Rubber Band Boy

Chapter 2
That morning Kellin had spent extra time on his makeup, he was going to approach the kid he’d been semi stalking for a couple of weeks and he wanted to look picture perfect, The makeup was now smudged. This day was not going well, no not at all. He’d fallen down the stairs this morning, and he’d forgotten his breath mints at home, so his breath smelled of vomit. This was not how he’d been imagining today, he thought he’d float in the school doors and waltz right up to the boy and talk to them. This plan had been scrapped, of course the second he’d seen the kid. His throat had closed up, his brain erased his script and his palms started to sweat. Instead of talking to him he’d sat across the class from him and watched him the whole homeroom. The boy’s (whose name he’d learned) eyes flitted back and forth as he shook his leg. He was the only boy Kellin had ever seen who’d crossed his legs with no shame on his face. Kellin had followed him out of the classroom and to his next class, his heart slamming against his thin bony ribs the whole time. The bell rang before Kellin got to his next class so he’d decided to hang out in the bathroom until his next class, He was tired anyways. The lockers around him twisted and shook as he walked down the halls. That was the downside to starvation, but Kellin liked to twist it into a good thing, a super power that he got for not going over his calorie limits and purging after every bit of food he shoved past his teeth. He hated food, he hated it so much he was sure he’d never eat willingly, his stomach was pink and clean and he hated loved it. Pink was pure, clean was good he assured himself as he pulled his knees up on the toilet so he wouldn’t be found if someone came in. He sat there for what felt like hours (but Kellin knew it was probably only ten minutes) counting the tiles on the floor and reading the somewhat distasteful graffiti carved into the bumpy gray plastic of the stall walls surrounding his frail form. Then he heard a the door of the bathroom being shoved open and then slammed behind the person entering. His senses all focused on the footsteps he could hear as the figure stumbled toward the far corner of the bathroom. He heard the person fit the floor with a loud thump as they threw themselves up against the wall. He heard them sniffle and whisper to themselves. He stood up on the toilet and peeked over the edge of the rigid pavement colored walls of the stall. The boy was there, crying and his face was red and blotchy. Kellin knew he had to help. He got down of the dirty toilet slowly and quietly put his sneakered feet on the ground. He paused for a moment before opening the rigid stall door and approached the crying boy. The boy looked up at Kellin with large fearful eyes. He looked terrified. Kellin sat down right next to the boy silently. The boys hazel eyes searched Kellins face with fear. Kellin turned his head towards the boy, he said in his smallest, quietest, softest voice he could manage “My name’s Kellin, is there anything I can do to help you?” He smiled a small smile and hoped the boy understands that he won’t purposely hurt him. The boy says quietly, so quiet that Kellin has to strain to hear it “My name’s Victor” Kellin smiles and whispers back “Nice to meet you Vic.”

Notes

Sorry it's a short chapter but I hope that you guys find it good.