I've Been Saving Myself For You (Kellic)

Chapter 11

Since the moment I left Vic's house, I couldn't help but wonder, what the hell happened in there. His dad was so furious and angry, why though? Alright, I get that finding your son making out with his boyfriend on your couch after a long day in work probably isn't everyone's cup of tea, but did he have to yell at me? Like seriously? I hate when someone yells at me, I feel so small in contrast to them.

I had something different in my mind though, and that being the question, why did Vic look so sad and scared when his father caught us? Maybe he was just embarrassed or maybe his dad didn't know he was dating me. Wait...am I not good enough to date Vic?! Oh fuck, that has to be it, he wasn't embarrassed of getting caught, he was embarrassed of me. But what do I do? God damn it, I'm so bewildered.

Anyway, I shook the thoughts out of my head and went to bed. I'll figure out what to do later.

*****

The next morning I checked my phone just in case there would be text or missed call from Vic, but no such luck. I sighed and made my way downstairs. I saw my dad sitting on the couch, watching the news in TV.

"Hi dad." I greeted him in much sadder tone than I expected, walking into the kitchen to grab something for breakfast.

"Hey, is something wrong?" He asked. I poured milk into my cereals and made my way over to him.

"I don't know." I said as I sat on the couch next to him. "It's just that yesterday, me and Vic have been, uhm, kissing in their living room and then his dad came home and saw us and he was like mad and yelled at me to get out and Vic didn't even call or send me a message. I don't know what to think." I admitted.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe he'll text you eventually, just wait things out." He smiled and patted my back before he left for kitchen.

We then changed the topic and about an hour later, I went back to my room, checking my phone once again. No texts, no calls. I turned my phone off and listened to music. I decided that I could draw something so I went over to my bag and pulled out my pencil and notebook. I also spotted something else in that pocket, a piece of paper. I pulled it out as well and unfolded it. I'm such an idiot, how could I forget? It was the drawing for Vic. Okay, I'll give it to him when I see him. With that, I sat on a chair and began working on a new drawing.

That's what I did for the whole weekend; drawing and listening to music.

When monday morning arrived I was surprised to see Vic's car parked in front of our house. I smiled to myself. At least I knew that we were still okay. I said bye to my dad and rushed outside.

"Hi." I smiled sweetly at Vic, giving him a small peck on his cheek.

"Hey." He smiled back and started the engine.

"So, what happened after I left on Friday? I'm sorry if I caused any trouble." I said.

He cleared his throat. "It's fine, he just sent me to my room without saying anything else." He said.

"Oh, okay." I said awkwardly. "You haven't texted or called me the whole weekend so I was a bit worried." I mentioned, looking at the road in front of us.

"Uhm, yeah, sorry, I was busy."

The rest of the ride was filled with silence. I wanted to talk about something, but nothing seemed good enough to talk about at that moment so I just stayed quiet. Vic suddenly seemed so distant. Was he maybe angry at me?

When we made it to the school parking lot, we got out of the car, Vic said his 'see ya at lunch' and practically disappeared. I mentally shook my head at his behaviour and began walking to my first period.