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Kellin Quinn

Loud, popular and falling in love, his music is there for him. He has many friends but none he would ever turn to.

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a character in “I kiss the scars on your skin.”, as played by TheyWontReleaseUs

Description

Hi, I'm Kellin, and I'm 18. Never had a struggle making friends or hooking up with any one I wanted. I have secrets though; I'm Bi, and well maybe gay, I just don't know anymore, everything's so confusing.
I'm in love with skinny jeans, and although I'm pretty short, I'm not the shortest. My dark black hair flops over my eyes most the time, people say I need to cut it, but what do they know? I love to wear beanies, or hats, and well just clothes that most normal people won't wear.
What can I say? I'm popular, so I have a sense of humour and I'm not afraid of taking risks. My crowd isn't that close to me, but without them I'd be lonely. And although I listen to controversial music people tend not to mind, I guess it is just purely because of my popularity.
I'm usually the wildest in the crowd, so most people look towards me, which means if I do something wrong.. well everyone knows.
Also it has another problem, girls love me, and well i know I can fool around with them whenever I want, I just haven't been able to hold a relationship, and I've had a couple with some guys, but they are secret and people can't know. Not being straight is a huge issue in my group.

So begins...

Kellin Quinn's Story

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The morning, like always was dull but it didn't stop me as I strolled into the jungle of concrete. Students hurried everywhere, keeping themselves busy, and suitcases, briefcases and other luggage carriers had been strewn onto the lawn. Ahh, first day in. There was nothing quite like it.
Older people, who must have been here last year were already sat out on the outside decks drinking and laughing with friends. Whilst us new comers thought to find out our dorm placement and to make friends. Well not that it took a lot for me to make friends.
I saw people hurtle down the corridors, and I saw a kid with a sweeping fringe, his head bobbing up and down as he walked, he was turning every which way as if he was hoping he'd find the place he was meant to be, but in a sea full of muscle like this it was impossible. He knocked a student and the taller guy turned around shouted at him... I was so confused, but i guess first day stresses cause people to snap for no reason at all. I averted my eyes and continues on walking with the crush of traffic. Nice jean though, Kid. I think, looking down at the sweet little guy. He wore some rocking black skinnies, much like mine, just his had a chain coming from the front left pocket to side left belt loop. And I had to admit it, I was jealous of them. I must admit he looked like a pretty cool kid.

The mass moved on wards and, although fighting for breath, I got myself into a larger room, where a young woman greeted with with a beaming smile, and my god she was hot.
"Hello, what's you're name?" She smiled down.
"Kellin Quinn, and you want to give me yours?" I asked. I guess that was a benefit of being so popular, your confidence was high, and well I wasn't afraid to look like an idiot. Her red lipped smile thinned, she flicked through a screen and wrote onto a piece of paper. 'Kellin Quinn: West wing, 3rd floor, Room 78. And no, I don't go for 18 year olds." Ha, smart one she was, making a bit of a joke I thanked her and walked out of the room, trying to work out which way I needed to go. Unlike most people I kept my luggage with me, and slowly pondered my placement as I walked aimlessly around the college.

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I managed to make my way to the dorm ahead of the mass slaughter of people i could hear moving noisily, but slowly, forward towards me. Since I had placed my key in my skinny jeans pocket, I quickly fished them out of their tight prison and unlocked my door. Swinging it opened I paced in, dropping my bags immediately on the floor, and looking around the room. There were two standard single beds, a maple chest of drawers next to each bed, which I found were completely empty unsurprisingly. A small t.v. was lifted on to some shelves on the wall our beds faced. I'm pretty glad for that, seems like I didn't bring my PlayStation for nothing.
I pushed my bags under the bed I just claimed: Closest to the door, makes it easier when I get drunk... which is pretty often. And knocked the door shut with a satisfying click. Oh, so it instantly locks? That's pretty helpful. I noted and perched myself on my bed, kicking off my shoes. There wasn't any classes for the next two days to give us time to settle in, and I just wanted to relax, find out who I was staying with. Not that it mattered, since I was always out with people.
Time flicked by pretty slowly, and by now I could hear the crush of people migrating hesitantly past the door. The stomps were so loud it felt as though the ground shook, and the walls felt as though they were about to cave in. Doors opened ad were slammed shut, the crush seemed to lighten slightly as bewildered people found their rooms.
I raised my head expectantly, watching the door with a great intensity, and fixated on the door handle. Noting happened. I sighed and got out my phone, that was being spammed by texts. Mainly from people at different colleges, but one was a little weird. My latest ex, Sophie, just started telling me she never needed me and was glad to be single? That she liked someone else Well that's good, I mean I have fucked someone else since so big deal. I just couldn't really work out why she was telling me that, we hadn't spoken in 2 or 3 weeks. Ah well, just as i threw my phone down the door opened and in strode a tall, lanky boy strode in. Already tattooed up, with an English, but drunken English accent.
"Hi, I'm Ollie." He screwed his face up. "Confused right, yeah I'm English, but northern all the way. Hence my accent." He spoke in his gruff voice then turned to unload his stuff on his bed. "So tell me about yourself?"
Instantly I felt at home, he's the kind of dude I'd hang with by far.

