was drawing on them. He looked like he was trying to concentrate on keeping his eyes down against the sheet of paper rather than letting them move toward my direction, which got me angerier than I thought it would. I don't take to being ignored nicely. So maybe I just need to try and talk, give him something to reply to.
"Evening, princess." I said, keeping my voice steady and normal as if nothing has happened and like I have been here for the past day when we both know I have been in confinement instead. I walked my way over to my bed, just as it was the last time I left it, and sat down. I mentally pat myself on the back once I saw Kellin stop with his drawing and look up from where he had his eyes locked, but disappointment flooded my emotions once he looked back down with the same expression he was wearing moments ago.
"My back is killing me. I suggest you never sleep on the floor in this place." I said, pretending as if he wasn't ignoring me as I laid myself against the bed.
I let out a content sigh once I felt a mattress against my aching back, and momentarily closed my eyes as I let myself try and relax a bit. Of course I couldn't let myself relax completely, since I am sitting in a room with a practical mute who refuses to speak one word to me and the tension is so thick I could practically cut it with a knife. I do terribly in these kind of situations, and I know I should try and figure out his side of all this because its affecting him way differently than I thought it would. Honestly, I assumed I'd walk in here and he would blow up about how angry he is.
"Why are you being such a dick right now, how is ignoring me a plus side to anything? Whats your deal?" I wasn't expecting him to give me any sort of recognition to what I had said, and he probably wasn't planning to either since he seemed so conflicted with whether or not he wanted to give me the satisfaction of cracking him, but once I got my answer, I believe I won.
"Is that a serious question?"
"What, ignoring me for punching Gaskarth? The dickhole deserved it." I replied with a shrug and turned my attention back towards the ceiling instead of looking towards Kellin. He was getting heated, I could tell by the way I caught sight of him starting to glare rather than keeping an emotionless mask on right before I looked in a different direction."You haven't even given what you did to me a second thought, have you Vic?"
"What I did to you? The hell are you talking about, what did I possibly do to you?" I questioned, starting to get impatient myself with all these guessing games. He could never be straight forward with me, and it was one of the most annoying things I have ever had to deal with. I didn't do well with him ignoring me, I didn't do well with him not being straightforward, I didn't do well with a lot of habits he had and yet here I am still trying to deal with them.
I turned my attention toward Kellin once more because I assumed he was back to ignoring my questions again and wanted to check whether or not he turned his focus back to his lap, but I was wrong and ultimately shocked. I wasn't expecting to see him look as hurt as he was. He went from acting like I don't exist, to getting ready to rip my head off my body, to complete and utter disappointment in me. I had no idea what that look was for, but before I could say anything I heard all the bars open and I'll admit I jumped slightly at the sudden noise.
Kellin, on the other hand, didn't even flinch. He was probably aware of the time and when the next time the bars opening would be, and now that I think about it, it was probably time to go eat breakfast since it was morning and I was probably taken out just in time. Sooner than I would have liked, we were back to the 'no emotion showing' Kellin and he was up and off his bed quick and ready to leave.
He dropped the papers in the process, cursing slightly under his breath before slowly bending down towards the floor to pick up each piece of paper. A few things caught my eye, one being the drawings on the sheets that had incredible sense of shading and detail, but a few more important aspects that I can't ignore. He was wincing when bending down for the paper, he had his eyes shut tightly as he bent towards the floor and let out a shaky breath once he got close enough to grab the sheets. But the most shocking detail of them all was the shade of purple peaking out through the back of his slightly riding up shirt.
I couldn't help how my jaw started to slack and how my mind started racing a hundred miles an hour. I couldn't help the way my hand reached for the back of his shirt and I couldn't help the shocked gasp I let out once I realized this wasn't a small bruise to his lower back, but it rides up higher than I thought and probably more than that but I didn't get a close enough look since my hand was getting smacked away hard by another once I almost pulled it halfway.
Kellin shot to his feet fast, wincing only slightly at the sudden movement and kept his hard gaze locked on my face. The fact that I took notice of his back was obviously completely accidental, but was he just planning on not telling me? What the fuck happened, I was gone for just a day and I come back to his entire back a different color than normal and to him not even being able to move right?
"Did I give you permission to touch me?!"
"Well if you wanna get technically, with the amount of times I have, I'd say I didn't need a reason to touch what was mine." I shot back and he only got angrier. He didn't hesitate to step into my personal space as if ready to hurt me if necessary, but we both know he wouldn't dare to.
"There you go again with that shit! You have the farthest right from saying stuff like that right now, so why don't you just go fuck yourself." He shot back before turning himself around to walk away from this. I couldn't believe how nasty he was being towards me, especially since I can't even wrap my head around why. I mean sure I punched Alex in the face, but that was because of what he was doing and saying. It isn't like Kellin seemed happy about Alex kissing him and I was defending him, I was on Kellin's side for god sake and yet here he is treating me like I'm the scum of the earth.
"No thanks on that offer, that's what I've got you for princess!" I shouted in his direction once I left the cell. I was only about a dozen feet behind him and there were some guys separating the two of us from me being the only one behind him, but I could still see how his pace slowed down slightly and his fists balled up at my words. He picked up his pace after that, walking much faster than usual and dodging all the men in his way to get as far away from me as possible. God only knows I wish I knew why.
***
I didn't feel like being here right now. I didn't feel like being around everyone, interacting as if nothing was going on and even if I were to act like something was off it isn't like I could explain why. I have zero clue as to why Kellin is acting the way he is towards me and it doesn't help that he doesn't feel like explaining.
Hell, I didn't even feel hungry. Which is why I settled to eat nothing as I just walked over to my table and took a seat rather than going towards the forming line at the other side of the room. Once people started taking their seats around me, busying themselves with food or small talk conversations, I decided to try and block it out but of course I forgot I would be the topic of conversation after the stunt I happened to have pulled.
"Welcome back Vic. Long time no see, even though its only been like a day. How was that stupid isolation room?" I heard Jaime ask me through the food in his mouth. I grimaced slightly, but didn't focus too much on it as I averted my eyes towards him rather than searching out Kellin.
"Honestly, right about now I wish I were still in there." I replied truthfully. I heard him scoff slightly before muttering a 'never heard that one before' and continuing his food.
I found Kellin's table, Austin and Alan occupying their usual chairs on one side of the table and I waited patiently for him to get to them. I knew he was probably getting something to eat, and I was right once I finally found him walking towards the table with not much in his hand but still something. His expression was mostly blank, but since I knew he was ticked off I took notice of the way one of his hands were still balled by his side and the way his jaw looked almost like it was still locked with anger like it had looked before in the cell.
He dropped the tray onto the table, sitting himself down on the table and placing both elbows to rest on the surface as he looked off into space. Austin and Alan took notice of him sitting down, but neither of them have said anything to him just yet and I was wondering why. It was obvious something was wrong, and they must have heard or atleast seen what happened, so I wondered why they both didn't talk to him. Maybe they had this conversation yesterday and now it's just one of those 'sulking on your own time because no ones advice does anything to help kinda situations'? Then again, what could even be the issue with him right now? I swear to god, he makes no sense.
I rolled my eyes slightly before averting my eyes to a different table; This time on a search for someone else. I was wondering why Alex wasn't sitting at the table with Kellin right now, much like he felt the need to do often. Turns out hes sitting back at his old table with his cellmate Jack Barakat, a purple bruise resting nicely along his jaw right where I had punched him. A smug sense of pride washed over me at the sight. Finally I could be glad about something that had happened and that bruise on his face is probably the best damn thing I've seen all day.
This is all stupid. Drama is stupid. I feel like I'm in middle school with this childish fighting and pointless ignoring.
I've had enough of Gaskarth's face, I'll just turn my attention back towards Kellin to see if he still looks miserable over nothing or if Austin or Alan have started any sort of conversation with him just yet. Honestly, what I was expecting to find was Kellin being in the same exact position that he had been before I looked away, not what I turned back to see.
Looking at Kellin I noticed he had already been looking in my direction, smiling even. It was probably one of the most fake, yet sickly sweet smiles I had ever seen on his face. It started small, but grew once he realized he had my attention and I could not find the will power to return it, but simple stick with the confused expression I'd been sporting since I looked back over. He looks back over at Austin and Alan, saying something I couldn't hear before standing up out of his chair and walking away from his table.
He never once stopped smiling, and he wasn't just walking normally. Oh no, he was purposely trying to walk to show his sense of purpose. He was out to do something, some kind of plan and that much was painfully obvious, but I didn't realize what kind of direction this turn of events could take until I noticed the direction he was walking in; Alex's table.
His hips swayed seductively, much like I have seen a few times myself just because the fucker wanted to get on my nerves and be a tease at the worst time possible, but this was a view I could not enjoy because this was for the sole purpose of making me angry and damn did it work like a charm.
His table was a pretty good distance away from the both of ours, so it took a few moments before Alex realized Kellin was on his way there, and once he did he looked extremely confused. He probably looked more confused than I had a few moments ago, but that isn't whats important. Whats important is how once Kellin did reach the table, Kellin had one hand on the surface and the other resting on his knee as he leaned down and whispered something into his ear, something I obviously couldn't hear but could take a few guesses at.
He smirked. That's all he did. No more exchange of words, but that smirk on Alex's face didn't leave and I don't think it will. The hand against the table found Alex's hand and he lifted him up from his seat, pulling him away from his own cellmate and bringing him over to his table again right where I can see them perfectly. There was no one blocking my view of them from where I was sitting and he must have known that since he even took it upon himself to place Alex down in a chair that wasn't his usual seat, but in a chair that gave me a profile view of him and a perfectly good view of Kellin as he placed himself on his lap.
With Kellin on his lap and his arm wrapped around his neck, Alex placed his own arms around Kellin and they sat snuggled with eachother for a few seconds before Kellin went ahead and spoke up. Them being much closer to my table gave me much better access to hear what they were saying, which is probably what he wanted.
"Aw baby, does that nasty bruise of yours hurt?" I heard Kellin ask as he lightly traced his finger against the purple lining of color along his skin, "here, why don't you let me kiss it better?" He offered before slowly leaning down and placing kisses along his entire jaw. Alex allowed him willingly, the smirk resting proudly against his face and he seemed to be enjoying the attention a bit too much.
"I knew you'd come around." Alex says once Kellin lifts away from his face. He smiled up at him before leaning towards Kellin and placing a hard kiss against his lips, one I noticed took Kellin by surprised but he quickly recovered as he kissed back willingly and placed one of his hands into his hair just below his neck and clawed at it slightly.
They kissed only for a few seconds, a couple of hard and sloppy kisses before Alex averted his attention to Kellin's jaw instead. He kissed down his jaw and towards his neck in quick motions, slowing down only to suck into the skin. I couldn't believe what was happening, I can't believe how angry I had become over such a short period of time and I can't believe the turn of events.
I watched as Kellin tipped his head back slightly and allowed Alex to do whatever it was he wanted to do, all the while not breaking eye contact with me once. The looks were intense, they were mixed with so many different emotions that I wasn't sure what to make of it but one thing I was sure of was how determined he looked and how determined he was to get on my nerves. He knows exactly how angry something like this would make me and he's practically daring me to do something about it. It didn't help how he purposely faked how into it he was, the look on his face and the way he bit into his bottom lip and God I wish I could enjoy this view but I can't. It makes me way too fucking angry to focus and I cannot stand looking at this whore show anymore.
This was starting to draw attention. I didn't realize that until I noticed my table has grown slightly more quiet because they must have taken notice on how my eyes had been locked on one particular view and how I couldn't control my bouncing legs and urge to stay in place, and not go over there to punch him once again in his stupid face because he has no right to be doing that and placing his marks on his neck or getting his slobber all over him.
Jaime had been the one to notice the scene first. His jaw dropped at the sight as he looked over at me expectantly, but still shocked non the less. It was no surprise to anyone that I had practically claimed Kellin as my own here and everyone knows you shouldn't mess with something like this, especially not with an inmate at a prison.
Before I do anything, I decide to stop and think. This is exactly what happened yesterday isn't it? Someone did something to get a reaction out of me, I did exactly what they expected me to do and in the end because of my actions, they won. Since I couldn't control myself and think of something different to do, I lost control and ultimately lost the challenge they knew they'd beat me at. If I were to go over there and break up the love fest, that's exactly whats expected of me and that would just be giving Kellin what he wants, maybe even what Alex wants too. What I should do is the complete opposite.
And finally, a smile found its way to my lips.
Ignoring the sinking feeling currently resting in my gut, I let myself smile what I hoped looked like a genuine smile at the scene and stopped my bouncing legs, leaning myself up so I sat a bit straighter and made sure my eye contact with Kellin still remained. Noticing how his facial expression seemed to falter means I must have been doing something right.
"Aw." I said, letting my smile fall into a bitterly sweet one before standing myself up infront of my table and looking away from Kellin for a few seconds. The guys sitting at my table were all looking at me, most of them curiously, some of them with a look of warning. It would be a very bad idea to start a fight right now after just getting back from isolation, but that isn't what I'm planning to do.
I finally spotted what I was looking for and this new plan was now in motion. Before going anywhere, I was sure to give Kellin a wink before walking away with a smile and going towards a table I haven't felt the need to be at in a very long time. I haven't spoken to anyone at this table in months, a year maybe, because past mistakes stay in the past but desperate times call for desperate measures.
"Hey babe, long time no talk." I said once I reached Justin's table. I wasn't expecting much from the people sitting around him, and I wasn't even sure what to expect from him, but Justin was one of the weakest people in this prison and when someone says something, he knows he has to do it. Much like when he's spoken to, ignoring is not the way to go. I didn't wait for much of a reply before I grabbed onto his arm and pulled him up from his seat and made quick word to pull him against me. My hand found his lower back quickly and rested on his ass before anything else.
