Wake Up & See The Sky

When Vic woke up the next morning, sun streaming through the large bay window in his room, he knew that it was going to be a different day. He didn’t know what it would hold for him exactly, he just knew it would be different.
Sitting up slowly, he stretched his arms above his head and twisted, sighing when he felt his back relax with a loud pop. Dropping them back down on the comforter, he looked over to his clock, wondering how much time he had left. He got his answer though when Mike burst into his room, eyes wide and hair frizzy as he buttoned up his jeans.
“Bro! We need to go now!” And he left it as that before running back out again, cursing loudly as he tripped and fell. Vic jumped out of bed and ran towards his large closet, yanking the door open. While he didn’t exactly flaunt his wealth to the general public, they knew anyway, he definitely took advantage of it. He was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
He got dressed in record time and by the time he was slipping on his bag Mike was already flying out the door towards his car. He would’ve laughed but he was just as much of a hurry and he followed suit, climbing into his car. “Why didn’t you wake me up sooner?” Vic asked grumpily, pulling out of their driveway in one smooth motion.
“Sorry hermano, I forgot to reset my alarm last night.” Mike murmured softly as he ran a hand through his dark hair. He knew that he didn’t really have anything to be ashamed of, Vic should’ve been able to wake up on his own anyway, but he was still the younger of the two. Take away the obvious height difference and he wasn’t being a jerk, Vic could make you feel guilty about the simplest things.
Vic sighed but waved his hand dismissively. “Whatever. It’s no big deal now.” The rest of the ride to school was silent besides the soft music coming from the radio. By the time they had pulled into the lot, it was well into first period, and they didn’t feel the need to rush.
As they sauntered up to the school, Vic shoved his hands in his pockets and glanced over at his brother. “You can ask you know.” He said lightly, pulling one of the front doors open. When Mike raised an eyebrow at him he added, “About what’s been on my mind all night. You can ask.”
“Ah. No it’s okay; I’ll just wait until you want to tell me.” Mike said with a shrug. “Unless you want to tell me, then I’m all ears.” They made their way to their lockers, the hallways silent, as Vic frowned slightly.
“You know that thing that abuelita told us about when we were kids? That old legend?”
Mike’s brow furrowed in thought and he ran his tongue lightly over one of his fangs before speaking. “About the chupacabra?”
Vic glared and slapped Mike in the arm lightly. “No you idiot. The other one.” Then it was like the light bulb upstairs turned on and Mike snapped his fingers.
“Oh! You mean the one about the soul mates! You always used to say that you wanted to meet yours. You never wanted to be with anyone else.” Vic froze at that, his hands resting on the lock of his locker.
“Soul mates?”
Mike nodded, not noticing Vic’s obvious discomfort, and leaned against the locker next to Vic’s. “Yeah, you know, hat old legend that says that every dom and sub have that one person they are meant to be with. That they’re perfect for each other. It’s extremely rare though, and most doms and fertiles don’t usually try to find their soul mate. They usually just get with who they’re supposed to be with, or who they think they love. Personally? I think it’s a load of bull. Tony and Jaime aren’t soul mates, and they’ve been together since freshman year! Why do you ask?”
Now Vic, despite being the jerk he was the general public, would usually never lie to his brother. Unfortunately, this was going to be one of those very few times where Vic was going to have to come up with something clever. Fast.
“Does this have something to do with that Kellin kid?” Damn. Too late.
“Kellin?” Vic asked innocently as he finally opened up his locker. He felt his heart jump and speed up as the name escaped his lips and an overwhelming feeling of content washed over him, masking the pain ever so slightly. “Who’s that?”
“You know exactly who I’m talking about Vic. I asked around after you left yesterday. Bostwick’s kid. His name’s Kellin. But he goes by his middle name, Kellin Quinn. And You didn’t start acting weird until you saw him at lunch.”
Vic inwardly cursed his brother for being so insightful, but he kept up the cluelessness as he grabbed his things and shut his locker, looking up at the younger Fuentes. “I still don’t know what you’re insinuating.”
“I’m not ‘insinuating’ anything. You’re the one who brought up the damn soul mate thing. Why did you want to know that anyway huh? Think you found you ‘perfect match’ or some other bullshit?” Mike demanded, crossing his arms tightly over his chest.
Vic glared and pointed a finger at Mike’s chest. “What I want to know is my business Mike. It would be best if you finally started to realize that. If I want to keep this to myself then I will damnit.” He didn’t wait for a response before turned on his heel and stalked off, cursing under his breath in Spanish. He didn’t know why Mike had wanted to be so nosy, but he guessed that he should have really expected it. He didn’t necessarily talk about mates, well ever really, and then he suddenly brought up the old story that their grandma used to tell them as kids about soul mates.
It really was a ridiculous notion though, that someone could possibly love someone that much. It just didn’t seem possible. But as the bell rang and kids started to fill the halls and he felt that familiar tug when his eyes landed on a small figure moving away from him, he wondered just how much he really didn’t understand about all of this.