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Oliver and I converse as we walk casually through the empty hallways. He cool, calm demeanor, if not a little shut off, is warm and inviting. Every so often he withdraws himself from the conversation, leaving me either filling the silence or walking contently along side him. But I can't help but wonder whether he used to be an outsider before he got into the right group, I mean he seems genuine, but part of him seems slightly broken. Then again I was always good at reading into things people tried to hide inside.
The lights above shone brighter and I snapped back out of my worrying thoughts as I saw the corridor open into the vast room, filled with rows and rows of four seating tables. A small stainless steel canteen lay hidden behind a few doors, I guess there was some reason to this, but i wasn't too sure of it exactly.
"Oi, Kell'n you gonna get some grub?" Oli pushed, and we turned on our heels a sharp right, before delving into the hot and humid canteen. We each took a plate, placing them on sticky brown trays and moving steadily through the line. A dinner lady noticed us and ladled a large scoop of what I hoped to be chili. We had been assigned food cards, so the meals were scanned onto the system, (Oli's tray sporting a rather stodgy looking pizza and a cake with a side of cream.) and moved idly through the mainly empty room.
The boy I noticed earlier, with skinny jeans I'd die for and long brown hair sat on a table off the the middle left with another boy I was not familiar with. Then again I wasn't familiar with anyone yet... but I would make that change soon enough. He was actually a good looking guy, though he looked even more shy and frail than Oli, and behind the mask Oli wore I could see a fair amount of cracks. I wish I understood their struggle.
His hair trailed over his face, shakily, his lips trembling slightly as he tucked away into his undefinable meal. He really was cute, and I was sure he wouldn't struggle fitting in...
"'Ey, stop watching that guy, it's wiggin' me out!" Oli blurts, sucking me back into the reality, which hurtles around me fast. I couldn't even explain to myself, let alone Oliver, why I was watching him. He was interesting. That was it.
"Sorry, I was spaced out." I murmured, stuffing myself into a seat opposite the one he's already plonked himself in.
"I noticed, you okay?"
"Yeah, just a little heated." I went dug into my food just as he took out his phone and typed angrily onto it, before throwing it on the table with a bang, making me jump.
"Fuckin' bitch!" I raised my eye brows questioningly. "That was Katelyn. She left me, because she got drunk last night and fucked James, says he's so much better. Ah well, he'll get crap when he gets onto drugs too."
"Drugs?"
"Ugh... I said too much, didn't I...."

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Oli's knife scratched over his dirtied empty plate, I shot my eyes over to his (which were a goo 4 inches higher than my own) with a quick warning. We both shuddered as the fowl screech moved through us, shaking us too the bone. I spooned in the last few salty and watery mouthfuls of my meal, which even to school standards was below par, and longed for a drink. Oli sat still in front of me, looking down at his cake longingly, but for some reason wouldn't touch it. The only part of him that moved was his leg that jumped constantly under the table. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. It just didn't stop. Which made me slightly curious, I don't know why but he fascinated me a little, what with his tattoo's and his demeanor, plus the things he does: he drinks; and smokes; even gets high... so a slightly cooler me, but he struggles with people. He puts on a good poker face, but even though he's a typical popular kid he hardly gets a girl. Apparently because of his band? Bullshit.
"Shit, Shoulda brought a spoon." He murmured, chuckling slightly, and he lifted his thin body off the seat, although it seemed it took a lot of his strength. He walked, shoulders bunched, back to the canteen.
I was happy sat in the silence, my mind began to trail off again, sometimes it went to my ex... not that it worried me, we were in the past, and I never did like her much anyway. Then it clouded, rolling... no crashing onto the thoughts of the last party I was at. Where that beautiful brunette stood, with full red lips, and a full bottle of vodka. Yeah the vodka was always going to be the more enticing thing. I drank the whole bottle, even though my head was already slightly swimming from the alcohol i'd already consumed... and that's all I remember. I was told I ended up sleeping with that girl.. and 3 others. Do I regret that? No, not really. But I regretted the drinking.. Jesus the next morning I thought I had been shot or something.
"Hey, Kid, what ya lookin' at?" He asked, looking concerned.
"Uh.. nothing, just thinking." God, Kellin, you keep losing your cool!
"'Cause you keep staring at that kid."
"The cute one?" Silence fell..... "Uh, I mean the one with dark skin? Dark hair? That one? I don't know why I said cute.."
"Yeah, sure, well he looks kind of upset, like he thinks you 'ate 'him or something. You should like apologise, dude."

