High School Drama

Part 1/?

A/N Okay. So this is not very good. It's long and rambly but I'm bored so here you go...

Kirstie POV

"Aww, babe?" I looked into his chocolate eyes and saw tears building up. "What's wrong?" I couldn't think of a reason for this sudden emotion. He had curled himself into a tight ball in the corner of the sofa. He lowered his eyes to watch the library floor. "Mitch, baby, talk to me."

We had been going out for a few months now and slowly Mitch has seemed to get more and more distant. He doesn't open up to me anymore. Our paramore concert date was one of the best days of my life and were both so happy then. Now I'm luckly if I can have half an hour alone with him.

I sat next to him on the sofa as the bell rang. People flooded out, bags on shoulder, carrying books and papers for the last class of the day. "I missed you at lunch, it's not the same," I stroked his arm, trying to get a reply. Me, Scott and few other friends ate our lunch in the hall like most of the kids did. I found Mitch sitting alone in the library again hugging his knees into his chest. Everyone around him was too interested in the books they were reading or the papers they were rushing.

"I'm sorry but I have to go to class. Wait for me at the gates and we'll walk back to my place," I was already late for my Spanish class but the teacher loved me so I shouldn't get into too much trouble. He gave me a weak smile and wiped his face with his black sweater.

When I got to the gates outside the school I saw him standing hugging a folder. I waved over to him and he smiled. As I approached him I saw Scott leaning against the stone wall. Scott pulled me into a hug and returned to his position. "Mitch told me you two are going to your place. I can over too?" I nodded and we started to cross the road. MItch had spoken to him. He hadn't even said a 'hello' to me all day. Mitch's eyes were still a little puffy but there were no more tears. "What's that?" I asked pointing to his folder. He shrugged and continued walking.

We got to the front of my house and I checked to see if my parents were home. Luckily they weren't which meant we had the place to ourselves. I loved my parents but they were a bit nosy sometimes. I don't blame them; my life is full of drama. Scott walked into my kitchen and got three cans of Dr Pepper. My 'boyfriend' and I were sat on the floor of my living room, emptying our bags. I had three worksheets, one essay, and a ton of revision to do but I wasn't even going to think about doing any of it before I knew what was wrong with Mitch.

We decided to have a sleepover like the old days. Being fifteen, you would think that we wouldn't get so excited but we were. Mitch and Scott were buying some supplies at the shop at the bottom of my road.

I was preparing my room, throwing blankets and pillows all over the floor. We used to all sleep on the floor, legs and arms everywhere. But since me and Mitch were together now I guess we should be sleeping in the same bed. Then Scott would have to sleep all alone. I threw the last pillows on the floor and drank the last of my Dr Pepper, everything was so stressful.

My parents were home now but they promised to stay out of the way. This is why I loved them, they didn't mind that I gave them no warning that my boyfriend and best friend were staying over for the night. I heard the door open and laughter of which I haven't heard for a while. "Kirst, they didn't have any drinks we like so we got something new!" Scott shouted from the bottom of the stairs. They ran up to my room and emptied the plastic bags.

"What the hell is this?" I held up the strange bottle. I checked the back and made it out to be some sort of alcohol but it was hard to tell because it was all in Russian. "It was the only one we could afford," Scott replied and laughed at my confused expression. Mitch giggled under his breath as I took his designer boots off.

We watched Mean Girls and drunk too much of whatever Scott bought. Laughing uncontrollably, we started playing truth or dare. There was nothing that I couldn't share with these two so the game was actually quite easy. Except the dares. They made me prank call my old crush from middle school, chug a cup of the unknown alcohol, and kiss Scott's feet. The other two were enjoying the game and I was enjoying giving out their dares. Scott had to drink toilet water, spike all of his hair up, and play the whole game with top off. I could be very imaginative when it came to making my friends do stupid things. Scott and I decided to go a softer on Mitch. He was feeling better but we knew he was still quite emotional. Mitch had to talk in his deepest voice, be tickled for 30 seconds, and eat three olives.

Scott POV

I was so glad to hear Mitch laugh again. We walked through Kirstie's door and I shouted up to her. Mitch started to walk up the stairs slowly. I poked him on his thigh and he started to run and giggle upstairs.

I couldn't help but laugh at Kirstie's face when she tried to read the bottle me and Mitch bought. I had no idea what alcohol it was but it was going to make this night a bit more fun.

We watched Mean Girls even though I'm sure we could all quote the entire movie. After playing a hilarious game of truth or dare, I went to the bathroom to change. I put on my pjamas which live at Kirstie's house for occasions like this and brushed the alcohol from my teeth.

I walked back into Kirstie's bedroom to see my friends in tears, looking everywhere but at each other. Mitch looked at me and ran past sprinting into the bathroom.

"What was that all about?" I whispered to Kirstie. She looked at me angrily and covered her eyes with her hand.

"I should have known. I knew something was wrong," she muttered under her breath. I was confused and frustrated. I was only in the bathroom for maximum ten minutes and this is what I come back to.

"What happened?" I knew it had something to do with Mitch being so distant and probably he's been crying so much lately. I'd known him for over 6 years and I hadn't seen him cry as much as he has this week.

"He kissed someone else," she said sadly, staring into my eyes. My heart sunk. Kirstie really loved Mitch and this must hurt her a lot. "And it was a guy."