"Want me back or something, Fuentes?" Were the first words out of his mouth and I mentally praised him for playing along nicely like the good sport he is.
"You know I couldn't stay away from you even if I tried." I replied smoothly and that was the last thing said before I leaned myself over and placed my lips on his. It was strange; Almost wrong to be kissing him again of all people but I knew it was the one way to make a point, and a point it made. The way I could see Kellin's face drop completely should have filled me with satisfaction beyond compare, but it did nothing but earn myself a mental pat on the back for what I suppose was a job well done.
Who knows how long that went on for, but sooner than later took notice of how it was time to finally head back to the cell and when I pulled away from Justin, he was smiling in my direction. I winked before pushing him aside and walking off, noticing Alex was now by himself and Kellin was long gone. I found him just before he disappeared out of sight, but I was in no rush to reach him. I took my time walking back towards the cells, all the while recieving a few glances from the other prisoners around me but that was nothing new and even if it were, it would be the least of my problems. Too many things are happening at once for me to focus on something as pety as men looking in my direction for causing an unusual scene in the cafeteria.
I stepped inside the cell and turned myself away from the room as I watched the prison guard lock up the bars once more. He walked away without even glancing in my direction to move towards the next set quickly and I decided to turn my attention elsewhere but before I could, I felt a pair of arms twist my body around quickly and two hands gripping my shoulders tight.
My back slammed against the nearest wall and I felt myself gasp from surprise by not only the sudden attack, but the pain that shot through me once my back and head made contact with the walls behind me. It wasn't too painful, but that was only because I must have not been shoved at full force. Of course I knew this was Kellin. What I didn't know was why he assumed he could suddenly man handle me as if he owned the place when we both know that is never how things will work around here. Since he is in a pissy mood, though, I'll let him have a few minutes of fun and a little conversation to let him think hes the boss.
"Evening, pretty lady." I said cockily, even though I am the one pinned against the wall right now who said I can't have a little fun messing with him? After all hes done nothing but get on my nerves lately and even if its wrong to fight fire with fire that's the game and I'm just playing along.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He questioned me angrily.
"Nothing, I know you're a dude and not a lady. Although I'll be honest, you could have had me fooled."
"That isn't what I meant and you know it, you infuriating piece of shit." He accused with his voice only slightly below screaming. He bawled his fists into the fabric of my shirt as he pinned me against the wall roughly and the fact that I wasn't giving into his 'tough' demeanor was probably making him angrier, but I was not going to let him win. If I had to act as if none of this was affecting me to get a reaction out of him, so be it.
"You're right, I know what you meant. However, I could be asking you the same thing, 'Kell.'" I said, my voice getting more bitter the longer I spoke. He looked at me confused, still angry, but slightly more confused than that and all at once it all simply dropped. He began to laugh as if I told a joke to lighten up the mood and even though I could tell just how angry he still was by how tight he was gripping onto me, he continued to smile.
The smile was bitter, the laugh was fake and forced, and I couldn't tell if he was actually finding amusement or if he was just switching things up. Nonetheless, he did let go of my shirt and shove me a bit away from him as he turned himself around to walk a few feet away from me. I instantly grabbed hold on my shirt and fixed in so it was back in place and looked as it did before he grabbed me, taking my eyes off of him for a few seconds and when I looked back I noticed he was already facing me once again.
He had one hand rubbing against his face in a frustrated motion as he continued to just stand there and stare. His laughter had seized, but his thin smile stayed in place.
"What, dude, did I- did I bruise your ego or something? For once someone doesn't actually want to be around you and you couldn't handle it? You turn this back around on me because I am the one who pushed you that far, am I right?"
"No Kellin, you didn't, but I did bruise that little boyfriend of yours face and I'd do it all over again." I replied, ignoring the second half of his question because he had a point. I would have never kissed Justin if Kellin didn't go ahead and do what he did with Alex. I simply wanted to place the same feelings on him as he was putting on me. As childish as that may sound, what happened can't be changed and to be completely honest if given the chance to change my actions, I probably wouldn't.
"You are such a dick and you probably don't even realize it. Why don't you just go back to your ugly little boytoy?"
"Fine by me as long as you keep having fun whoring yourself around, you slut." I muttered before finally pushing myself away from the wall a little and walking past him, bumping my shoulder into his forcefully since he was in the way of me reaching my bed. Just thinking back to all of the stupid shit hes said and pulled is getting me more worked up and I couldn't help how I stopped myself short of sitting down and turned to face him once again, pissed as ever. "I mean really, all whore jokes aside, wanna just tell me what its like to be such a shitty person like yourself?"
"Why don't you ask that again, except this time direct it towards yourself while taking one more look at what you did to my back during your little temper tantrum?!" He yelled before turning himself slightly so the side of him was facing me and his shirt rode up just enough for me to see almost all of the damage on his skin.
If I thought about it hard enough, I can distinctly remember all of the important parts of that day and what took place. I wasn't expecting for little pieces I must have missed to fall into place like some sort of thought-processor jigsaw puzzle after hearing and seeing what Kellin had said. I can remember pushing him aside, but not as hard as I must have considering the damage. I tried getting him out of my way because he was interfering in me trying to set Alex straight so he would quit doing what he was doing. After you've been in a place like this long enough, you learn that if you want things done you need to make an example out of it or else things won't ever change. Its either be feared or fear others, and I had to make it known. Kellin being around for not even a whole year proves he just hasn't learned that yet.
But there was that feeling again that I could have sworn I forgotten was even an emotion. That dumb stomach clenching pain that made my heart physically hurt at the sight of what I actually managed to do to him, even if it was an accident. I have done so much worse to so many other people, yet I can't even begin to even try processing this. It gets clearer in my head the longer I think about what happened that day and how much strength I really did put into that shove, and yet I still haven't said a single word.
I'm not sure if Kellin took my silence as a victory or not, but whether he did or not he still did not look very happy. He wasn't pleased but he wasn't angry anymore either; He was just blank, much like I probably looked right now as well.
He sighed before shaking his head slightly and placing his shirt back in place on his body, heading in the direction of his bed and making himself comfortable against it with his back facing me and with his body as close to the wall--and as far away from me--as possible. I don't blame him for not wanting to be near me, hell I wouldn't even want to be near myself.
Finally I took a seat. I had been standing beside my bed for what seemed like ages but couldn't be more than a few minutes and I finally sat on it, a small noise being made as I rested my weight against it.
I could already tell this would be all I think about for the rest of the day, maybe even the rest of the week.
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i apologize for such a long wait on this, next chapter is typed up and done and will be posted once this reaches a few notes just to know people are still reading yk? i actually had to go ahead and space out this entire chapter bc it didn’t do it itself when i copy and pasted so that was no fun lmao. anyway hope you enjoyed, mssg ur thoughts, like the chapter, all that jazz!!
Before someone enters a prison, its been said that you're surrounded by a painful silence; Left with nothing but time to sit and reminisce but its pretty hard to reflect on your crimes and guilty conscious when you have a horny sex god sharing your cell. Especially when you're busy giving into all said sex gods desires and fucking him like our current scenery isn't even a relevant thought.
Over the course of the last couple of weeks, things have been staying fairly the same between Vic and I. If anything, we were much more eager to participate in sexual favors with one another than we were interested in anything else, that much has become obvious to me. Another thing standing out was the drastic change in Alex and I's 'friendship.' I'm not even sure I'd go as far as calling it that, but I will be the first to admit things are definitely different nowadays.
After I had slapped him (much deserving, might I add) he had been speaking to me less and less and I rarely saw much of him. He occupied most of his time by sitting and chatting with his cellmate Jack. It wasn't too difficult to take note of the tension in the air when we did speak, but if I'm being honest with myself I'm finding it to be much of a relief. Alex was much too handsy for my liking and a complete creep. Everytime I find my thoughts drifting to the brunette male I simply remind myself of the reason there is tension looming around us in the first place and I find myself just as angry as I was the day I slapped him all over again.
Besides, if I were left with a choice, Vic is much better than Alex is whether we are going by personality or looks. I didn't happen to meet either of them on the best circumstances, but being in prison for this long and getting to know the too of them in depth has me believing I would pick Vic over him.
Speaking of the devil, I currently was straddling a shirtless Vic as he was placed in a sat up position. I let my hands start to roam his body as they made their way up his pecks. My hands were warm against his colder skin, and I felt his muscles tense beneath my touch. I didn't let my hands stay still for too long because before I knew it I had them raveled inbetween his hair and tugging with slight force as I allowed his tongue to slip into my mouth and coax mine. A low rumble came from within Vic's throat and I couldn't help how it caused me to tug harder against his dark locks. Something that has definitely grown on me much more than I'd ever admit is kissing Vic. He was a very passionate kisser, rough yet gentle all at once and knew exactly when to use either or.
I felt the hand he had gripping my hip leave its place to make its way past my waistband and down my pants instead, hand instantly grabbing a tight hold of my ass. I couldn't keep down the surprised, yet accepting moan that escaped me but it was muffled by the pair of plumped lips against my own. He wasted no time in running his middle finger down my cleft teasingly, eliciting the most delicious shivers. I groaned as I felt his finger glide down and over my entrance, massaging it gently. I couldn't help my quickening heartbeat, so I broke the kiss panting as he applied more pressure and kept his warm brown gaze locked with my eyes. Eye contact was probably one of my biggest turn on's and I always felt myself grow just a bit harder under Vic's intense gazes. His eyes were clouded with lust and playfulness as he continued his teasing and knowing damn well I wanted, needed, more.
I could feel all my impatience bubbling up at once, and I was ready to protest against all this teasing, but once I had finally opened my mouth to complain I noticed I had been too late. The gates started to open and I heard the guards begin to shout for everyone to get up and get out. I cursed myself for forgetting that we were suppose to go out to the court yard today. I shouldn't have let this get as far as it did because now we both need to deal with this extremely annoying disappointment and pull apart for awhile. With a sigh, Vic removed his hands from my pants and tapped my hips for me to get up.
"Why is it that when I'm about to get my dick wet, we're always cock blocked?" Vic muttered as he slipped back on his shirt. I shrugged and readjusted my clothes. As he was lacing up his shoes, Vic took notice of the pout on my face and made his way over to me.
"Hey, we'll pick up afterwards okay?"
"Whatever." I huffed quietly. I knew it wasn't his fault, but it didn't stop me to become annoyed with this schedule stuff. As I began to walk myself out, I felt his hand wrap around my wrist and pull me back into his arms so I didn't end up getting to far. I looked up to protest but he quickly silenced me with his lips on my own.
"Don't you cop an attitude with me, princess," he warned against my lips, "I'll have to punish you if you do that."
"Well," I began, my voice only slightly above a whisper as I pulled myself out of his embrace and turned to leave, looking over my shoulder to continue speaking just before I completely walked out of our cell, "That isn't sounding like not much of a threat to my ears. Whats a punishment if I enjoy it, babe?" With an innocent smile played on my lips, I decided not to wait for a comeback before winking in his direction and sauntering out of there, making sure to sway my hips just a slightly bit more than usual.
As I finally let my feet lead me to where I needed to be, I could still feel Vic's gaze on me the entire time and I could only take a wild guess at where his eyes were planted. Good, I thought, smirking to myself in victory, it was his turned to be teased for a change anyway. Once I finally reached the door to go outside, I was stopped when I felt Vic's arms snake around my waist and a chaste kiss was placed on my cheek without warning.
"I'll see you soon, M'lady." He said with a wink. I watched as he stripped off his shirt and walked towards the group of boys I see him with most of the time to start a game of basketball. I rolled my eyes playfully at the nickname before deciding the let it go and go about my own business.
I let my eyes begin to scan the courtyard in hopes of finding my companions Austin and Alan. When I spotted them hanging out by the shady table area, I walked over to it quickly and took my place at the opposite side of the table greeting both of them with a head nod. They returned the gesture with a small smile resting on both their faces, Alan continuing to speak about a story he must have been telling before I had arrived. I tried to pick up on what he was talking about so I could start to try and involve myself, but that plan went straight down the drain when I took notice of the fact that I had a perfect view of the poor excuse for a basketball court and an even better view of a shirtless, and soon to be sweaty, Vic.
He had only just begun playing and he was already a bit shiny from how competitive his friends were playing. That, and the combination of the sun beating down on all of use with extremely harsh rays. I didn't have too much of a problem with the heat out here though. It was nice to be given this time outside, if I was being honest with myself. Truth be told, staying in that jail was much too suffocating and getting a breath of fresh air and feeling natural heat on your skin is a relief. Dropping the thought, I continued to watched on, taking notice of how his hair bounced freely around his shoulders and how his muscles moved under his glistening skin, showing how truly defined his arms really were.
I bit my lip just thinking about how I'd be able to put that muscle definition to the test when we got back to the cell. How Vic could just shove me up against the wall, pick me up and just grind his hips in filthy circles as I begged and pleaded for more with no problem at all. I could practically feel the way his lips would ghost down my neck, biting and sucking along the way. Feel the soft strands of his hair slipping through my fingers as I pulled, making him release the most guttural, sexiest sounds that I would ever have the pleasure of hearing.
I was so caught up in my daydream that I barely even took notice of the fact that Alan was trying to talk to me. He had been looking at me with raised eyebrows, the table growing quiet as he waited for me to speak and I couldn't help the way I snapped back into focus and giving myself away completely by accident. I blushed as he gave me a pointed look letting me know I had been caught. Could you really blame me, though?