He spent the rest of his day not necessarily hiding, but staying out of the spotlight as much as he could. He still gave people glares in the hallways, and he still walked the halls as if he owned the place, which he kind of did, but he didn’t do much more than that. Lunch was the same as always as Tony and Jaime flirted and fed each other, and Mike was being his usual dickish self to anybody and everybody. But the only difference was the fact that Kellin was once again sitting at the same table as yesterday glancing at him. Except this time he was with another fertile named Matty.
By the time the day was over he just wanted to get home and go lock himself either in his room or his dad’s study. He even stalled slightly by taking his time walking through the halls and standing at his locker longer than necessary. Unfortunately it seemed that fate was not on his side because as soon as he pushed open the last door to freedom, he saw the one person he was trying to avoid all day. Kellin.
“What are you still doing here?” He asked, trying to keep his tone flat and uninterested. “You’re in my way.” Usually a remark like that wouldn’t faze him because he said things like this all the time, but when he saw the hurt look in the younger boy’s eyes he couldn’t help but feel regret.
“I-I’m sorry. I just…” Kellin trailed off biting his lip and Vic had to hold a gasp in. His voice was absolutely beautiful and there was no doubt in his mind. Beautiful was such an odd word to describe the way someone sounds, but that was exactly what Kellin sounded like. And now that Vic was getting a closer look at him, he couldn’t help but admire just how…delicate he looked. The first time Vic saw him he saw a boy with an odd haircut and eyes too big for his face. Now he saw a pale face framed by inky black hair, his face was all pink lips and wide eyes and a button nose that made him look like an innocent child in the best way.
He didn’t know why he was feeling this way; he had never noticed any of these things before. Maybe it was because of his conversation with Mike that morning, maybe he was just feeling confused. Yeah, that must have been it. Snapping out of his thoughts he narrowed his eyes at the boy. “You just what?”
Kellin shook his head. “It’s nothing. I’ll go now.” He bent down to pick up his bag and Vic’s eyes followed the motion seeing his shirt ride up. There was immediate rage filling his entire being as he saw the dark purple and blue bruises littering his skin, and with one quick look he noticed that there were a few more peeking out from underneath his collar and a couple on his wrists that he hadn’t noticed before.
“What the hell are those?” He asked suddenly, walking forward. Kellin snapped up and he immediately looked to where Vic’s eyes were trained. He gasped and yanked down his shirt, already sputtering out nonsense excuses, but Vic was having none of it. Stepping forward even father he grabbed his wrists and pinned Kellin against the side of the building.
“Who hit you?” Vic growled, leaning in closer to Kellin from where he had him against the wall. His grip on Kellin’s wrists tightened ever so slightly, but it loosened it again when he saw the teen wince. “Who hit you?” He asked again, the anger clear in his voice.
“Why do you care?” Kellin shot back, lifting his chin ever so slightly as a show of defiance. Vic gave a nearly inaudible growl before he let go of him, taking a step back. He watched as Kellin pulled down his shirt even farther, hiding the large, ugly bruises from the dom’s view. Crossing his arms Vic scowled when Kellin starting to shift between both of his feet nervously. It was strange for him to see a fertile this nervous, especially when it was because of a dom. But then again Kellin did a lot of things that most fertiles didn’t do.
“That’s beside the point. Someone hurt you, and that can be punishable by death. So, I’ll ask again, who did it?” When he received no response he sighed heavily, faking exasperation. “Well, if you won’t tell me then I guess I’ll just have to follow you home and find out myself.” He honestly had no idea where that came from because he knew that was probably something he really didn’t want to do, or at least he was pretty sure he didn’t.
Kellin gasped his eyes going wide as he stared at Vic. “You can’t! You can’t think that just following me home will get you what you want!” He protested, throwing his hands up indignantly. When Vic could only smirk he scowled right back at him. “You’re a terrible person. Why won’t you just drop this?” He yelled, pointing a finger at Vic. “You don’t talk to me all day, you don’t even notice I exist, and now you’re going to follow me home? Uh, no.”
Vic was silent for a moment, honestly stumped on why he had done all of that. He thought he had had a legitimate reason when the words had suddenly started to spill from his mouth, but now when he actually thought about it, he couldn’t think of anything. Finally, deciding to be truthful, he said, “I didn’t like seeing you hurt. For whatever reason, I was…angry. Furious. I guess you could say I was being overprotective, but I have no idea why I want to protect some kid I’ve only just met.”
There was a moment of silence before Kellin spoke again, his voice soft. “While I am extremely confused right now, not to mention irritated, I appreciate what you just said, I really do. But you’ll be better off just ignoring me just like I was trying to do. I can’t tell you, nor do I want to. So please, just let me go.” It was silent for a moment and Vic just stared at him, his face emotionless but his deep brown eyes swimming with an emotion neither of them could place.
When Kellin received no response he sighed softly, picking his bag off the ground and pushing past Vic as gently as he could. But he barely went two steps before he was yanked back. He whirled around just in time to have his chest hit Vic’s. “I’m afraid I don’t think I should do that.”