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"What's up with that guy?" Oli asked, talking about the guy I had stared at. Shaking my head in confusion I turned to take another look. He sat there withered and shaking, hiding away, as if thinking of us as prey. Geez, what's going on here, everyone seems to have cracks. I couldn't see him well anymore, but every time i shifted my eyes in his direction,his stared back - wide and terrified. "Mate, you should go talk to him." Oli nudged, and for some reason I felt a black hole of nerves sucking me in. I mean I had never felt nervous talking to someone before. This can't be different to any other person. Right?
Gingerly, I fumbled with the table edge as I got towards my feet, drawing in deep breaths with every action. I wanted to flee, to just send Oli to apologise. That boy's dark eyes were intimidating me, making me sick to my very core. Taking tentative steps, with him by my side to reassure me, I wondered over. Trying my best not to lose my cool. I had a goddamn reputation to keep, and first day here I've turned into a stumbling, stuttering mess. Wow really doing well here, Kellin. Fucking failure! I was beating myself up, which I don't normally do other small things. But is my reputation small? Why am I breaking over him?
"Uhh, high?" I choke out after arriving. The two guys, one tall, pale skinned, greeny-brown eyes and thin red lips, standing at a standard height... so taller than me. The other guy, however, was the one messing me my head. He was my height, or there abouts, long sweeping brown hair pulled over his face in a make shift fringe. His complexion darker, Hispanic maybe. With big woeful brown eyes and plump light pink lips diluted with a muddy brown. He was actually gorgeous.
"Hey, do you have a problem with him or something!" The taller one boomed, standing up. So, that guy was the defensive protector out the two. Good to know, I guess.
"Urh. A problem? No not at all." I stuttered... again. Blushing vividly red too. is that really what it looked like?
"Well you've been oggling at him for the whole time. It's not very nice."
"Sorry I was in a world of my own, what first day and all." Everyone stared... nothing was said after.
"I think what Kellin meant to say was: He's had a long day and he's just been zoning out. Sorry if any of his behaviour offended you. Please know it was not directed at you." He prodded me in the side with his elbow, nodding forward.
"Urh yeah. And kid, you have amazing skinny jeans!"

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It was hard to fight for control over my mind as the boys came over to talk. Panic stricken, and utterly afraid of what was about to happen, I tried to prepare myself for a beating but something glued me to the spot. His eyes. The boy who kept looking at me, now he was up close he no longer looked so threatening, but I remembered that I had to be on alert still. He opened his mouth somewhat tentatively and the words that follow only secure his worry more. For whatever reason, unknown to me, he was worried, and I took it as a hopefully good sign - even if it meant I was left in confusion, I much preferred to be hopeful and trust this guy was actually nice, than believe him to be some kind of bully. My lower lip was caught between my teeth as I studied him further, now he was easier to see. Dark hair, kind, hazel eyes with a soft smile to match and porcelain, light skin. He was also quite a bit shorter than his friend. To most people they would probably look at him and instantly forget everything about him once they turned away, but as I allowed my eyes to run over his clothes I knew he wasn't like every other guy from his tight skinny jeans that gripped his legs. Once again I granted that spark of hope to flicker up in my body, warming me, as I nurtured the thought that maybe he wasn't such a bad person.
The talking was somewhat murmured comments in my head although I heard everything that was said and, as the shorter boy complemented me on my dress sense, a small, sincere smile fleeted across my lips before worry quickly snatched it away.
"Thanks, yours are pretty awesome too," a shaky, breathy laugh rose from my throat, tumbling out over my tongue and through my lips, hanging in the air. Wow, Vic, you find out that he might actually be a nice dude, and you have to go and do something stupid, this is why you always get picked on, you idiot! I was so annoyed at myself, and internally I was smacking my head and begging to take it back and start the conversation all over again, I didn't want to male a fool out of myself on the first day! Embarrassment spread through my body like wildfire and before I was even able to see if he had so much as opened his mouth to reply, I had torn my gaze from his round eyes and straight back to Alex, who was slowly easing back down into his seat, feeling it safe to do so.