"Getting mighty close with Vic there, aren't you?" Alan questioned as he followed the trail of my eyes.
There wasn't much I could say to try and pretend to defend my case, because I suppose we both knew how true that really was. It wasn't even a planned thing, it just happened, but I'm not complaining. I found myself shrugging at his question as I let a smirk find its way upon my face, but that answer didn't stop the feeling of a blush to spread down to my neck. Thankfully we moved on from my shameless eye fucking and we mindlessly chatted about the weather, occasionally throwing jokes back and forth to try and fill in the silence as best as we could.
Not too long after I sat down, Alan complained about having to use the bathroom so he and Austin got up, promising their return in minutes. I waved them off and leaned back a little, closing my eyes to enjoy the alone time as well as the warmth that the sun provided me. Why they both had to go together just for Alan to use the bathroom I'll probably never know, but I could sure take a few guesses. Suddenly, a shadow loomed over my body, blocking the warm rays. I frowned at the loss and shivered, looking up to find the asshole who had disturbed my peaceful moment. Within seconds I found the culprit to be a menacing looking Alex.
"Mind not standing so close? You're kind of blocking my sun." I snapped, shutting my eyes once more.
"Wanna tell me why you're so keen on getting close to Vic?" Alex demanded, ignoring what I said entirely. I opened my eyes to look back up at him once more to see he had his arms crossed over his chest and was waiting patiently for me to answer the extremely random question.
"I don't see why that matters or is any of your concern." I replied smoothly, although I could feel myself becoming annoyed with this conversation quickly. The first time he speaks to me in weeks and this is the topic of choice. Shooing him to the side so I could continue to soak up the sun, I waited for him to leave me alone but he didn't budge.
"What do you even see in that guy? I'm clearly so much better then asshat over there."
"I'd beg to differ, Alex. He asks permission to touch me before doing so, not helping himself to a feel whenever he so pleases." I stated. Alex just snorted and rolled his eyes.
"Come on Kell, ditch the Hispanic and go for someone who's actually legal in the US."
"And that someone would be who exactly? You?" I questioned, starting to lose my patience. I wasn't going to tolerate racism, and I wasn't in the mood for Alex's piss poor attitude either. This jealousy of his is skyrocketing out of control and I wasn't in the mood to listen to this.
"Uh-huh. Plus, I'm a great kisser. Why don't you see for yourself?" He offered in a cocky tone. If this was his way of trying to persuade me, then I was unimpressed.
"That offer sounds mighty promising Al, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to pass."
"C'mon baby, just give me a chance." He pleaded, stepping way to close for comfort.
These are the little things that bother me about Alex. This is why I might just be better off without him talking to me. It's annoying and rude to pass around cutesy nicknames to strangers who don't want anything to do with you in that way but Alex just isn't seeming to get that lodged into his thick skull. I sighed and shook my head, having enough of this conversation and hearing his pathetic excuse for pick up lines. It was clear to me that he wasn't going to leave me alone so I stood up, and went to walk away when I felt his hand latch onto my forearm and yank me towards him.
"You'll never know that you like me if you never try." He leered down at me, locking his left arm around my waist cutting off any personal space.
"Alex stop, I said n-" My sentence was abruptly cut off when an unexpected pair of chapped lips pressed themselves against mine. His right hand came up to tangle in my hair, holding my head in place and making escape close to impossible.
I felt myself start to panic once I found escaping almost impossible, and I found myself trying to push and force myself away. Although, that didn't stop how he pried my lips open with his tongue. I whimpered trying to get away, feeling repulsed as his tongue forced its way into my mouth. His hand traveled down my back to a designated destination which I assumed was my ass but it never reached it because I suddenly felt him being ripped away from my body.
Once I was free from his grip and I could breath freely once again, I felt relief instantly flood within my veins. The kiss was completely unwanted and I could feel my heart beating harder than usual at the quick turn of events. Suddenly I realized someone pulled Alex off of me so I might want to go ahead and thank them. Thoughts instantly went to Austin as I assumed he was the one who came to my rescue and removed Alex from against my body once coming back from the bathroom and noting the dangerous scene unfolding but I was wrong.
When I turned around to thank my savior and take in how the scene is now playing out, I was more than surprised to be met with the sight of a very pissed off Vic. Oh no, not good. This is definitely not good.
"What part of do not fucking touch what is mine don't you understand?!" Vic accused, practically screaming as his voice laced with venom that sent even chills down my spine. His grip on me was suddenly released as he pushed me away from the growing scene and stood in a protective stance.
"I don't see your name imprinted on his forehead, dickweed." Alex responded hotly.
This kind of situation is all too new to me. I have never found myself being fought over by two other guys before and it was starting to place a really bad and twisted feeling my in gut. Sure, who doesn't imagine having this kind of scenario taking place atleast once in their life? Being wanted by two people, having to chose between them and going off with one was one of those stupid teenage year fantasies I use to think up once or twice but I didn't think this could actually one day happen. I had an extremely bad feeling about this and I could tell someone was going to end up getting hurt, so naturally more panic began to settle. Having two criminals fighting one another because of jealousy is probably one the of worst combinations I have ever stumbled upon, but I seem to have found myself being smack in the middle of it all.
Taking reality in once more, I started focusing just in time to see Vic pull back his arm in an attempt to swing at Alex but I wouldn't have it. Not only would starting a fight be the worst way to end this situation considering it most likely will not be considered over after it happens, but getting Vic into trouble over this is not worth the chance. Before he could do anything, I placed myself in the middle of the two and gabbed a hold of his face in one of my hands and forced him to look at me while I held on tightly to his fist with the other. He needed to calm himself down before he did something he would regret later and if I was going to be the one responsible for calming him down, then so be it.
"Hey, stop. Listen to me please. He really isn't worth the trouble, he isn't worth you getting in trouble so stop it." I pleaded but I made sure I spoke with enough force so that he knew I was completely serious about him putting his fist down. His breathing was heavy and his eyes were dark, much darker than they usually were and I felt myself wanting to cower away from the scene but I knew if I didn't stand up to him then no one would. I tried to convey reason into my words, tried to get him to see that all Alex wanted to do was rile him up and doing so will only get him to win in the end but he wasn't having any of it. He didn't even flinch at my words, his angry only growing and I knew this wasn't over. Not by a long shot.
"Stop fucking defending him and get out of my face." He retorted and without a second thought he retched my hands off of his face and tore his arm out of my grip, taking me away from the scene so that he was once again turned back to start up with Alex once more. I was starting to feel anger of my own boil up and I couldn't help myself when getting so offended on being completely ignored and thrown away from the scene as if I had no part of it.
"No! You aren't going to let him affect you like this!" I screamed, pulling him back once more. At this point I didn't care too greatly for the consequences of what Vic might do, but mostly on how ridiculous the two of them were being. "Besides, you're acting like I'm some chew toy when I'm not."
"He fucking kissed you Kellin, and last time I checked, you were mine." It seems I wasn't the only one starting to let my anger get the best of me. Of course I had much more self control than Vic did, and it left me wondering why he retorts to violence so quickly when it is a stupid idea to even act on the thought, but I dropped that thought process once I found Vic stepping closer to me and heard the growl he edged into his words. Honestly, I should've been terrified but the adrenaline pumping through me was giving me unknown confidence and I wouldn't find myself backing down now. Like I said, it was just as much my fight as it was his.
"Says who? Huh?!" I challenged, puffing out my chest.
"Says me, now fucking move."
I wasn't sure if I had found myself beginning to trust Vic too much to not lay a hand on me or if I was just dumb too assume the best in him, but I wish I could say I wasn't surprised when he put his hands on me after that.
The next thing I know, Vic has acted on all the anger building up inside him and I was his target. It all happened so fast that I barely had any time to process it, but I know for sure he stepped completely out of line. I felt Vic roughly shove me off to the side at an attempt to move me out of his way and out of sight because he had clearly had enough of me doing nothing but trying to protect him from doing something stupid and fighting a battle that shouldn't even be bothered with. I stumbled backwards at the sudden force and lost my balance, causing me to tumble back and collide hard with the surface of the table. With my lower back shoved roughly into the side of it, my back collided even harder into the surface while my head snapped back without warning.
The first thing I noticed was my blurry vision. Then after my vision stopped being so foggy, I took note of the ringing in my ears and the shooting pain raging through half of my body. I forced myself to refocus because I would not stand for being knocked off my feet and expected to sit back like a useless dog. I groaned as the ringing was subsiding and took that as my cue to return my attention to the unfolding fight between Vic and Alex. Neither of them noticed a thing about my current condition.
"What are you gonna do tough guy?" Alex taunted with a smirk.
"Oh you don't wanna know what I have planned." Vic whispered in a dangerous tone as he cornered Alex like a caged animal.
"Why don't you enlighten me?" Alex spoke, trying to pry the information out from Vic. Entertainment dancing in his features, finding joy in this. He was taking this as a joke which I would never understand why. The only explanation I can come up with is he is simply trying to rile Vic up as much as possible, press his own luck with this, and Vic is falling directly into that trap because he just wouldn't fucking listen to me or listen to any reason I threw his way.
"I enjoy the element of surprise, Lex," Vic spat the nickname like it was poison, "Just like I'm going to enjoy beating that smug fucking look right off your face." Not giving Alex anytime to prepare for an insult, Vic stepped forward in a manner that he was ready to break this little cat-chase-mouse game as well as that little barrier and shoved Alex hard against the wall behind him.
"Whatcha gonna do, huh? Are you gonna beat me to death like your father?" Alex retorted, shoving Vic back.
Time felt like it had stopped after that. I could understand why a sentence like that would hit a nerve, but I felt my heart stop beating right on the stop. It had been pounding so hard in my chest but then it became restless for a few moments, before picking back up again. My stomach felt empty and my mouth dried as I watched them stare eachother down, both wearing two completely different facial expressions. If looks could kill, Alex would be bleeding out right now.
A deathly silence fell over everyone who had gathered around to see the fight once those words found their way out of Alex's mouth. By the look on their faces, I could tell no one has ever spoken to Vic in such a way and more than half of them looked terrified, while some others either looked sympathetic or curious to see what might happen next. I for one could hear my heart beating in my fucking ears, which wasn't helping the headache that completely took over me.
I didn't even recognize Vic right now. The look on his face was one of the most expressionless I've ever seen, yet help so much emotion all at the same time. There was a murderous glint glistening in his eyes and I knew better than to try and do something stupid like step infront of him. It has already been proven to me he has no problem putting his hands on me rather than who he is actually angry at and after looking at how much that one comment had affected him, I knew to stay in place and let events unfold on their own.
I couldn't believe how calm Alex was right now. If anything, he looked overjoyed. Delighted that his words were having such an affect on Vic, Alex grinned and pushed on, ignoring Vic's clenched fists and the crowds blank expressions.
"Like father like son, am I right Viccy po-" Alex wasn't even able to finish his mocking sentence because before he could finish talking, Vic had lunged at him and punched him so hard that a sickening crack could be heard. I felt myself jump at the sudden change and cringe at the noise echoing around us. Before Alex had the time to recover from the blow, officers were quickly intervening and dragging Vic and Alex away from one another. They had been waiting for someone to throw a punch in order to break it up because as far as I'm concerned, unless a punch is thrown, they have no business breaking it up.
"Okay ladies, that's enough. Back to your cells!" The old officer loudly spoke as he ushered us away from a bleeding Gaskarth.
I couldn't even move. I didn't want to move but I wanted to be anywhere but here all at the same time. I wasn't even sure what I was suppose to think, this all happened so fucking quickly. My mind was spinning but I knew better than to stay in place.
The large crowd of men was being ushered away and I followed suit, ignoring the sharp pains. I slowly made my way over to the entrance back to the cell but the stairs proved to be difficult when I took one step and winced. After conquering the stairs, I made my way to my cell and crashed my full weight onto the bed. Listening to the cell door lock in place, I let out a pained groan as I rolled onto my back.
I just needed to get comfortable. I needed to get comfortable enough to try and relax and let this pain subside. I toed my shoes off slowly, all my movements consisting of me taking my time because I was afraid I might accidentally pull something or move in a wrong direction and cause myself to start yelling in pain. I fought it off, though, and crawled into my bed while pulling the blanket snugly around me.
I couldn't even begin to process what had just happened. Seriously, what the hell just happened? Trouble follows me around like a lost puppy because even when I mind my own business, its waiting around the corner to hurt someone. In this case, everyone of us ended up hurt. And on top of that, everyone of us are probably gonna be on our own for awhile. Why did Vic have to be so goddamn possessive over me? Why did he think I was just some prize to be won when I'm most definitely not. I'm a human being, not some trophy to show off when placed on a shelf.
Not to mention the things Alex said didn't really sit well with me either. Did Vic really beat his father to death? He seems like the type to cause some serious harm when intended but to actually kill someone? On what grounds? I couldn't imagine Vic going to such an extreme, and I wasn't even sure of his reasoning. I know that may sound hypocritical of me, sitting here placing judge on someone for killing another, but I wasn't in control of my actions. Was Vic in control of his? I know he has a temper but would he really snap like that? Would he snap on me like that?
That would explain why he is always being so secretive. Was he going to lie to me about why he was in here? Was he going to tell me the full story or partially the truth?
