counting the stars and scars

~chapter 1~

I walk into the medium sized high school, calmly looking around for anyone like me. By that, I mean dressed in black with piercings and hair in their face. I feel slightly more confident when I spot a few, hanging out away from the mob of people hugging and talking. I feel a little overwhelmed by the crowd, mostly because I don't want this school to be like the last four. I had absorbed insults and beatings pretty much daily in those schools, for a reason I have yet to discover. A teacher starts walking over to me, discreetly taking my appearance in as she walks. I wonder what she thinks of me. On my head sits a gray beanie, complimenting my straight brown hair. I am wearing a black muscle shirt, black skinny jeans, and black Vans. I have a lip ring and a nose ring, along with about ten bracelets on my left arm, so she probably thinks I will be either one of the quiet kids, or one of the troublemakers.
"Hello there. Are you new here?" She asks me in a very-much-so overly cheery voice. Her name tag reads Ms. Swanson, and she looks about in her late thirties or early forties. I'm guessing she is either divorced or has yet to marry.
"Um, yes I am. I'm a senior." I say, just loud enough so she can hear me.
"Oh, good. I'll have someone be your tour guide for this week." She says, smiling and looking around the room for an eligible guide. Oh just perfect. "Hey Kellin, could you come over here please?" She says picking out a lonely looking guy in the corner with ear buds in. He saunters over to us, hands in his pockets, looking down at the ground. I look him over as he walks. He's wearing a black beanie that is the exact same color as his chin-length black hair. He has a black tank top on under a red and black flannel, black skinny jeans, and gray Toms. When he looks up, I can see he has a lip ring too. Wow. Thank you Ms. Swanson.
"Yeah?" He says, looking up at her and me with beautiful big blue eyes. Holy crap, he's beautiful.
"Kellin, do you mind showing..." She stops as she realizes she doesn't know my name.
"Vic. My real name's Victor, but everyone calls me Vic." I quietly state, feeling a little self-conscious. Being around guys that I'm attracted to always makes me really nervous.
"Alright, Kellin, can you show Vic around the school please? He's a senior, so just show him where his locker is and the classes and stuff. Here's a pass so you two can just tour the school and be excused from class." She says, handing Kellin a bright orange piece of laminated paper.
"Ok." He says, still not looking at me. I wonder if he's bi.
Suddenly the bell rings, and everyone in the hall shuffles off to the first class of the year, sighing and talking. Kellin and I just stand there awkwardly until the halls are completely empty.
"So, want to go find your locker?" He says, looking shyly at me. I can't help but notice we're about the same height, and I find it cute.
"Uh, sure, yeah." I reply, feeling my cheeks go hot. We start walking down the long hallway, our shoes making a squeaking sound against the wooden floor. He takes my schedule out of my hand, looking it over and memorizing which locker I have. I hope he doesn't steal my stuff.
"Don't worry, dude. I won't steal your stuff. I have stuff of my own." He hands it back to me, and I wonder if he can read minds.
"I wasn't thinking that." I lie.
"Oh, yes you were. Don't worry though. I'm sure you'd rather have your stuff with someone like me rather than one of the other kids." He smirks and looks at me sideways, and I reply with a lame "Yeah."
We arrive at my locker, which I open after a few tries. I can immediately tell this school has been around for a long time, just by the lockers and the paint and the flooring. I put my guitar into the person-sized locker, shutting it tight and making sure it can't open without the combo. Kellin mutters something about how he has guitar class too. We walk around some more and after about twenty minutes, I have the school layout pretty much memorized. He tells me we have most of our classes together besides math and Spanish, which I don't have to take due to my heritage. I tell him I am fluent in Spanish, and if he has problems to talk to me. He says something close to a "Will do," and I stop talking after that. His whole not-talking thing makes me feel stupid.
*Kellin's POV*
Vic and I head to our first period class, English. I talk as little as possible because I don't want him thinking I'm a total loser. It's stupid to start liking a guy I just met like half an hour ago, but he's really cute. Our hands keep brushing, and his is so soft and warm. I haven't had a boyfriend since freshman year, and I miss that intimacy.
We arrive at Mr. Hawkings' room, and I open the door for him. I do not want to go into class at all today, let alone late with another guy, but I don't want to give Vic the wrong impression of me. Besides, this year is crucial to my graduation.
Mr. Hawkings is just talking about the school rules, all of which everyone knows, except maybe Vic. I sit right next to him in the back, as far away from everyone else as possible. I don't want to deal with the idiots right now. I haven't had a friend in so long, and maybe, just maybe...
"Kellin, did you say something?" Mr. Hawkings asks, everyone turning to look at me. That bastard knows what attention does to me, and I try to keep cool. "No, I didn't." I'm starting to panic.
"Kellin, I could have sworn you said something about dealing with idiots?" He says, his evil face turning up into a questioning grin.
I am really starting to panic now. I can't breathe let alone talk.
"I didn't hear him say anything. If you think otherwise, that's fine, but he says he didn't so why cause unneeded drama and push it?" Vic's beautiful, amazing, handsome voice calls out to my right. All I can think of right now is how grateful I am to him right now. Mr. Hawkings just glares at Vic for several seconds, and then continues his speech.
"Are you ok, Kellin?" Vic whispers to me, concern written in his voice and on his face. It feels really good to have someone actually care.
"I am now. Thank you." I whisper back, my heart rate returning to normal and my head clearing. Vic is truly a life saver.
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I lost all the parts and the story I wrote so since I restarted the phone that story and a couple more I haven't started on got deleted so this is basically kinda the same setting