We Stitch These Wounds
Chapter 3 - The Angel is an Asshole
"Kells, it has to be in here! I couldn't find it anywhere and this is the only other place it could be!" It was almost 8 and I had been looking for my bag all morning. Kellin just stood and watched as I flung old unused crap out of the closet, digging way deeper than my bag would ever be. So obviously by the time I got to the bottom of all the junk, my bag was nowhere in sight. I flopped onto my bed and looked up at Kellin for some insightful advice.
"Scar, relax, okay? You'll find it, you probably left it in school that's all, we'll go straight to the lost and found, someone probably handed it in." He pulled me up by my hand and smiled at me reassuringly. One thing that made all the bad things in my life bearable, was definitely having a best friend like Kellin. He is so relaxed and calm all the time, I don't think I had ever seen him lose his cool with anyone, I think if the world was ending, he would be sitting in the middle of all the panic, smoking, telling us that there is nothing we can do about it now, might aswell just relax. He was kind of attractive too I guess, a little on the small side though being only 5ft9 - maybe 10 at a push.
We got outside my house and I had completely forgotten about the obscene eye sore on the hood of my car. I sighed and walked over to the drivers side and got in while Kellin just stood and stared at the car from my door step. He then doubled over laughing like I'd never seen him laugh before, his face changing from pale to pink and from pink to red. Watching him laugh so hard over the state of my truck eventually had me seeing the funny side and laughing too.
"If you're a psycho then I'm glad your my best friend, now off to find your bag and irritate some twats for 7 hours." He laughed as he jumped into the car grabbed my face and planted a kiss on my cheek as I started the car.
As we pulled into my parking spot, I turned the engine off but didn't get out of the car. On the way to school it had suddenly occurred to me that news of my incident would have reached everybody. Everybody would be talking about it. Everybody would be staring. Everybody would be judging me. I didn't want to face up to it. Like he read my mind, Kellin reached over and squeezed my hand, "It's going to be fine Scar, I promise." He took his hand away and got out of the car, walked round and opened my door. I looked at him and he grinned, "Besides, everyone knows its the quiet ones you have to be careful around." I smiled and he winked at me as I got out of the car.
We started walking towards the lost and found, when I saw him. Standing by the gate, smoking, with what looked like my bag at his feet was the boy in black. Only now my bag looked different. As I got closer I could see the words 'freak', 'psycho' and 'faggot' written repeatedly on the once white strap. What was he doing with it? He saw me coming and a smile played across his lips. "Hey stalker," he said as I got closer. I couldn't believe him. Here he was standing with my vandalised bag and he's trying to have a joke with me.
"Why have you got my bag?" I got straight to the point, I was in no mood for messing around today, but it looked like he had no intention of being serious as he took another drag on the cigarette.
"I had a feeling someone would be looking for their bag when I found it so I decided to wait for the owner to come and collect it," he picked up the strap and was smirking at me. Wow, yesterday I thought he was cute now all I could think was that he was a cocky asshole, I snatched my bag and turned to walk away. "You know you should say thank you when someone does something nice for you princess, doesn't look like many people here do nice things for you." I turned to glare at him as he smiled his annoying perfect smile at me baring all his teeth.
"Thank you." I snarled at him through gritted teeth. He took a drag on his cigarette then threw it to the ground and grinded it into ash, looked back up at me and grinned, he could tell he was getting to me, "Your welcome." He chuckled as Kellin grabbed hold of me and dragged me away before I lost it. As Kellin pulled me away I looked over my shoulder back at the boy in black, watching me as he lit up another cigarette and chuckled to himself. Hating him was going to be hard when the boy acted like an asshole, with a face like an angel.
"Scar, relax, okay? You'll find it, you probably left it in school that's all, we'll go straight to the lost and found, someone probably handed it in." He pulled me up by my hand and smiled at me reassuringly. One thing that made all the bad things in my life bearable, was definitely having a best friend like Kellin. He is so relaxed and calm all the time, I don't think I had ever seen him lose his cool with anyone, I think if the world was ending, he would be sitting in the middle of all the panic, smoking, telling us that there is nothing we can do about it now, might aswell just relax. He was kind of attractive too I guess, a little on the small side though being only 5ft9 - maybe 10 at a push.
We got outside my house and I had completely forgotten about the obscene eye sore on the hood of my car. I sighed and walked over to the drivers side and got in while Kellin just stood and stared at the car from my door step. He then doubled over laughing like I'd never seen him laugh before, his face changing from pale to pink and from pink to red. Watching him laugh so hard over the state of my truck eventually had me seeing the funny side and laughing too.
"If you're a psycho then I'm glad your my best friend, now off to find your bag and irritate some twats for 7 hours." He laughed as he jumped into the car grabbed my face and planted a kiss on my cheek as I started the car.
As we pulled into my parking spot, I turned the engine off but didn't get out of the car. On the way to school it had suddenly occurred to me that news of my incident would have reached everybody. Everybody would be talking about it. Everybody would be staring. Everybody would be judging me. I didn't want to face up to it. Like he read my mind, Kellin reached over and squeezed my hand, "It's going to be fine Scar, I promise." He took his hand away and got out of the car, walked round and opened my door. I looked at him and he grinned, "Besides, everyone knows its the quiet ones you have to be careful around." I smiled and he winked at me as I got out of the car.
We started walking towards the lost and found, when I saw him. Standing by the gate, smoking, with what looked like my bag at his feet was the boy in black. Only now my bag looked different. As I got closer I could see the words 'freak', 'psycho' and 'faggot' written repeatedly on the once white strap. What was he doing with it? He saw me coming and a smile played across his lips. "Hey stalker," he said as I got closer. I couldn't believe him. Here he was standing with my vandalised bag and he's trying to have a joke with me.
"Why have you got my bag?" I got straight to the point, I was in no mood for messing around today, but it looked like he had no intention of being serious as he took another drag on the cigarette.
"I had a feeling someone would be looking for their bag when I found it so I decided to wait for the owner to come and collect it," he picked up the strap and was smirking at me. Wow, yesterday I thought he was cute now all I could think was that he was a cocky asshole, I snatched my bag and turned to walk away. "You know you should say thank you when someone does something nice for you princess, doesn't look like many people here do nice things for you." I turned to glare at him as he smiled his annoying perfect smile at me baring all his teeth.
"Thank you." I snarled at him through gritted teeth. He took a drag on his cigarette then threw it to the ground and grinded it into ash, looked back up at me and grinned, he could tell he was getting to me, "Your welcome." He chuckled as Kellin grabbed hold of me and dragged me away before I lost it. As Kellin pulled me away I looked over my shoulder back at the boy in black, watching me as he lit up another cigarette and chuckled to himself. Hating him was going to be hard when the boy acted like an asshole, with a face like an angel.
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11/29/15