On top of all that, I have to face the fact that I have been involved with this man for awhile now. The realization is starting to hit me that I was fooling around with a murder. A stone cold killer. If I were to compare this newly inquired news with the way I had first met Vic and how physical and demanding he was, it could all tie together that this man really is who I'm starting to believe he is. Everything is tying together and the more I think about it, the sicker I feel. The thought of Vic hurting anyone, not even just me, made my stomach churn and brought on a new wave a nausea. I actually let him touch me and the feeling had me repulsed. And to think of how far I was willing to go with him, especially when we were going to be coming back from the court yard. All the thoughts I had thought up about what we would be doing this very moment had me wanting to rid all and any food in my stomach.
I could feel myself begin to feel dizzy with all this information. This was all too much. I couldn't process so much news and so many events in such a short amount of time. I just needed to sleep this off. I need to just call it a night and calm my shaking hands before I make myself puke. I'll have plenty of time to sort this out later when Vic returns to the cell but I wasn't sure when that would be considering he might've broken Alex's nose.
When he returns to the cell? More like if he returns to the cell.
This is too much. I want sleep. I am thinking so hard my brain feels like its about to break out of my skull. Of course, that could just be the fact that I probably have the worlds worst concussions on my hands but only time will tell, right?
Pushing aside all of my problems for now, I forced myself to close my eyes and let my mind wander to happier moments; more uplifting times to get away from this all. It took a good while, but soon enough the darkness consumed me and I was beginning to lull off as I felt the dull pain in my back ebb away.
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The world is all about timing. If I'm being honest, the timing was not in my favor as I was unfortunately on my last nerve when I was at my brothers house party and was informed of some delightful details about my almost ex's new relationship.
I was tapping my foot and bobbing my head along to the beat of the music blasting through my eardrums, a beat I vaguely did recognize hearing before this. I had a bottle gripped in my hand, one I took another swig of as I tried desperately to drown out the mind numbing thoughts. I would try anything at this point to try and completely shut off my mind and considering this alcohol was the most convenient at the moment, it would have to do.
"V-Vic!" I heard Jaime, a long-term friend, shout loudly with a hiccup near the end of his words. He plopped down next to me and pulled me into a giant hug. He reeked of vodka and the stench of cigarettes, although i was beginning to get use to the stench since about half the people here smelt of the same.
"Hime-time, I think you've had enough don't ya think?" I chuckled as I went to confiscate his red solo cup but in return was swatted away like an annoying insect.
"Of course I have not Vicky, lighten up!" Jaime cheered, as he downed the remnants of whatever was filled in the cup, and tossed it elsewhere.
I mumbled a quick response as I downed the last of my beer and scrunched up my face at the bitter taste making its way down my throat. I couldn't just "lighten up" considering the fact that my relationship was on the cusp of falling apart. I've been with Kellin for a little over 2 years now, and I loved him with everything in me. I even thought we might end up getting married, but apparently now he was having second thoughts.
"Are you sad because of Mr. perfect hair and tight jeans?" Jaime questioned as he studied my facial expression.
I shrugged as I looked down and frowned at my hands. I felt my eyes slowly begin to burn with unshed tears along with my throat becoming dry. Fuck me.
"Trust me Vic, you could do so much better then that assfuck." Jaime said as he slapped a hand down on my shoulder roughly. "He isn't worth it, 'specially since he's a cheater."
That captured my attention and made my self pity come to a halt. I snapped my head up at the news and met Jaime's glossy gaze. I was hoping for this to simply be a drunken outburst where he had no idea what he was talking about, but I couldn't help how my heart sank at the words and the way this could make sense as to why our relationship could be falling apart.
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah man! He really isn't worth your time." Jaime hiccuped.
I was dumbfounded, but it suddenly all clicked now. That explains the late night phone calls and coming home so late and the distance he's put between us lately and--God I should've read the signs. The tears started to collect again the more I put thought to it, I feel like such a fucking idiot.
"Yeah," Jaime paused, giving me a a thoughtful look before continuing, "Kells was fucking that ginger for about three months now." And just like that, my mood had switched from devastation to humiliation and rage.
To say I was mad would have been a complete understatement because I was fucking livid. That little fucking whore had the nerve to try and pin our failing relationship all on me when he was the one slutting around with some other guy. Another thought crossed my mind; If he's been cheating on me for a while and Jaime knew, who else did?
"Who else knows?" I demanded.
"Well, Mike was the one who saw them." Jaime spoke slowly so he could think, "and Tony also saw them."
The new information only fueled my rage more, if that were even possible. My own little brother knew that Kellin was fucking someone else behind my back and didn't even bother to tell me that the love of my life was cheating on me? Family first, huh? I snorted at the thought. I was so over this party, and I was completely done with this night.
I jumped up from the spot that I was occupying on the couch and muttered a quick goodbye to Jaime. I pushed my way past the sea of sweaty bodies and drunk girls trying to pull me over to them, shrugging them away. Little did they actually know I batted for the other team and wasn't interested in fake spray tans, mini skirts, and push-up bras.
When I finally made it into the kitchen I spotted Mike and Tony behind the counter, filling up drinks and laughing at the drunken jokes being made. I probably would've grabbed a bear and joined in too if I wasn't in such a terrible mood.
"Everyone out now," I barked, "I need to have a little chat with my brother and so-called bestfriend."
The laughter died down and it was dead silence as the few people that were actually in the room turned to look at me and slowly made their ways out of the cramped kitchen, shooting Mike and Tony sympathetic looks as they departed. When everyone had cleared, I slammed the door shut and stomped over to the counter.
"Hey baby bro! Hey turtle!" I greeted sarcastically.
"Uh hey Vic, is everything alright?" Mike questioned, glancing over at Tony with confusion in his eyes and Tony simply shrugged slighly in response to his look.
"Everything is just dandy!" I replied forcing a smile onto my lips, "How've you been Tone?"
"Uh great man, how's life?" Tony replied nervously.
"Well, now that you ask, my life has been going great actually. I got a ticket today, I failed my history exam, I got dragged to this stupid fucking party, and oh!" I paused to simply add a slightly more dramatic effect before speaking once more, "my soon to be ex boyfriend has been cheating on me for several months and my bestfriends and brother knew all a fucking long!" I screamed as I pushed the glass alcohol bottles off of the island sending them to the floor with a crash and watched as the other two flinched, backing away slowly.
"Vic, I swear. I was gonna tell you." Mike quickly defended with his hands up and palms facing towards me. Guilt and fear was clear in his eyes as well as in Tony's, but I wasn't going to fall for it.
"When?!" I shouted as I stepped over all the broken glass and made my way around the counter, "When were you going to enlighten me about this lovely information? Huh?"
"I-I'm sorry. I just" Mike looked down as he lowered his hands.
"You just what, Mikey?" I sneered. I needed answers and he sure as hell wasn't giving them to me.
"I didn't wanna hurt you, Vic. You've got to understand, I was just trying to look out for you." Mike tried to reason.
"No I don't understand and I don't think I will be anytime soon because the way I see it, a good brother," I paused and glared at Tony, "or friend would've told me. Not let me be told by somebody else." I just shook my head as I backed away and made my way to the door.
"Vic, wait!" Mike called
But I didn't wait. I didn't stop once. I was hardly even phased by his pleas for me to turn around or come back so we could disscus it some more because I was too busy walking myself out of the house and making my way towards my car instead. I had too much screaming going on in my head to even focus on the noises happening around me instead. All I knew was I needed to get out of there.
That was about an hour ago and I haven't calmed down in the slightest. Here I am now, driving home in complete silence on my way back to my shitty apartment with no one waiting for me there and absolutely no one to talk to about my problems. Everyone I thought I could confine in and thought who cared about me had all betrayed me in one night.
The more I dwell on my pessimistic thoughts, the worse I felt. A realization had struck me that for the first time in a very long time I was completely and utterly alone. I finally gave into the numb feeling taking over and felt my eyes begin to water as a sob escaped my lips.
My vision became blurred by the unshed tears and I couldn't really see anymore so I quickly pulled over to the side of the road and parked to ensure that I didn't crash. Although I doubt anyone would truly care if I died, they all lied to me afterall, I doubt they even cared for me. Not to mention Kellin sure as hell wouldn't care since he's already found someone better. What did I have left? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
My chest felt as if it was caving in as sob after sob tumbled from my lips, wracking my entire body. I bowed my head and rested it on the steering wheel as I watched my tears fall to my jeans and imprint dark circles among my thighs. I kept wiping at my nose with the back of my hand that was covered with my sweatshirt but it kept dripping. I despised crying, but the tears were the last of my worries right now. I hated Kellin, I hated my friends, I hated my brother, I fucking hated myself. I just wanted these thoughts to stop.
The thought of suicide had never really crossed my mind up until now. What did I really have to live for? I mean, it would be so quick and easy considering I did have a gun in the glove compartment. What was stopping me? Certainly not anyone I thought might want to. If anything the people who should be stopping me were the ones who got my thoughts this bad in the first place.
I quickly shook the notion of suicide off for now and went back to what had brought me to this situation in the first place. I felt as if I was here watching my entire world crash down around me and there was not a goddamn thing I could do except watch. I couldn't prevent it from crumbling before my eyes and I couldn't save anything--possibly not even myself. I felt useless.
My eyes flickered over to the glove compartment as I reached over and pulled on the little lever to release the door. I reached in, pushing aside all of the useless papers until I found what I had been looking for a took hold of it, grabbed my hand gun and pulling it out. Kellin used to joke about me having it stored in there, saying I was apart of the mob or something, but that memory soon flashed away as rage suddenly filled my veins thinking of him and what he had done. I was sat here feeling absolutely miserable and he was probably at home, living it up. That wasn't fair. I was the good boyfriend, I was the loyal one, he didn't deserve to feel happy. I tucked the handgun into my back belt loop, making a decision to drive to his house and get the much wanted answers I so desperately deserved.
***
The drive to his house wasn't a long one from where I had parked earlier so I had arrived fairly quick. I, however, wasn't expecting there to be any company for when I had arrived. I felt my stomach drop the moment I pulled up to his driveway and saw a car I recognized, one that belonged to Kellin's best friend, Jesse. My heartbeat picked up as I turned my headlights off before parking in the driveway to avoid giving me away and made my way out of the car, not bothering to lock it in my haste.
When I reached the front door, I pulled out the spare that Kellin had given me and had not yet returned and quietly entered his house. Of course this probably wasn't the best thing to do since I am entering his house uninvited, but my mind was too hazed for me to think straight. All I knew was I needed to figure out what was happening in here and it wasn't long until I recieved my answer.
At first I was greeted with silence. The house seemed practically empty as I looked around to find nothing to prove someone was actually in the house right now, but that was shortly broken when I heard a high-pitched moan sounding from upstairs. Bingo.
I made my way over to the stairs and slowly but carefully crept up the steps I had stepped on so many times before. I was careful with my feet to ensure that I didn't make any of the wooden steps creek underneath my weight. I wanted to make sure that when I got there it would be the same scene that was happening before they even knew of my presence. The moans had begun to get louder and more frequent with each step and when I finally reached the final step I quickly made my way to the end of the hall where I knew his room was located.
The door was slightly ajar but gave me plenty of space to preview the oh-so-lovely activities taking place in the room before me.
When I peaked inside, my heart jumped to my throat. My suspicions were proven correct when I saw Kellin riding Jesse at a fast pace, moaning loudly like a Grade A Slut.
Though I should have simply stopped whatever was happening inside quickly, I found myself standing there watching in disbelief for a minute or two. I knew that this was what had been happening behind my back for months of our relationship, but seeing it happen right before my eyes defiantly stung much more than any words ever could. A small part of me wished that this wasn't the case, that this was all a joke and he had been faithful to me throughout our relationship. I hoped that the failure of us trying to stay together could have simply been lack of chemistry between us and not become he had found someone knew, but this proved how wrong my hopes really had been. I couldn't stand to watch this any longer. So with all the emotions running through me at once, I finally let the anger consume me and saw nothing but red as I stood up straight and kicked the door wide open, strolling in while clapping.
Kellin jumped and screamed while Jesse moved to grab the blanket in order to cover himself.
"That was a beautiful performance guys, don't stop on my account. Go ahead, please continue." I said casually, motioning for them to carry on with a wave of my fingers as I swirled the desk chair around and sat down.
"V-Vic, how are you even?" Kellin stammered as his face brightly shined red. I use to love the sight of his blushing cheeks, something I missed seeing because I knew my effect on him hadn't been as strong as it once had been, and under any other circumstances I probably would have loved this. But I couldn't help how my own blood boiled at the sight of him and simply the sound of his voice.
"Oh how did I get in? I actually didn't get the chance to return your fucking house keys, so here I am now." I spat, making Kellin flinch.
"Hey man, don't speak to him like that." Jesse warned as he quickly grabbed a pair of boxers off the floor and slipped them on along with his shirt. He pulled Kellin behind him and shielded him from me, only making my blood boil even more as if he had a right to protect him. This was between Kellin and I, because if he hadn't gotten between the two of us this wouldn't have happened.
"Funny how I don't remember asking you to talk, let alone breathe." I snapped, focusing my glare on him.
"You little fucking-" He threatened as he started walking towards me, only to be pulled back by a very distressed Kellin.
"Jesse, please don't." Kellin spoke in a soothing yet assertive tone, trying to calm the angry ginger down.
Instead of making me upset, this surprisingly made me laugh. I didn't feel that knife twisting feeling in my gut anymore, I didn't feel my heart sinking down into my stomach like I had been. Instead, I didn't feel anything at all. I felt numb.
My laughing must have set Jesse off on another rampage because the next thing I know hes yanking his arm away and starting towards me.
"What the fuck are you laughing at?" Jesse demanded, challenging me to speak although I don't think he should be getting the impressing that he has the upper hand here. Of course seeing him pissed off only made me laugh harder.