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The boys both stared at us, their faces soft but concerned. Fuck sake Kellin, keep it cool. "So, I'm thinking this weekend, once we've all gotten used to each other to host a party," I made up on the spot, but then again, it didn't sound like a bad idea. "So, I'd really like it for you guys to come, get to meet loads of new people and stuff." But as I said this I saw the tanned guy's face drop. I said something wrong. What? What the fuck could I have said... he'd didn't like me. No, the one person I'm losing my cool over can't stand me.
Everyone continued to talk, except me. I pulled my phone out from my pocket and began to text. I didn't want to look uncomfortable. 'Hey, babe, you got anything planned this weekend?' Within a matter of seconds I got a reply: 'Nope, none, miss you though. Why?' I explained the party and she agreed to come, along with her cheer leading group. Good, alcohol and hot girls should sort my issues out.

"Oi, Kellin, who you texting?" Oli shouted. Pushing me over slightly.
"No one really, just some girl!" I shout back, laughing and kidding. "Oh yeah I'm Kellin by the way." I held my hand out to each of them, giving them high fives and a quick 'bro' hug as they introduced themselves. Alex first, the quiet kid's protective friend. He seemed genuine enough and pretty happy in my company.
Next was the cute guy... Vic his name turned out to be. As I pulled himself close to me I began to lose my cool again. My head turning into some fangirling mess about a boy I don't even know. My stomach slipped, and I wanted to never let go, i could feel him shaking and closing off. Oh he isn't too comfortable around people. I work out and release him from my hold. Staring down at Victor's face I see him bite him lip again, his eyes dropping from mine to the table. And only then did I truly look over him. I didn't even notice to then he had a thin silver nose ring. It suited him.
The conversation moved back to Oli a lot more, though I could almost feel Vic's eyes flicking back over my face a lot as he remained silent. My phone was going off in my hand, so I excused myself, saying goodbye, and walked out the room to take the call. It wasn't fun, but if I get the chance to wind up my ex (who just called me) I'm taking it. I mean she tried to ruin me... I lost people over her, now she'll learn.

A few moment later, the high pitched girl voice wailed through my phone, stabbing at my ear. I hung up, giving me some time to restore normal hearing, when Oli walked out looking happy. "Can we go back to our room, I wanna rest." he mumbled and we strode away. Though it didn't stop me from looking back to Vic

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I could have sworn that boy had come over with one thought in mind: to hurt me. But as the time went one that one thought seemed to have been something completely different. Maybe he didn't want to hurt me, maybe he just wanted to speak to me. No, Vic, who are you kidding; no one ever wants to talk to you, it's a wonder Alex has been so nice to you so far so don't go kidding yourself. But even as I was trying to tell myself that it was all just a web of lies my mind has made up to tease me, a part of me couldn't help but flicker with hope and feel that maybe, just maybe, he might actually have cared about me. After all, there was nothing but kindness in his eyes. Kindness and... worry? what could he have been worrying or even thinking about besides 'Ew, why am I even speaking to this guy?!' but the smile that played on his lips said that wouldn't have been his thoughts.
The taller guy, who turned out to be called Oliver and was a very nice guy, said his goodbyes and excused Kellin (the smaller boy who had freaked me out by staring at me before) even though he had already left the room. Kellin, that's actually a pretty cool name. In all honestly, Kellin himself was pretty awesome and definitely someone I would like to start talking to if it wasn't for my damned social awkwardness!
"Vic, I told you he wouldn't hate you," an 'I told you so' smile lingered on Alex's lips, and I wasn't sure whether my desire to smile with relief about how he was right, or wipe that look off his face was stronger. He hadn't done anything wrong, but man I felt stupid for making such a scene out of something so basic; he must think I am a complete idiot now!
"Thanks, should we head back up now?" I ask, swallowing quickly as though it will boost my confidence "How come you were so calm with me back then when I was freaking out?"
We rose to our feet, and there was a muffled silence between the two of us as we made our way out of the room. Oh god, what have I done? "Can I be honest with you? I... err... I suffer from high anxiety and panic attacks, so I kind of knew that sometimes you just need someone to reassure you" his sentence might as well have been a single word with the speed he spoke at when he finally broke the silence.
"Oh, I am so sorry you have that..." my voice breaking and trailing off as I fought for something more adequate to say "Thank you for helping me though, it means a lot," For some reason my thoughts keep trailing back to Kellin, but I suppose that is just me trying to get over the shock that he actually invited us over to a party instead of putting me into a hospital bed. Maybe he wasn't such a bad guy after all.