Anchor Tattoo || Chase Atlantic

0.10

"Tell me we weren't just friends, it doesn't make much sense"

A/n: y'all know I love y'all right! Heh😁

When I opened it the first thing I saw was the same girl who Mitchel was flirting with sitting on his bed, hair slightly messy. Mitchel came out of the bathroom, appearing to be fresh out the shower. My eyes flickered between the two of them. "What are you doing here?" Mitchel spoke. "You know, like the nice person I am, I came to check on you, but what a surprise I have walked into." I replied sarcastically. "You need to leave." He spoke. I ignored his comment and walked over to the girl. "I need to talk to my friend here, could you give us a moment." I spoke softly. She looked me up and down with a scoff. "Doesn't look like he wants to talk to you." She sneered. Oh hell no. "I wasn't asking. Now get out or I'll put you out." I snapped. She got up and left the room, I closed the door after her. I turned back to Mitchel. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" I spoke calmly. "What's wrong with me?! What's wrong with you!" Mitchel countered.

"Nothing is wrong with me you sick fuck!"

"Why are you even here!"

"Because we all went out tonight, did fucking that girl cause memory loss or some shit."

"What the fuck do you want from me!"

"Well I don't know, uh, maybe for you to stop being an asshole."

"I'm an asshole?! Did you see how you were flirting with those guys all night, you even danced with fucking Christian."

"Everyone I talked to are my friends, are you fucking insane."

"Stop acting like you don't know what the fuck I'm taking about."

"What are you taking about?"

"Don't act dumb."

"What the fuck is wrong with you!"

"YOU'RE WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME."

"DON'T YOU EVER IN YOUR MOTHERFUCKING LIFE YELL AT ME AGAIN."

"This is a fucking waste of time. You're just like everyone else."

"What are you talking about?"

"It doesn't even matter, we were just friends anyways."

"You know what, fuck you, Mitchel. I shouldn't have trusted you."

"You were wrong for trusting me."

I walked downstairs where Christian and Clinton were sitting on the couch, quietest as I've ever seen them. Once they saw me they stood up and came over by me. "I'm going to Uber home, bye guys." I told them. "Mo, I can drive you home." Christian spoke. I thought about it for a second before I responded. "Fine." I gave in. Christian began his path to the door and just as I was about to follow him Clinton put his hand on my shoulder. "I'll try to talk some sense into him." He spoke sincerely. I nodded in response to which he dropped his hand from my shoulder and I walked to the door, following Christian out.

We got in his car and began our journey to my house. "Are you okay?" Christian asked. "Yeah I'm fine." I answered. "Don't lie to me." Christian pressed. "I'm just..I don't know how I feel. I didn't expect for him to do that, you know. I bring him to a club that he would never have been able to get in without me then as soon as we get in he starts being an asshole. You know what the worst part is he kissed me earlier and had me thinking everything was going perfectly fine and then he goes and fucks some bottle blonde." I ranted. "Something is mentally wrong with him." He spoke. "My bad, I ain't mean to rant like that" I apologized. "Don't ever apologize, you can always rant to me." He spoke genuinely. I smiled slightly in response. "I really don't wanna talk about it anymore." I spoke. "That's fine by me." He responded. The rest of the car ride was a comfortable silence. We pulled up to my house and he walked me to my door. I stood in my doorway while Christian stood on my porch. "I guess this is goodbye..." Christian spoke, meeting my eyes. We stayed like that for a moment. His eyes flickered from my lips momentarily then back to my eyes.

"Fuck it." I muttered. I grabbed his shirt pulling him in and kissing his lips. I pulled him in the house, closing my door by pushing him into it. Our kiss was hungry and sloppy. He broke the kiss momentarily, pulling his shirt over his head. He threw it off somewhere. He met my lips once again. "Jump." He mumbled into the kiss. I jumped and wrapped my legs around his hips. He carried me into the elevator, never breaking the kiss and pushed me against the elevator wall. Once the elevator door stopped I got back on my feet and led us to my room. I brought my hand to his belt buckle and undid it, then unbuttoned his pants, letting them drop to the floor. He kicked his shoes off and I momentarily broke the kiss, taking off my shoes. Then joined our lips once again. He sat on the edge of my bed and I straddled him. He broke our lips and began sucking on my neck, earning small moans from me. I pushed him back onto the bed and pulled my dress over my head..and well you know what happened after that.

**Mitchel pov**

What did I just do? There is something wrong with me. Why would I do that to her? I just did what everyone I've ever talked to has done to me. She didn't deserve that. She didn't deserve me comparing her to them, she didn't deserve me yelling at her, and she sure as hell didn't deserve me sleeping with some random from the club. She deserves better than me, maybe this was bound to happen so that she can save herself. It's easier to say we're just friends. "Mitchel, are you insane!" Clinton broke me out of my thoughts. "I don't know what's wrong with me." I responded. I didn't realize I was crying until now.

"Why would you do that?"

"I didn't wanna get hurt but I ended up hurting her. She's never gonna forgive me."

"You broke her trust, it's going to be hard for her to forgive you."

"DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT..I'm sorry, I just don't know what to do."

"You can start off by getting your mind right and telling her why you did that, maybe then it will be a split chance of her forgiving you."

"I'm so sorry."

"Don't tell that to me, tell that to her."

"I will."

"Just give her a day to calm down first."

"You're right."

"I always am."

"Thank you."