"He's insane Kells, no wonder you wanted to leave him." Jesse said incredulously. I knew he was only saying this to get a reaction out of me, and although I shouldn't have given him one, I couldn't help it. The mention of Kellin cheating had shut me up completely and it left me with a tightening in my throat. That statement had sprung back the questions in my head, and thinking about Kellin cheating only made my eyes glisten with more unshed tears. Jesse took notice of my expression and smiled maliciously as he stepped towards me.
"Aww, is little Vicky gonna cry?" He tauntingly pouted, and when I continued to stay quiet he took it upon himself to continue. "Laugh it up all you want Victor, but in the end I'm the one winning because I get to slam into that nice thick ass." Jesse mocked, taking notice of the fact that I was upset and using it to his advantage. Kellin jumped from the bed and pulled on a pair of shorts, stepping in front of his lover.
"Jesse stop it!" Kellin screamed as he shoved him away.
"Why he's just a-"
"Shut up!" I screamed as I stood up and yanked the gun out of my back belt loop, having enough of this conversation and quite frankly having enough of Jesse in general.
Jesse was the first to notice the weapon considering Kellin had his back was towards me. The fear that flashed in Jesse's eyes went by unnoticed and made me swell up in some sort of accomplishment. I felt the confidence flowing back through my veins and the adrenaline that followed.
"Woah woah woah, Vic, put that down." Jesse began as he backed up while putting his hands up in the air as some kind of defense mechanism to justify that he wouldn't do anything.
"I said. Shut. Your. Fucking. Mouth!" I punctuated each word with a wave of the gun.
"Victor." Kellin gasped as he moved away from me as well, but I wouldn't focus on him right now. Instead I kept my eyes locked with the slightly bulkier man in front of me.
"Vic, you don't wanna do this." Jesse reasoned with a shaky voice, but it only caused a grin to makes its way onto my face. I was feeling a sense of power with this weapon clutched in my hand and I couldn't help the smile resting on my lips.
"There you go again with talking without permission. You know what? If I'm being honest, I'm tired of hearing your voice." I nonchalantly spoke as I squeezed the trigger in his direction.
Suddenly, a gun shot echoed around the room and the little bit of smoke that came out from the gun had started to clear up, revealing a shocked Jesse. He followed my line of vision and looked down to see the blood pour from his chest.
"No!" Kellin screamed in horror as he rushed forward and moved to catch Jesse before he tumbled forward and fell to the floor.
The first thing I noticed was the amount of blood; There was more blood in this one spot then their ever should have been. His shirt was soaked as the blood seaped through the fabric and began to flood the wooden floorboards surrounding him more quickly than I thought it would. I noticed how Jesse looked to Kellin in a pleading manner, almost begging for him to help as if Kellin could do something but he could do nothing even if he wanted to. He gasped and sputtered as he choked on his own vital fluid, desperately trying to get air to his lungs. Eventually his breathing attempts had stopped and his head dropped lifelessly to the ground.
"Jesse no, I'm.. I'm so sorry baby." Kellin sobbed as he held the ginger's head tenderly in his hands.
The numb feeling that had taken over me for the majority of the night had subsided and the shock began to set in. I slowly lowered my hand that held the gun and felt my blood run cold as I realized what I had just done. I didn't think I had it in me to kill another living animal, let alone person. It was almost as if I had blacked out and gave into the intense feelings that had been running through me and acted without thinking, only now realizing the extremity of my actions.
With tears still cascading down his flushed cheeks and sobs subsiding, Kellin turned his gaze to me and gave me the most hateful glare I could ever imagine. I had never seen him look at me in such a way and it cut me deeper than I could have ever imagined. His eyes once held such love and adortion but now it seemed like he wanted to do nothing but take this gun for himself and finish me off. I swear if looks could kill, I'd be done for.
"You-you fucking monster!" He shrieked as another sob escaped past his lips.
"Kells I-"
"Why?!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. Guilt encased me and my mind went into a panic. When I continued to stay silent, Kellin pressed on.
"Answer me!" He screamed as he stood himself up with clenched fists and gritted teeth.
I still couldn't come up with a reasonable answer that would even come close to justifying my actions. As I realized before, I wasn't thinking straight and all the emotions running through my thoughts hazy. I was left there opening and closing my mouth like a blow fish as I struggled to find my voice.
"Is it because you're insecure?" Kellin tauntingly asked as he wiped at his cheeks viciously. "Is it because he could satisfy me better then you ever could? Is that it Victor?"
And just like that my mind had switched from guilt to anger because there it was--the reminder of why I was here in the first place. It was as if someone had gone and flicked a switch in my brain that had me going from feeling immensely guilty and full of sorrow to a blinding rage. Without giving it much thought, I strolled forward and grabbed a handful of Kellin's black locks and slamming him up against the nearest wall, emitting a gasp of pain and shock from the smaller boy.
"Who gave you the right to scream at me like that, you little fucking slut." I seethed.
"Who gave you the right to barge into my fucking house at all huh?" Kellin challenged as he tried to free his hair from my grip. The struggle only caused me to yank his head back even more, causing him to yelp out in pain.
"I wouldn't have had to barge in if you were honest and told me the real reason as to why we broke up. You fucking lied to me, how long have you been fucking him behind my back huh?" I questioned angrily. By now my hand had made its way to his throat and my fingers wrapped around the pale flesh, constricting.
"Did you really think I wouldn't find out? Huh? Did you think you could hide this from me?" I questioned him even though we both know I wasn't serious about recieving an answer. I was simply starting to taunght him with my questions as I kept him air supply short with my fingers wrapped around his neck. Kellin clawed at at my hand desperately, leaving angry red lines and even breaking the skin, but I stayed put. The skin pinched around my fingers were turning a scarlet red as I blocked his airway.
"Whats wrong darling?" I sneered at the use of the pet name I used to call him, "Cat got your tongue?"
Kellin's face was turning a slight purple as he continued to choke for air, tears starting to fall from his eyes once more and I was growing tired of his crying. With a final squeeze, I released him and he dropped to the floor with a hand quick to clutch his chest as he gasped for air.
I took a few steps back and watched as he fought to control his breathing. When Kellin had seemingly composed himself enough, he picked himself up and staggered to the bathroom in hopes to get away. I could tell by the way he was walking that he was probably becoming dizzy and I couldn't help but forcefully smile even though he could no longer see him. I decided to follow him into the bathroom with a slight skip in my step because of his idiotic attempt to get away from me.
"Aw, Kells, where you goin'?!" I called out. "We we just about to have some more fun!"
He didn't even turn around at my words as he finally made his way to the bathroom. He was quick to try and slam the door behind him, but I was quicker. Before it could shut all the way, I placed my foot in between the door and frame, successfully blocking it from being closed. With little to no weight, I pushed the door open easily and Kellin was knocked to the ground again with a thud.
He slowly crawled back, whimpering as he looked up at me with wide eyes and tears streaking his cheeks. Obvious fear was written all over his face. I stared back at those sea green eyes that I had fallen so head over heals in love with over the past few years of my life; The ones I loved waking up to everyday and the ones that once looked at me the same way I looked at them. Another reality had set in for me at that point; I had never once made Kellin fear me.
I didn't know how I felt about this, but as I stared back into those eyes I was reminded of all the sweet times we've had. The sweet morning kisses and passionate, lustful ones. The drunken times and helping one another nurse the others hangovers no matter how mild or severe it was. Our first date and first celebrated anniversary, some of the milestones in our relationship. I was still so ridiculously in love with him and didn't want to hurt him at all. I was about to turn my back on him and leave when I remembered why I was here in the first place, and my mind began to go hazy with red again. No matter how in love with him I was, I needed to remind myself that he was over it all. I loved him more than he loved me, if he even loved me at all.
I walked over to where Kellin was laying and bent down to a crouch. He tried to scoot away from me but I wasn't having any of it. I grabbed his arm before he could get too far and pulled him close to me. He flinched as he made contact with my chest and made him sit in an upwards position. He wretched himself out of my arms and pressed himself against the wall, wrapping his own arms around himself and looking away from me. I sighed, picking myself up and turned to walk to the opposite wall of him. I faced him once more and placed my back against the wall, sliding down and bringing my knees up to my chest. I needed answers and I was damn well going to get them.
"What made you stop loving me?" I questioned after it was evident that Kellin wasn't going to speak first. "What did I do that was so horrible to make you want to cheat on me? Was I a terrible boyfriend? Did I make you feel bad about yourself? Did I not tell you I loved you enough? Did I overcook the pasta too much? What did I do to deserve this overjoying pleasure of being cheated on. Please enlighten me, Kellin, because I'd love to know."
I'm sure he wasn't expecting me to speak to him so civilly after everything that had just happened, so it was no surprise when Kellin looked back at me with shock filled eyes. He met my gaze for the hundredth time that night and stared off for a bit, as if he needed a moment to gather and compose his thoughts. I didn't mind it, I would wait forever if I had to just to figure out what I had done wrong to lose the most important person in my life to someone I felt didn't even deserve Kellin the way I did. After what seemed like forever he finally opened his mouth to speak.
"I'm not sure," He whispered uncertainly as he focused his gaze lower to end our eye contact, "I guess we just lost that spark we once had."
"Then why not tell me instead, Kells?" I demanded, "We could have worked something out. Was I not worthy of being graced with a chance to fix things? Did what we have mean absolutely nothing to you?"
"How could you say that? You meant everything to me, Victor." Kellin shot back with a look of hurt, as if I was the crazy one for accusing him of such a thing.
"Then why didn't you talk to me?! Why did you cheat?" I screamed, I could feel the tears begin to well up again, my heart felt as if it was going to burst out from my chest from anticipation and adrenaline.
"I don't know!" He screetched, "I honestly don't fucking know Vic. I-I didn't mean to hurt you, I was just feeling so alone with you being at the office a lot and I missed you and Jesse was there giving me comfort and I just, I don't know."
Tears were running down his cheeks and he began to sob but my mind had switched again and I became angry. I would not give into these tears.
"So let me get this straight," I slowly spoke as I stood up and paced the small room. "You cheated on me because I got more hours and wanted to make more money in order for us to live comfortably and get a house of our own. Need I remind you that it was you who told me to take up more hours so we could move in with each other."
Kellin didn't look up at me. All he did was continuously shake his head back and forth but I couldn't blame him for not having much to say anymore; It was apparent we both realize he is in the wrong in this situation and he couldn't even find any good reasons to defend what he did wrong. As much as I liked the satisfaction of finally feeling like I was right and he was wrong, the silence he was giving me was only fuel to the fire within my head. I didn't want the silent treatment. I picked up a fallen bottle of shampoo and chucked it at the mirror, making the noise echo louded in our little silence and I watched as it smash into a million tiny pieces.
"I loved you with every fucking fiber of my being!" I screamed, making him flinch. "I treated you like royalty and gave you everything you've ever asked for. I kissed your bitch of a mothers ass, and dealt with your dramatic friends. I put up with the verbal abuse that you would throw at me when you were upset and I dealt with your fucking temper tantrums and you mean to tell me you missed me because I worked alittle late?!"
Panic and fear were back in Kellin's eyes as he watched me and the scene unfolding before him, but he didn't dare move. His fear didn't faze me in the slightest like it should have. I knew I wasn't thinking straight, and he probably knew it too, but I didn't care. I growled and gripped a tighter hold on the gun and walked over to the distressed boy, pointing the gun right at his head. Kellin started to whimper and tried to back away but I took hold of his tussled hair and put the barrel of the gun under his chin, putting my finger on the trigger.
"N-no, Vic, p-please. I love you so much. You know I love you." He stammered as he looked up with wide pleading eyes. I pulled the gun back and smashed his face in with the butt of the gun.
"Shut your fucking mouth you filthy whore!" I spat as I watched the blood seep from his nose where I had hit him. He was in hysterics now as he was beginning to lose all hope and I just wanted him to quiet down so I could think but he just kept crying and struggling against my hold.
I wasn't thinking clearly when I put point the gun right in between his eyes and didn't have time to assess the situation before I flinched and pulled the trigger, firing a bullet straight into Kellin's head. Blood spattered everywhere as pieces of his brain were scattered across the bathroom walls and all over my face. He stopped his struggling and looked up at me with shock as he fell back against the wall, sliding down to the floor in an unmoving heap.
I stared at him in complete shock as I watched blood pour from his head and completely soak my shoes. A sob ripped through me as I dropped to my knees and dropped the gun next to me.
"No!" I yelled as I tried to stop the blood from pouring out. "K-Kellin, baby I'm s-so s-sorry, b-baby I."
I felt as though my throat was closing and I couldn't breathe. The oxygen wasn't getting to my head fast enough and the lightheaded feeling was starting to consume me. I could feel the blood pumping throughout my body quicker than normal and my own rage blinded vision was now filled with blurry tears. I just killed the love of my life and I felt my heart breaking all over again. The devastation I was feeling because of my actions were far worse then the pain I got from watching him cheat on me. I felt as thought my heart had been ripped from my chest, and now in place of it was a hollowed out hole. I turned away from Kellin's body and crawled over to the toilet and heaved up everything in my stomach.
When all the contents in my stomach had been emptied, I wiped at my mouth only to smear blood across my lips, making me gag. I looked over at Kellin's lifeless body as I grabbed at my hair and yanked. Reality, once again, had set in as I was trying to figure out what to do. Panic and fear had filled my head and I couldn't think straight, I couldn't call Mike and I couldn't call my parents. I had no one, absolutely no one; I was going to rot in jail for the rest of my life. Guilt, sorrow, pain, sadness, betrayal--all these emotions were crashing down on me like a tidal wave and I felt as though I was being suffocated by the thoughts in my head.
