High School Drama

Part 8

Mitch POV

And that's what we did. We laid on my floor cuddling and humming any song that we could think of. We forgot the world. For basically the entire weekend. It was perfect.

Until my alarm went off on Monday morning. 

"Honey, your coffee's waiting in the kitchen. Your dad left a while ago and I need to go now so we'll see you tonight!" My mother screamed up at me as she slammed the front door. 

Groaning, I pulled myself away from my bed and sauntered into the bathroom across the hall. I stood at the sink and looked at my reflection in the mirror. My neck was littered with large purple and red marks bringing a blush to my cheeks. Today was definitely an over-sized sweater day. 

"Mitchell! Why have you been ignoring me all weekend?" Once I got to school I walked up to my friend expecting a hug or at least a 'hi' but nope I got a full name and an angry stare.

"Kirst, I wasn't ignoring you." 

"I called you three times last night and you didn't answer once!" I felt my cheeks burn remembering how Scott threw it across the room so it would stop distracting him from my neck.

"Sorry, babe. I was probably asleep." I lied because Scott and I both decided to not tell anyone about 'us' for now. Even though I still didn't understand what  'us' was. 

We spent the whole weekend watching movies, kissing, listening to Beyonce, kissing, hiding Scott from my parents, and you know kissing. But we didn't say anything about being boyfriends. I think it was too scary for both of us to officially change the status of our relationship after one weekend. 

Kirstie and I made our separate ways to the first class of the day, not waiting for Scott because it was Monday and he was probably still in bed. I walked into English and sat in my usual spot at the back. 

"Morning everyone. Homework on desks and books out."  The sounds of paper rustling echoed through the room. I looked down at my bag and thought about searching for my homework but I knew that I hadn't done it. God, I didn't even know he set any. 

"Grassi, no homework?" Mr Name I Don't Care About shook his head and wrote my name on his clipboard. "Lunchtime detention, you're lucky I'm busy after school." 

Kirstie POV

Sleeping? I called him no later than seven and even I didn't go to sleep that early. Whether the whole sleeping thing was a lie or not I still desperately needed his advice. That whole weekend had been a nightmare.

On Friday a boy from one of my classes, which I later learned was named Jamie, asked me to go out with some friends to a bar. Thinking back it was really stupid of me to say yes but being the hormonal teenage girl I was I felt like I was committing a crime to deny a guy so hot. 

I would have spoken to Mitch about it after school but he wasn't at home and I couldn't fangirl enough through a phone. So I just found my shortest dress and my highest heels and put on as much eyeliner as possible. 

The night actually went surprisingly well at the start. The boy and his friends were really nice and I got talking to one of their girlfriends who seemed friendly. The bar was kind of gross and too loud but the boy was doing a great job at distracting me with some unrepeatable whispers in my ear. 

The security at the door was useless so I didn't even need the fake ID he got for me. I scanned the room a couple of times and saw a few other groups of teenagers but the bar was mostly filled adults, bachelor parties, and old, alcoholic men.

Being the good girl I was, I only had one or two drinks the whole night however I kept finding myself with the bartender ordering alcohol for the group. I was elected to get the drinks because I quote: "Babes, you're the soberest here and if anyone of us tries to carry drinks to table they will get spilled all over the floor. Jamie's got some moneys for you to buy them with anyways."

 I laughed at the memory of his drunken voice as I walked into my first class. I sat next to the window and looked out at the trees blowing in the light breeze. The teacher started droning on about sexism in the media, a topic I was normally very vocal about, but I returned to the thoughts of Friday night.

After getting the third round for the group, I joined Jamie on the dance floor. We danced close with each other for about ten minutes until he got too handsy. I removed myself from his hands, making up some excuse about wanting a drink. To keep up with the lie I made my way towards the bartender behind the counter and sat on one of the stools. 

I ordered some orange juice, the only non-alcoholic drink apart from water that they sold, and sipped it slowly. Swirling the glass in my hand, I stared down at the juice contemplating whether to leave. I should have known something bad was going to happen from the strange feeling I got in my stomach but I blamed it on the alcohol.

My thoughts were broken when I was knocked from my stool by a couple who looked like they were eating each other's faces. Glad to have not broken an ankle in my heels, I stood up and pushed the woman's shoulder who was being pressed against the counter by a short, balding man. "Hey. Watch it!" Confidence from my two drinks made me try to intimidate her. 

Pulling apart violently she glared at me with piecing eyes. She opened her mouth to argue or shout at me but the man spoke first. "Kirstie?" I looked at the man who had red lipstick smeared across his face. He looked familiar... wait!? 

"Dad?" I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My father pressing a woman no older than twenty against a counter at some crappy bar. I didn't even realize I had dropped my glass on the floor until I nearly slipped on a piece of glass whilst rushing out of the door. 

I really didn't want to get into a taxi alone and walking was not an option at this time of night. I did the only thing I could think of. I called Mitch. I called him and prayed that he would answer but who was I kidding, it was gone midnight and he barely even answered his phone in the day. It went to voicemail and I held it to my ear but what was I supposed to say? "Oh hey Mitch, could you maybe get me a ride from a bar in town because I just saw my father passionately kissing a random woman? Thanks." 

"Kirstin! This is the third time I've asked you to get your book out." All eyes were on me as the teacher stood in front of my desk. I apologized and fumbled around in my bag until I found my notepad and a pen that actually worked. 

"And for everyone who wasn't listening..." He shot a look a me, my only response an eye roll. "You have to take notes on ways in which this interviewer discriminated against this female soccer player because of her gender. You will have homework set on this so I suggest that you pay attention!" I joined in the chorus of groans from the class as he played the video. I would have to talk to Mitch about it at lunch.

A/N: A bit of a weird chapter but I kinda like it. I wrote it in like 30 minutes so there's probably looaads of typos. Hope you like it xxx

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ommMMMGGGGGG HIP-HOP DOES BROADWAY IS LIFE

i died... it was #flawless

i can't even count how may times i've watched it so far

it's soooooooooo good 

(sorry had to mention it)