High School Drama

Part 2

Kirstie POV

I felt like my lungs had been thrown out from my body. A familiar dull ache pressed behind my eyes as tears ran down my cheeks. I had made Scott's top wet with tears and I was sure that he was feeling crushed by my arms around his waist. "It's ok, I'm here," he tried to reassure me with kind words but my heart didn't care. It was ripped apart and was as cold as ice but I was grateful for his comforting arms and caring tone. 

It was almost midnight and my eyes burned when they opened. I was not going to sleep anywhere near him tonight so I climbed into my bed and shut the lights off. I looked down from my bed and watched as Scott laid silently under his blanket. His blond hair was like an explosion on the pillow, making me smile a little. Looking further across the floor, I saw my 'boyfriend' hugging his pillow, eyes shut too tight for him to be asleep. It hadn't even crossed my mind that he could do that to me. He had known me for so long and knew how much our relationship, even before we were together, meant to me. Our friendship was great and us being a couple was even better at the beginning. Why would he do that? I didn't even care if it was a guy. It did mean that he obviously wasn't thinking and didn't feel anything but it still caused a pain in my chest. I lead back onto my pillows, my arms and legs lifelessly still. My eyes watched my ceiling as darkness clouded my vision. 

I awoke to an empty room. No Scott or Mitch, no blankets or pillows on the floor. The unknown alcohol bottle and cups were nowhere to be seen and everything was silent. It was like nothing had happened. My first boyfriend hadn't told me that he kissed someone else, I didn't cry my eyes out into my best friend's chest. But reality was a bitch and didn't care about me. I felt my heart beat in my head and my mouth was dry. Hangovers weren't something I was used to as parties were not really my thing. I had actually only been to one in my life and that was with Mitch. He had been so excited and really wanted me to come with him so I followed him like a shadow all night. It wasn't all bad. We made out for about half an hour and ended up in someones bed where we both passed out cuddling all night. They weren't sad memories but they still made me want to cry.

My kitchen and living room were as empty as my bedroom. Mitch's bag wasn't on the floor and all my papers and worksheets were in a neat pile in the corner near to my TV. The Dr Pepper cans were in the recycling box along with the bottle of Russian alcohol. I checked my phone and realised it was only ten. My parents were still in bed so I opened my cupboards in search for food. Deciding on toast and Nutella, I sat on my sofa scrolling through my phone. Facebook was as boring as ever so I checked my messages. Nothing. From anyone. Today was going to be a long day.

Scott POV 

"Hey, can I come in?" Mitch nodded and opened his door. I ran a hand through my hair, sighing loudly and waved to Mitch's mom. "Hello, Scott. How are you this morning?" Mrs Grassi smiled polietly returning my wave. I gave a short reply and followed Mitch up the stairs. I sat on the edge of Mitch's bed, watching as he shut the door. Sitting next to me he lent his head on my shoulder, allowing his hair to get ruined. "So. I guess she told you," he breathed deeply. I nodded and shut my eyes. I wanted to ask a million questions but I knew it wasn't my business. "Why?" I asked turning my hand slightly to look down at him. "Why would you do that to her?" I remembered her crying onto me and holding me like the world was ending. He slowly lifted his head and looked down to his feet. "I don't know. I...  I was so drunk and then a guy from our year was talking about my eyes. He was being so nice to me and the next thing I remember was his lips on mine. I should of stopped him but I was in shock. Like literally. I was kissing a guy. Like an actual GUY! What the fuck was wrong with me? I should have slapped him and ran back out to tell Kirtsie. But I didn't and now she hates me..." Mitch talked quickly to the floor, it was like he didn't even think about what he was saying anymore. I needed to know a little more before I could reply properly. "Mitch. Why were you drunk?" I asked him as I put my hand on his shoulder.