I grabbed hold of the gun once again, and slowly crawled over to Kellin's body. By now the floor had been completely soaked with blood, and the once white shit I was wearing had been tainted by red. I placed Kellin's head in my lap as I brushed his blood soaked hair from his face. His pale skin had paled a significant amount more, if that was even possible, and the blood illuminated that factor. His lifeless green eyes looked up at me, much like they had so many other times before, as I closed them and muttered the words "I'm sorry" over and over again, thinking that if I said it enough times it would be alright, but this was far from alright. This would never be alright and I could never live with myself knowing I had done this. I leaned down and kissed his soft yet cold lips, and put the gun to my temple.
"I loved you so much darling." I whispered, wanting my last words to be specifically for him. Not thinking twice about my actions, I pulled the trigger and saw nothing but black.
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Vic's p.o.v
My vision became blurred by the unshed tears and I couldn't really see anymore so I quickly pulled over to the side of the road and parked to ensure that I didn't crash. Although I doubt anyone would truly care if I died, they all lied to me, I doubt they even cared for me. Not to mention Kellin sure as hell wouldn't care since he's already found someone better. What did I have left? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
My chest felt as if it was caving in as sob after sob tumbled from my lips, wracking my entire body. I bowed my head and rested it on the steering wheel as I watched as my tears fall to my jeans and imprint dark circles among my thigh. I kept wiping at my nose with the back of my hand that was covered with my sweatshirt but it kept dripping. Fuck I hated crying, I hated kellin, I hated my friends, I hated my brother, I fucking hated myself. I just wanted these thoughts to stop.
The thought of suicide had never really crossed my mind until now. What did i really have to live for? I mean it would be so quick and easy, i had a gun in the glove compartment. What was stopping me? I quickly shook of the notion off for now and went back to my other thoughts. I felt as if i was just standing there, watching my entire world crash down around me and there was not a damn thing i could do in order to prevent it. I felt useless, i felt numb.
this update is way overdue, but i've had summer school so i apologize for the long waits. anyway enjoy this 9k+ update!
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Vic's P.O.V.
I groaned lowly in my throat as I started to turn myself over in my bed and crack my eyes open slowly. I'll never understand why I always wake myself up so early when I have more time to sleep because once I'm awake, its hard to fall back asleep.
Arching my back and letting out a quick yawn, I stretched slowly before falling back limb against the bed and looked around. I realized I was looking at the room in a different angel and was quick to recognize I was still laying in Kellin's bed. I don't even remember falling asleep last night, or even bringing the sheets above our naked bodies, but I suppose it was Kellin's doing to bring his blanket above us in the middle of the night.
Speaking of Kellin, I turned my head in time to see his sleeping form against his pillow. He was resting against it while laying on his stomach, his hair all over the place and the blanket just barely covering his shoulders. The blanket didn't reach his neck so I could still make out the now fading marks against his skin that I had left almost like my marking. I had completely forgot about everything we had talked about yesterday and everything we had done until I noticed those marks littering his neck. I remembered that although I left those on his skin, he doesn't understand the concept of what it means and is more than willing to have someone else make an intrusion on something thats mine. There's no way I'd let Gaskarth get his hands on this. Not that he belongs to me or anything, but I refuse to have him belong to Alex instead. I need to stop thinking about this for right now, it is way too early to be stressing about all it.
I didn't want to disturb Kellin from his slumber, so I maneuvered my way around him and got myself onto the other side of the bed and back onto the floor. I grabbed myself a pair of boxers before slipping them on and walking myself over to the bathroom. It probably would have been smarter to just slip my boxers on once I was finished with using the bathroom, but whatever.
Once I was finished and I washed my hands, I realized it would still be maybe an hour or two until we would need to wake up. Sighing at the thought of being alone for another two hours, I walked myself back over to the beds before glancing over at Kellin's sleeping form.
It seemed like his blanket had slipped a bit and fell farther down his body when I was making my way around him to get off his bed. Although it was accidental, I wasn't complaining considering now more of his body was exposed to me and I subconsciously started biting my lip at the sight, but I pushed all thoughts away as I walked my way towards him and pulled the blanket up so that it covered his shoulders completely and was brought up the underside of his chin.
I stared at his face for a few moments to simply study the little things I have yet to notice about him like the fact he has very faded freckles that barely cover his nose or the length of his eyelashes that lay comfortably against his cheeks. Truthfully, I believed he was completely breathtaking and he probably knows it too. This isn't something I should get involved with though and I need to continue to remind myself that. 'This' meaning stupid, sweet feelings, of course. There were barely any feelings right now and thats how I'm going to keep it. This is pathetic, I can actually feel myself growing softer.
As far as I was concerned, he wasn't even opened for the taking considering he had mentioned something about having a boyfriend outside of this place but I couldn't bring myself to believe that. It was obviously just an excuse he told me since he doesn't act like he is in a relationship with someone else when he is more than willing to take anyones attention in this place.
Before I can think anymore on this topic, I didn't even realize Kellin was starting to stir awake on the bed I was standing over. I looked down at him to observe him looking around in a bit of confusion and then a haste move to check my bed. Once he looked up to see me he looked almost relieved, and I didn't miss how his eyes wandered down to observe my mostly exposed body.
"Why did- why didn't you wake me up, how long have you been up?" He asked groggily before sitting himself up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he fought a yawn. I smiled at the sight considering he almost resembled an adorable baby kitten, but pushed the thoughts away quickly when I realized I should answer him.
"I woke up a couple minutes ago. I didn't wake you because I wanted you to get a couple more hours, its still early. Shouldn't even be up yet." I explained honestly before sitting myself down on my bed. I looked around a bit in search for the book I had been reading yesterday since I knew I'd be up for a little while longer so I wanted something to do.
"Oh." He mumbled before resting his hands against his blanket covered lap. Soon though, his pale features filled with a faint pink shade as he reached down on the floor to grab hold of his boxers and slip them on underneath the sheets. I chuckled at the sight, which only ended with him glaring in my direction, but I couldn't stop myself from thinking about how cute he looked when he would blush.
I laid myself back down on my bed, moving my position a bit until I was content and comfortable before turning my head to the side to be met with Kellin's eyes already staring at me.
"Problem?"
"Why aren't you coming back to lay down here?" He questioned. I was a bit taken back considering I came back to my bed simply because I thought he wouldn't want me back in bed with him, but I must have been mistaken. I assumed he only wanted to 'make up' over the fight we had and leave it at that. There shouldn't really be any strings attached with this strange relationship we have, but of course, nothing is bulletproof. I started to chuckle a bit, not completely sure why I was laughing, but I was.
"Attached already, huh princess?" I replied with a grin spreading across my face. I had kept my laughing to a minimum but I couldn't keep the laughter down any longer when his face grew redder than before.
"No, no- I was just-" He started but couldn't find the words to finish his explanation. I raised my eyebrows at him while continuing to grin knowingly at him which only made him groan in annoyance. "Alright, nevermind, whatever." He finished before pulling the sheets over him and turning himself around so that he was now facing the wall.
"Aw c'mon, don't be like that." I insisted before sitting myself up on the bed. He didn't reply to what I said, if anything, its like he was pretending he couldn't hear me at all. Alright, why the hell not.
"Alright, Kellin. It seems that your wonderful gift of persuasion has won me over." I mocked before lifting myself up from the bed and walking towards his. He still hadn't moved from his position of burying himself in his sheets with his body turned away from mine, so maybe I could catch him by surprise a bit. I smirked as I jumped onto his bed, landing direction ontop of his body.
"Ow, what the fuck?!" He questioned as he lifted himself up from the sheets to meet my eyes again. I knew he wasn't serious about being angry because I could see him fighting a smile, which only caused me to laugh at him and his reaction.
"Come on, that didn't hurt." I countered while I rested comfortably on top of him.
"Yeah thats because you're not the one being sat on. You weigh a ton, get the fuck off me." He shot back before pushing me away from his body and onto the bed beside him. I fell off him with a bounce, my body now lying beside him instead of on top but I still didn't feel like keeping my distance.
"That was mean." I pointed out before kneeing him in the side. He grabbed onto my knee before I could do it again and pushed it away from his body, turning himself around to face me. He lifted the blanket on the two of us and got more comfortable, me following suit, before he let out a sigh.
"It wasn't that mean, stop being overly sensitive."
"Oh, shut it princess. I am not overly sensitive."
"Could you stop calling me that? You'd think you would be use to calling me something else. Something like, oh I don't know, Kellin?" He voiced with sarcasm dripping from every word he spoke, although by the end of the sentence he was smiling slightly.
"Princess suits you better. Princesses are pretty, you're pretty. You're like a pretty little princess." Of course, I was simply trying to push his buttons and play around a bit with him because it was entertaining to watch him get worked up over something he believed in so strongly.
"Oh, how clever. You know, flowers are pretty too. You don't see yourself walking around calling me flower all day." He countered quietly as I noticed his eyelids becoming heavier once more. It looked like he was fighting sleep to try and stay awake right now.
"If you'd prefer flower, we could go with flowers. You'd probably be like, a daisy or something." I mumbled as I moved myself on his bed a bit, inching myself closer to him once I noticed his eyes had closed. The bed creaked slightly beneath us which caused him to open his eyelids once more, but he didn't move away from me like I thought he would.
"Daisies are gross. What are you trying to say, are you calling me gross?" I could practically feel his breath against me at this point and it was tempting to lean myself just a few more inches so I would be able to touch him, but I wouldn't do that just yet. For some strange reason I'd rather just take in each detail of his face while I'm as close as I am right now.
"They aren't gross, I think daisies are the prettiest. I always use to be around them. My mom used to have daisies around the house all the time." I admitted without realizing. The mention of my mother and simply my old home and family in general made me cringe slightly. I assumed that Kellin noticed the odd change of topic because his eyes opened slowly at the mention of my old life before this one. He was about to say something, I could tell, but I cut him short before he could.
"But back to the topic at hand, I think we should just be sticking with princess here because you'd make a great one. I mean, you have the legs to rock a dress so thats a plus, huh?" A few seconds after I had finished talking, the quiet atmosphere of the room soon filled with the laugh of the green-eyed boy laying in front of me. His lazy smile hadn't left his face even after he had finished laughing, and just then I voted his giggle to be one of my new favorite sounds.
"I really do hate you." He mumbled before he hid his uniquely colored eyes behind his eyelids once more and relaxed against his pillow.
"I'm calling your bluff, kid. I'd say you're a liar."
"I'd say you're wrong."
"Who are you trying to convince here? Because we both know you don't mean it." I replied cockily before letting my own eyelids start to shut.
"Oh I mean it." He mumbled.
"Right right." I replied, pausing for a few moments before lacing my voice with fake confusion. "Have you always been a compulsive liar?"
"Have you always been one for conversations when people want to sleep?" He questioned lazily and I could practically hear the drowsiness lacing his voice. I cracked my eyes open easily to see him curled up against the pillow, relaxed with his eyes shut while his shoulders rose and fell with his breathing. Maybe we should just cut this conversation off short, then.
"Wanna go back to sleep?" I questioned even though I already knew the answer. He barely nodded against his sheets, not even bothering to speak up his answer considering how sleepy he had become but I didn't blame him. I knew it was still really early before we had to wake up.
"You'll still be laying here when I wake up?" He asked, opening his eyes for a few seconds to look at me after he had asked.
"If you want." I answered after a few moments of silence had passed. Truthfully, I wasn't sure if I wanted to lay here with him in the same bed because I hadn't done something like that in awhile when it didn't have anything to do with sex. I would simply leave it to him on whether or not I should say here next to him, which by his next move, I assumed he wanted me to stay.
"I don't trust you." He said before closing the few inches I had left between us to wrap an arm around my waist and place his head in the crook of my neck. Instantly, my heart rate picked up and my body tensed at the sudden contact, but I found myself relaxing against him quickly and placing an arm cautiously around him much like he had done to me. He took a quick intake of breath before sighing contently against my skin, causing slight goosebumps to rise.
"I'll be here when you wake up." I assured before shutting my eyes and willing my body to get just a few more hours of sleep.
***
"But seriously, you'd think that they would do somthing about the food they have here. I feel like its always the same thing. Like, on Mondays they serve the same thing, on Tuesdays they serve the same thing, and when they don't have enough of what they need for a certain day they just serve what they do on Thursday or something." Kellin explained. It seemed like he had been ranting about this topic for awhile now, but of course, that could have just been the fact that time feels like it moves much slower when you're in a place like this.
"Why do you even pay so much attention to it?" I questioned, running my fingers along the sides of the book that I held in my hands infront of my crossed legs. I had orginially been reading from this book just before Kellin decided it would be a brilliant idea for us to simply talk. He got easily annoyed with the fact that anytime he would say something while I was reading I would reply with a quiet hum or not acknowledge him at all, so he instructed me to put the book away before he ripped it to shreds.
"How do you not? This is the food you're gonna be eating for awhile."
"This is the food I have been eating for awhile." I correct, emphizing my words a bit to prove my point. He furrowed his eyebrows a bit before deciding to speak up with a question.
"Which reminds me, you've never told me how long you've actually been in this place." He stated a matter of factly before patiently waiting for me to answer. He was right, I hadn't told him, but I didn't plan on it anytime soon. I haven't exactly been keeping up with the exact amount of days I have been in this place, but I was sure of how many years.
"Whose to say I have been here longer than you have?" I countered with a grin which only made him raise his eyebrows in disbelief, crossing his arms across his chest as he rested on his bed with his legs crossed underneath him and back against the wall, much like I was.
