Kiss, but don't tell.

Chapter 12.

Authors note; Sorry if I'm not updating too much. I just haven't been getting a lot of feedback, which makes me not want to keep going. But, I figured I might as well. 

Mitchell's POV:

I sat in my room, at my desk. I had my laptop flipped open and I was leaning on my elbow, with my chin in my hand. I could only imagine the fun that Spencer would be having without me. Today was the day that Wiz Khalifa was in town, performing. During my fallout with my best friend, he'd given my ticket away to someone else.

I was fuming, but being upset about it wasn't going to get my ticket back.

I sat on Facebook, yawning at my boredom. I felt as if all my friends had something to do, except for me. An IM box popped up at the bottom right hand corner of my screen.

Christian Nova: I think I screwed shit up with Baby, lol.

Mitchell Sterling: Lol why?

Christian Nova: Idk, she isn't talking to me. Well she hasn't replied to me.

Mitchell Sterling: I dunno what to tell you, man.

Christian Nova: Can you talk to her for me

Mitchell Sterling: Fuck no?

Christian Nova: Why not? You've known her longest

Mitchell Sterling: Which is why I wont

Christian Nova: Whhhhhyyyyyy

Mitchell Sterling: Because

Christian Nova: Do you like her?

Mitchell Sterling: No lol

Christian Nova: Then I dont understand why you wont help a nigga out. You know I always got your back.

Mitchell Sterling: No you dont lol Im just not gonna be apart of it.

Christian Nova: Pleaseeee

Mitchell Sterling: No

Christian Nova: Please just go talk to her tonight for me. Spencers at that concert, so he wont even know your there.

Mitchell Sterling: .....

Christian Nova: please ill keep bugging the fuck out of you until you do

Mitchell Sterling: God damnit.

I clicked off of Facebook before he could even reply. Maybe I could stop by...definitely not for him though. I got out of the computer chair, grabbing a gray and purple jacket off of my bed. I pulled it on and made my way downstairs.

Before my hand could grab the doorknob, I was bombarded by my mother.

"Where are you going?" She asked, looking up from the couch, where she sat and swished a glass of wine.

"Spencers." I opened the door.

She sat up. "But Spencer is at that concert tonight. Am I wrong?"

"I mean Christian's."

"I just recently talked to his mom, Mitchell. Don't lie to me."

I sighed. "Okay, I have...a date."

"With whom?"

"Baby."

"Oh good lord." She sighed, putting her hand in her face. "Don't screw things up even furthur with Spencer. His family is who watches our dog when we go on vacation." She turned back to the TV.