Savior

Chapter 3

"Kellin, I see your situation. I understand that Vic wants to help you, and I can see that you have some sort of promise. I will allow you to enroll, but you have to take a few tests first," Mr. Fuentes stated.

"What kinds of tests?" I asked hurriedly. He wrinkled his brow, but continued.

"Just standard college entry tests. You'll have to take a few examination tests, seeing as you didn't graduate high school, but that should be no problem." Vic pats my back, shooting me a warm smile as his father finishes explaining the enrollment procedure.

"Um, okay. Thank you for helping me out, Mr. Fuentes. I honestly don't know where I would be without you and your son," I admit shyly, looking down at my lap.

"It's no problem, Kellin. Just do us both proud," Mr. Fuentes says loudly. I smile, and my hand starts doing that annoying tapping thing, but I ignore it even through Vic's curious stare is burning a hole in the side of my face.

"I'm sure he will, Pop. Now, I think we should get going. I'll talk to you later about test scheduling and stuff like that," Vic chimes, standing and going to shake his father's hand.

"Good meeting you, Kellin."

"Nice to meet you, too."

—

The car ride to Vic's house was really silent, and he seemed to be thinking the whole way there, so I didn't want to interrupt him. I really hate silence, though, so I attempted to turn on the radio, though that proved impossible as I stared at the incredibly high-tech dashboard.

Vic doesn't even notice.

We pull into his driveway, him putting the car in park and ripping the keys out of the ignition before I even unbuckle my seatbelt. He's already unlocked the door by the time I step out of his car.

"Vic, is something wrong?" I ask quietly when I enter the house, seeing him standing at the kitchen sink with a glass of water in his hand.

"I think we should talk about some things," He spoke flatly.

"Like what?" I inquired, walking over to one of the barstools and sitting down on the edge.

"The kiss, if it was even that. It's stupid, but I can't stop thinking about it. It's probably weird that this guy just took you into his house and now he's talking about his obsessive thoughts about a kiss the two of you shared, but it's true. I mean, you know I'm gay, which explains why I can't stop thinking about it, but what about you? Did you enjoy it? Or am I just being stupid and overanalyzing the entire situation. It was just a kiss," He rambles, and I can't help but laugh a little bit.

"Yeah, I didn't think really anything of it. I mean, I've had my fair share of relationships with guys, but that doesn't mean I kissed you intentionally. I don't even really see it as a kiss, anyway. It was just a little accidental brush of the lips. Why are you reading into this so much?" I ponder, wondering why he actually cares so much about that tiny little incident that I almost forgot about.

"I don't know, I just kind of find you attractive, and it's really weird for me because I barely even know you. It's like I'm attracted to a complete stranger. I don't have a crush on you or anything, just simple attraction that I should probably learn to get over," He mutters, looking at the ground the whole time. Holy shit, he is the most honest person I know.

"Well- I – uh, I don't know. I mean, yeah, you're attractive too, but- God, what am I saying?" I ask myself, shaking my head and cringing at how painfully weird I am.  My hand starts to shake a little, and I figuratively shoot myself.

"Why do you do that?"

"I don't know," I say quickly. He gives me an odd look, but doesn't say anything more.

"Okay," he said slowly.

"So, do you want to get something to eat?" I ask, trying to make some sort of conversation.

"Yeah, I can just make something here," Vic says, going to the fridge to pick out a few ingredients.

"I'm going to shower," I tell him, going up the stairs and into the bathroom.

After my shower, we ate an early dinner and talked about random things.

—

2 weeks later.

Vic is a great person, let me just say that. He has done nothing but nice things for me, and it brings a lot of joy to me.

"Are you turned on?" I ask, seeing a bulge in his pants.

"That's not fair! You can't just prance around the house in nothing but your underwear and expect me to not get a little excited." Vic shouts.

"Okay, so which one of us is the teenager who is stereotyped as chronically horny?" I ask sarcastically.

"You are so getting it," Vic tells me, running forward. I try to run away from him, but before I even make it out of the living room, he has me tackled on the floor, a grin plastered on his face as he leans close to my face and burps.

"I hate you so fucking much," I yell, trying not to inhale so I don't get any of his gross germs in my mouth.

"You do not," he laughs, pinning my wrists down and leaning into my neck, connecting his skin with the skin between my neck and shoulder and blowing hard, making a farting noise.

"Oh my god," I say between laughs, trying desperately to catch my breath.

His touches become less playful, and soon things become a little heated.

Vic kisses the area he was blowing on, trailing open mouthed kisses up the side of my neck and to my mouth. His lips connect with mine, and my mind becomes completely clouded, focusing all of my being on the kiss.

Vic's mouth opens slightly, his tongue rubbing along my lip, and alarms immediately going off in my mind. He needs to stop.

I push Vic's shoulders, trying to get him to get off of me, which he does.

"Oh, uh, sorry I didn't-" He mutters as soon as he pulls away.

"It's okay, just, um, I don't know." I get up and run to my room, closing the door and crawling into bed.

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This is boring and short bye.

Love you

Until tomorrow