"You expect me to believe you got here the same day that I did?"
"How would you be able to know if I hadn't?" I challenged, which he happily accepted with many points to make.
"For starters, the guard dude who took me to this cell in the first place was the one to warn me about my cellmate and how I should try and stay on your good side if I know whats good for me. Secondly, the fact that everyone around here already knew to stay away from you and to not do anything stupid in your presance? Something that you were the one to warn me about, might I add. Or how about how you were the one to explain all the rules to me in our first greeting? Considering you knew so much about this place, I would say you've had enough experience." He said, finishing his rant with a bit of a nod while he leaned back against the wall and kept his arms crossed. If I was being honest, I hated when people talked to me the way that Kellin did because I hated being wrong when it came to arguments; Even when it came to small talk about any topic, I always wanted the last word and I always wanted to be right. But at this very moment, I couldn't help but smile, strangly enough.
"Well played." I complimented, which was completely unlike me. Before he could get the chance to reply, we heard the cell doors farthest away from us begin to open and the voices of other people. I had my attention turned towards the noise, but once I turned back to look at Kellin, I was met with him already staring at me.
"Shower time." I announced with a smile but that only caused him to groan in annoyance.
"Goddamn it." He mumbled to himself, deciding to stay in his position and not move, much like he does everytime we need to go to the showers. I'm use to this act by now, which is why I move to grab our needed shower supplies that we kept in the corner of the room with the rest of our belongings.
"You should probably get up." I stated which sounded more like an order rather than a request but thats because it was an order. He always waited until the last possible second to move from his spot and I had to get him to grow out of that habit. When he didn't make an effort to move, I rolled my eyes at him and threw the soap and shampoo that belonged to him at his face, which he skillfully dodged since he probably saw it coming.
"Why are you lazing around? This is annoying."
"You're annoying."
"Super mature, Kellin." I complimented sarcastically before walking towards my bed and dropping my belongings onto it so my hands would be free. With my hands now empty, I went ahead and pulled my shirt up and off from my body and threw it towards the corner of the room, not really caring about where it ended up because I would just need to change into a different one when I got back anyway. I noticed Kellin instantly turning his attention to my now half naked body, and I couldn't help but smirk at the fact that he didn't even care if he got caught staring.
"It's kinda rude to stare, don't you think?" I asked before sitting myself down on my bed once more to pull the shoes and socks off my feet. It would just be easier for when we got down to the showers and needed to undress; I would have only my bottoms to remove. I noticed Kellin didn't reply to what I said, he simply made a mocking face in my direction before rolling his eyes and turning his attention to the cell bars, probably waiting for the guard to come down which wouldn't be long until he did.
"You don't need to wait up because I'm not moving." Kellin stated once we both heard our cell finally creaking open.
"I'm not going anywhere near you if you don't shower, Kellin. That's gross."
"Well hey, if that's the way to keep you away from me you should have been telling me that the first day I got here." He said while finally lifting himself up to sit up on his bed with a cheeky grin.
"Truth be told, Kels, I don't think you'd want to keep away from someone as good looking as me."
"That cocky attitude is really annoying. You'd think I'd be use to it by now but the longer it goes on, the more annoying it gets." Kellin informed me before finally standing up on his already bare feet and walking towards the bars that have now been opened and out of our room. I followed him, of course, making sure to catch up to him before he could get too far because this conversation was far from over.
"You seem to be forgetting you aren't the only one sharing a room with an 'annoying cellmate'." I reminded him, placing air quotes around my words to emphasize my mocking of his words.
"I'm not nearly as annoying as you are." He countered, dropping his voice a bit so that I could still be able to hear him but the others around us couldn't. Although I completely disagreed with the points he was trying to prove, I decided to drop the topic and not answer, letting him have this small win. That was very unlike me considering I always need to get the last word in a conversation to feel satisfied, but I'll blame it on the fact that I was probably starting to get distracted once we reached the lockers just before the showers.
"I hate this part." Kellin mumbled beside me like he does every single time we have to do this. I roll my eyes at him like usual before pulling a locker open and looking back at him, noticing him doing the same thing.
"I know you do, Kellin, you informed me the last time. And the time before that. And the time before that one." I stated with slight annoyance. Honestly, to me it wasn't a big deal. But of course, I have been doing this for quite some time now and for the most part, I wasn't afraid to undress infront of anyone here. If anything, I was the intimidating one around here so no one dared to try anything on me. "Besides, this is probably one of my favorite parts of the day."
"Why's that?" Kellin questioned with furrowed eyebrows as he paused his undressing for a moment to look back at me. I had already placed all my clothes into the locker while I waited a few seconds for him to remove the last of his clothing.
"Well," I began, dropping my voice to a deeper tone than usual before removing a few inches between us, but not getting close enough to him that we would be touching. My now naked body almost completely pressed against him was enough to make him tense a bit from nerves and have his face flush at the sudden movement, something I smirked at before I continued speaking. "Seeing the most attractive guy in this place naked and wet isn't really something to complain about."
I always knew words like these said in the spur of the moment got him feeling uncomfortable or embarrassed, so it was no surprise to me when I noticed the slight blush that had started to flush his cheeks suddenly grow darker. My smirk grew larger at the sight of him, if it were even possible, and I didn't even bother to move from my position. I was only a few mere inches away from him and I noticed he hadn't moved either. What harm would it be to mess with him just a bit more?
"You know who I'm talking about right? Him, right over there." I said before nodding my head in the direction of a male walking past us with nothing on, simply a bar of soap gripped in his right hand as he walked his way towards the showers. I was lying of course, but the look on Kellin's face was priceless and completely worth the joke.
"You're a dick." He muttered before dropping the boxers he had been wearing off of his body and placing them into the locker, closing it forcefully and walking away from me. Of course I couldn't help how my eyes trailed down to his cute little ass while he walked away, but I started following him before he could get himself any angrier with thinking.
"Hey, you know I was just kidding right? I didn't even know that guy." I said truthfully once I finally caught up to him and gripped his upper arm. He shook my hold away him before grabbing the items I had been holding for him for the shower from my hands and heading towards the now fog filled room, me following suit.
"Still wasn't that funny."
"It was funny to see how quick you were to get angry, though. Let me just be the first to admit that." I stated before finding a shower head that was yet to be occupied and turning it on, Kellin doing the same with the one beside me. On the first day of showering, I remember how frightened Kellin was to even make it this far into the showering process considering how he didn't feel comfortable with this whole routine. It annoyed me, I'll admit it, but now I'm just glad he's becoming a bit more accustomed to it.
"Not funny on my par- Shit, that's cold!" I heard Kellin said beside me, squealing a bit at the sudden temperature that covered his body. He cowered away from the water while twisting the knob to switch to hot water only so he could get to a warmer water flow faster. I couldn't help but let a laugh slip at the sight of him once I noticed his dilemma, which only resulted in him glaring in my direction from where he stood.
"Stop laughing at me, you're such an asshole." He muttered lowly before finding his way back under the water and letting it wash his body comfortably. I had to refrain myself from letting my eyes wander, but I decided to enjoy the view once I finish my own showering considering I always finished first and I got to spend the last couple of minutes waiting for Kellin to finish up.
"You insult me as if you're surprised I'm not that nice of a person."
"No, I simply remind you of what the both of us already know." He stated with a wink before turning his attention back to himself. By this time I was already halfway done with my shower, and Kellin had practically just started. It was almost unreal to me how someone as attractive as him were even real. It was odd to me how attracted to Kellin I found myself to be considering I didn't expect half of what he had.
I've realize Kellin didn't appreciate being stared at by random men, but of course many people wouldn't be. He got more comfortable with showering when he knew he was facing away from most of the people in here and the only person who is going to look him up and down for awhile is me, not that it seemed to be a problem. I had already seen him completely naked anyway, and I enjoy the view whenever possible.
Looking him up and down, you can tell someone like him doesn't have a bad angle. Every curve of his body framed him perfectly and his skin looked soft as silk even from where I was standing. His currently wet hair framed his face well like it always did and rested just below his ears. The curve of his shoulders were strong, and his slightly visible collarbones looked delicious when drenched in water, just calling for me to sink my teeth into them along with his neck.
I hadn't realized I had been staring until I had noticed Kellin snapping his fingers only a few mere inches infront of my face, snapping me out of the daze I had been in while releasing my bottom lip from between my teeth. I didn't even realize I had been biting down on it that whole time.
"Deep in thought?" Kellin asked sarcastically while he rinsed some soap off from his shoulder. I watched intently, not bothering to hide the fact that I was admiring his body. Although, admiring sounds too loving. I was simply staring, enjoying the view of an attractive, naked, wet male exposed infront of my eyes.
"Yeah, about how I should be deep in some place else." I shot back smoothly, a sly grin beginning to form on my face. I noticed a scarlet blush find its way onto Kellin's cheeks, but his next reaction surprised me. He started to laugh slightly at what I said before turning his attention back to himself.
I would have dwelled more on why he laughed instead of responding with a cocky comeback like usual, but the both of us were interrupted by the sight of someone stepping towards the shower head on the opposite side of Kellin.
"Evening, ladies." I heard Alex say as he stepped towards the shower knob and lifted it up, causing water to fall onto his naked torso. He adjusted the water a bit before turning back to face Kellin and I both, the same stupid grin resting on his crater faced cheeks.
"Of all the available shower heads." I heard Kellin mutter before rolling his eyes and keeping his head lowered, slightly shielding himself from Alex being able to view him completely.
"Whats the matter, Alex? Running low on desperate boys to fuck so you came over here to jack off to the sight of one you thought you might of had a chance with?" I asked with fake concern. It didn't seem to phase him like I assumed it would, but Kellin did end up turning to me with furrowed eyebrows, probably confused as to what I was talking about but I don't need to explain myself to him. This talk was currently between me and Alex.
"Oh Victor, always expecting the worst of me." He replied before laughing forcefully at my statement, both of us well aware it wasn't suppose to be anywhere close to a joke.
"Well from all the time I've known you, the worst of you is all I've ever seen."
"Maybe you should look a little deeper, then." He answered, his voice becoming slightly lower as he spoke and his stare becoming harder on me, but I didn't bother to show any type of emotion that he was bothering me. "Or not. I've got Kellin instead, and he knows I mean no harm. He knows I'm not that bad of a guy." He finished before averting his gaze back to Kellin.
"Hey genius," Kellin started, speaking up for the first time since Alex has made his apperance. "I'm not sure if you noticed, or maybe have forgot what this place is, but we're in prison. To get here, you had to have done some kind of crime, some brutal stuff, which means you are defiantly considered a bad guy one way or another; Maybe you're even a terrible guy, who knows. Don't act so high and mighty when you're considered nothing but scum in this place. Now could you guys stop talking while we're all naked and finish up?" He practically ordered. It was meant to sound like a question, but it was apparent he was suddenly furious with the bickering and wanted it to seize to an end.
"Well, he did start it." Alex stated before rinsing the shampoo from his hair.
"Nice one, Gaskarth. If I didn't know any better, I'd assume you had just graduated from the third grade with comebacks like that." I stated with fake amusement lacing my voice, clapping sarcastically and slowly for a few seconds before dropping my hands back down to my sides, lifting one back up to quickly shut the running water from my shower head. "Besides, naked or not it doesn't matter. It isn't anything I haven't seen before."
"Yep, same here." Alex said while his eyes averted downwards to appreciate Kellin's completely exposed body. The action alone caused my blood to boil, and if what happened next didn't happen so quickly, I probably would have walked there and kicked him in his throat. But this, it was so much better.
As soon as the words left his mouth, I noticed how Kellin's hands balled up into fists and his jaw locked with anger, his eyebrows raised as if he couldn't believe what had just been said to him and how Alex's eyes were freely roaming his body. Kellin twisted himself around so I could only see his backside and slapped Alex so hard across the face that the sound of skin slapping against each other echoed throughout the entire room and caught the attention of a few close by eyes.
"Keep your comments to yourself and eyes off you fucking disgusting prick." He nearly shouted at Alex as he brought his balled up fists back to his sides, closing his shower and taking his belongings back in his hand. He was practically fuming while he walked off, and I couldn't help but notice the dark red hand print resting on Alex's cheek and the look of absolute horror that his features showed.
I had never actually seen Kellin that way before. Although it probably would have been normal to not like seeing a person fuming with anger and hurting others, I couldn't help but find myself getting oddly turned on by the sight of him. I found myself wanting to chase after Kellin and having my filthy way with him, but not before letting a laugh slip from my lips once I met Alex's eyes.
"Oh wow, you know what just happened right? Mexicano one, fagboy zero." I stated before grabbing onto my shampoo and soap and walking towards the lockers to retrieve my belongings. Once I reached there, I noticed all of Kellin's things were gone and he was probably already at the cell. Drying myself off quickly, I only bothered with pulling my boxers and pants back on and holding onto my shirt, trying out the idea that this might help in trying to persuade Kellin into doing what I want right now.
I found myself rushing towards my cell, excited to go confront him about what happened and also to try and attempt at getting into his pants. Of course, I was going to try regardless because of how attractive he is when he's all wet and soapy, but this only added to my desires.
I finally found myself standing infront of the barless room with a guard standing by it, probably waiting for me to return so he could shut them and I was right. Once I entered, the bars closed off the exit once more and we were back to living like animals in a cage once more.
Shaking the thought from my head quickly, I averted my eyes back to the wet haired boy currently pacing the floors with nothing but boxers on. It didn't even look like he had dried himself off, he simply threw them on without a care because he obviously had more on his mind.
"He is such a fucking douchebag." Kellin stated out loud while he continued to walk the floors back and forth, his hands occasionally finding themselves pulling at the roots of his hair.
"Kellin-"
"He is literally disgusting Vic and now I feel disgusting for having a pig like him looking at me like that." He spoke, attempting to keep his voice at an appropriate volume but I could tell he simply felt like shouting.
"Well, atleast he got what he deserved. Didn't know you had something like that in you." I complimented, trying to calm him down a bit and it seemed to work because he let out a breathy laugh but still seemed extremely worked up.
"Yeah, well, he deserved it."
"You're right, he did. Because I for one know I didn't appreciate him looking you up and down like that the way he was." I stated before walking towards him slowly and finally stopping once I made it so there was only a few inches infront of us.
"Oh yeah? And why's that?" He challenged before cocking his head to the side with fake amusement but a small smile resting on his lips. I couldn't help but let a grin creep its way onto my face as I pushed his shoulders slightly and caused him to rest against the wall, his once tense demeanor starting to fade.
"Cause I'm the only one allowed to look at you like that." I answered smoothly, although stating that sentence as if it were fact was a small risk. It wasn't fact; It was merely opinion and it was mostly what I wanted but I wasn't sure how he would react.
Deciding I didn't want to hear his response, I decided to do something I don't usually do unless we're in the middle of doing something sexual. I decided to close the space between us and press a hard kiss to his lips, one that caught him by surprise but he did gratefully respond after a few short seconds.
With his back pressed against the wall, and my hands now creeping down his body to grip his hips, he finally decided to lift his arms up to wrap around my neck as he pushed his lower body closer to mine. I didn't keep this up for long, though, because this position was too couple-like for my liking.
I pulled away from his kiss slowly, opening my closed eyes to take in the closeness of his face and the slightly swollen look of his lips. As I pulled away I noticed how he leaned closer, placing gentle kisses on my lips before I could pull away completely. For some reason, the action had unexpected butterflies fill my stomach and I couldn't help but enjoy the gentleness of his kisses, but I quickly pushed those thoughts and feelings to the back of my mind as I made my way towards his neck, realizing that maybe the kissing wasn't such a good idea.
As I started to kiss down his jawline and to the skin just below his ear, I noticed Kellin pull his arms back so that his hands were wrapped around my neck instead, his fingers finding there way into my brown locks and tugging at them every so often when I bite down in just the right places.
Once I finally reached the top of his collarbone, I began to graze my teeth along the skin and marking him once again; one of my more favorite things to do when it came to Kellin.
His skin soon became littered by my mouth and Kellin's panting had increased dramatically by the time I began to palm him through his boxers. He took in a sharp intake of breathe at the feel of my grip around him, the hands that rested in my hair now gripping harshly while his hips pushed forward in a desperate attempt to create more friction.
"V-Vic, please." He begged and the sweet sound of it got heat coursing through my body. But I couldn't give him what he wanted. Well, not yet atleast.
"Only if you answer a quick question for me." I bargained and he was quick to nod his head desperately like the cute little slut that he is. I removed my hand from his crotch momentarily to rest my elbows on the wall that were on either side of Kellin's face. The action caused a whine to slip from his lips of course, but I decided not to give in to his little protests before he answered me.
"Its just that, you seem to get so angry and disgusted when Alex looks at you the way he does but I couldn't help but notice I was looking at you almost the same way in that shower before he showed up. When you caught me, you seemed to have no problem with what I was doing, especially when I go ahead and do things like this. You practically let me do anything I want to you, no problem, but when Alex did what I did, he was a disgusting pig. Why is that?" I questioned. I didn't mean for it to come out in such a long ramble, but I couldn't help it. The look on his face told me he was thinking hard about his response as if he didn't even know the answer to it himself.
"Its- its different. You're different. I just can't explain it, but its different. I don't know." Kellin stated before I watched as a blush creep its way onto his once pale cheeks. Confusion suddenly filled me at the sight and I couldn't help myself in questioning him.
"Why are you blushing?"
"Blushing? What, I'm not." He argued with what sounded like forced laughter but you could tell as he spoke, the blush only got darker. I couldn't help but smile knowingly at the sight, a theory entering my mind as I leaned myself closer to him once again.
I pressed my lips against his neck and bit down on his pulse, a gasp elating from his lips as I did so, my tongue quick to soothe the new bite mark. With my tongue and teeth working wonders against his skin, I put his moans and pants to a stop as I kept my mouth leveled with his neck and spoke with my voice far deeper than before, ready to mess with him.
"Is the reason its different because you'd rather have me touch you this way? When you see me looking your beautiful body up and down, are you just mentally begging me to make you feel as good as possible with my hands roaming anywhere they please?" My questions were responded with a moan from Kellin and his hips thrusting forward slightly to rub into mine. Not allowing him to do so just yet, I grabbed onto his hips and pushed him into the wall and held him there.
"Its because you don't like Gaskarth, you like me." I said smiling once I lifted my head from the crook of his neck to look at the expression on his face. He was completely breathless, and his once lustfilled eyes now were replaced with shock and confusion.
"Okay, sure Vic, whatever is gonna get this to move along faster." He said but I couldn't help but notice how he refused to look me in the eyes as he spoke and impatiently tried pushing his hips closer to mine and away from the wall behind him.
I decided to drop the manner, knowing I was probably right but decided this wasn't exactly the best time to talk about things like that. Instead, I loosened the grip I had on his hips and hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxers instead and yanked them off his body. He sighed in relief that his erection was finally free from the constriction and stepped out of them.
I dropped to my knees fairly quickly once his naked body was finally exposed to me once more, except this time it would be different than any other time I had seen him like this. Today we would try things we hadn't tried before.
I took his already hard dick into my hand and gripped onto him, slowly stroking him as I watched his facial expression with amusement. His jaw had slacked as he kept his eyes locked with mine, gasping at the much needed contact before letting his heavy eyelids close over his vision for a few seconds.
"Faster, Vic. Fuck, go faster." Kellin pleaded as he noticed my slow pace around him wasn't changing. I couldn't help but smile innocently at him as I leaned forward to lick the tip teasingly, taking it into my mouth for a few seconds before removing my lips from around him completely.
"Oh, you're gonna have to do way better than that if you want your cock sucked, Kellin."
"You cannot just work me up the way you have only to leave me hanging like this. Now fucking touch me, blow me, do something to me now please and make it quick." He demanded and his requests went straight to my now growing dick. Ignoring my problem, I turned my attention back towards Kellin and leaned myself forward again to lick the underside of his shaft. I made my way back up to his slit before teasing it slightly and wrapping my lips around his tip once more.
After a few more moments of teasing, I finally decided enough was enough and finally started to take him into my mouth, pleased with the way his face showed he was obviously feeling pleasured and enjoying the sounds of the moans that filled the room.
"Oh fuck, Vic." He muttered as one of his hands gripped onto my hair and forced me to take him in deeper. I decided to let him have his fun and think he had the upper hand.
As I continued to suck him, I slowly ran my tongue along the prominent veins on the underside of his shaft. I could easily feel Kellin shudder and heard him release a throaty whine as he hit the back of my throat. I stayed put for about a minute, enjoying the noises of the squirming boy beneath me, and then pulled off, repeating this action a couple of more times.
When I came back up, I slipped his hard member out of my mouth and turned my attention back to his eyes, trying to play off one of the most innocent faces I could muster before I dipped my tongue into his slit and collected all of the precum that was now pooling there.
"Mm, you taste so sweet." I said before swallowing down what I had just collected and licking my lips, biting down into my bottom lip slightly, the eye contact yet to be broken. Kellin had let a moan slip before I stood up to kiss and kiss his lips. Before he could say anything, I grabbed onto his left hand and pulled him over to his bed, pressing onto his chest signaling for him to sit on it once we were beside it.
"Lay down." I ordered and he was quick to obey what I was telling him to do. He hasn't caught on to anything different yet, but I know that when I ask him to change his current position, he'll realize I want to try something different with him.
Once he was finally laying on his back and I had situated myself in between his opened legs, I leaned down closer to him and began peppering his neck with light kisses, trailing them down until I reached his right nipple and took it into my mouth.
With my mouth working around his nipple, I decided to take hold of his throbbing cock and pumped him slowly as I licked around the hardened bud to just intensify the feeling. It seemed to have worked considering how vocal Kellin was being tonight, but of course I wasn't complaining. If anything, that only fueled the burning fire inside of me even more.
I released his nipple after some time of working in it, and kissed a trail on his chest over to his left nipple to give it the exact same treatment, all the while still pumping his cock slowly in my hand. Moans slipped from his lips here and there, but his panting hasn't calm down and I didn't expect it to anytime soon. After a few seconds I decided to pull back, looking down and over the incredibly attractive, panting boy infront of me.
His jet black hair laid messily on the pillow beneath him, a few strands going in different directions than it should be in. His cheeks were noticeably flushed while his beautiful mix of blue-green eyes held desperation and lust. His mouth was ajar letting his moans roll freely off his kiss swollen lips, the sound only seizing to a stop when he tried keeping them down- horribly, might I add. His entire physique only made me want him more, so I leaned down and bit at the lobe of his ear.
"Turn over." I whispered, licking the shell of his ear, sitting up slightly so that he could.
Kellin looked confused, but obeyed my wishes and turned onto his stomach once I gave him an encouraging smile and quick nod recognizing his hesitation. When he was positioned on his stomach like I had asked, I sat on the back of his thighs, running my hands up and down his back and admiring the smooth, porcelain skin that I felt underneath my fingertips. Even from behind he was hot, but would be even hotter if I marked up his skin.
I growled lowly at the thought before leaning down, biting roughly into his shoulder to begin a mark. I sucked harshly at the skin while I ran my hands over his back and back down to grab hold of his hips. I release the now purplish skin from my mouth with one last nip before sitting up, pulling Kellins hips with me.
"Uh, Vic?" Kellin questioned once I finally had his hips up in the air. Much like I knew he would, he turned his head to look at me with that same confused look as before and he also looked somewhat worried although he had no reason to be.
"Quiet. Just trust me, princess." I assured soothingly before positioning his body in the exact way that I wanted.
Kellin just huffed at the nickname before dropped his head back down against the pillow, muttering angrily. I smirked while looking down at the new view that was presented to me. Kellin's well-defined ass was now up in the air, with his legs spread apart giving me access to everything, while he propped his head up onto his arms he arched his back and wiggled his hips, making his arse bounce. I slapped his ass hard earning me a surprised gasp and leaned over to speak directly into his ear, the little shit was trying to give me more of a show.
"Keep those hips up." I whispered as I kissed down his shoulders, licking a line down the curve of his back which Kellin responded to with a slight moan.
When I was leveled with his ass, I placed my hands on his cheeks and spread them, revealing the tight puckered skin. I ran my thumb in continuous circles over his entrance just to see his reaction and to my delight, he shivered and pushed back just to get alittle more. I dragged my thumb across the pinkish skin once more before flicking my tongue out and licking his inner rear.
"O-oh Vic." Kellin sighed softly, as I began to alternate my tongue in circles around his tight hole.
After hearing Kellin whimper in desperation I decided to have a little mercy and licked a fat stripe across his entrance. Kellin released a high pitched moan as I dipped my tongue in slowly, feeling the ring of muscles clench. His hips started to sink down so I pulled out completely and smacked his ass harshly.
"Do you not listen when I talk? What. Did. I. Fucking. Say?" I punctuated each word with a harsh slap to each cheek making Kellin groan.
"I-I'm s-sorry, Vic, it just-" He began but his sentence was cut short by a filthy moan that fell from his lips due to me licking at his hole. I pulled back to assess the reddening cheeks and smirked when I saw his hole clenching in anticipation.
"Then keep those hips up, princess." I ordered, spreading his cheeks once again before shoving my tongue in as far as it could possibly go.
I began properly eating him out, alternating between shoving my tongue in as far as it could possible enter to pulling it out and sucking the stretched out rim. I absolutely adored the succulent moans that were rolling off his lips; They simply fueled me more and got me even harder.
"V-vic, oh god, t-touch me." Kellin begged.
I smirked around my tongue and reached in between his legs to grab hold of his throbbing cock, pumping him in time with my tongue. I pushed in as far as I could go and wiggled my tongue, massaging his inner walls as best as I could before I felt him cum. Kellin moaned profanities over and over as he came, shuddering as I continued to wiggle my tongue deep inside him. When I knew he was truly spent, I pulled out and wiped my mouth a bit with the back of my hand.
I slowly turned the boy over and bent down to clean up the mess he had made on his stomach. As I slowly licked up his cum, I felt Kellin's shaky hand tangle in my hair and pull me up to his face, only to capture my lips in a sloppy kiss.
"Mm you taste so good princess, can you taste yourself on my tongue?" I asked before nudging my nose on his.
"Y-yes, I kinda actually like being able to taste myself on your lips." Kellin admitted with a shy smile before I saw his cheeks slightly burn up from his little confession, although it wasn't too noticeable considering his cheeks were already flushed from what we had just done.
"Hm, you filthy little boy." I murmured, leaning in to kiss him once more. Though it took me some time to realize it, I really couldn't get enough of those lips.
Without breaking the kiss, Kellin placed a hand against my chest before pushing on me slightly, flipping us over so that I was resting underneath him and his legs were on either side of my hips.
"Now its your turn." He mumbled with a slight hint of a smile against my lips. He began leaving a trail of wet kisses down my body and I simply laid back and relaxed, allowing him to do what he wanted because who was I to object to him?
