Over Your Head

Biting Off More Than You Can Chew

A/N: THANK YOU FOR YOUR SWEET FEEDBACK. I really like this story...sometimes. Other times it's a cringefest. Like this whole chapter was a cringefest to me at least, people usually seem to enjoy my work that I hate though, so maybe you'll enjoy it.

Warning: just more swearing because I have to get my swearing out somewhere

Chapter 3

I'd thought that I'd be happy if he left, but I couldn't help but feel unfulfilled. The whole reason I let him stay with me was to help him, and if he'd literally lasted a few hours, then what did that say about me?

God I was so selfish sometimes.

What was I saying? This was good. No more insults. No more worrying about whether he was stealing my stuff. No more worrying about another person. No more of those warm brown eyes. No more of that endearing smirk.

Damn it Scott.

I was about to go back into my room and take a shower, but I heard the front door open. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked towards the door.

Mitch came in holding two coffees from Starbucks, and a bag. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses which I assumed were mine.

"Morning," he greeted as he set the bag on the counter with the coffees. He took off the sunglasses and perched them on his head.

"Where did you get money for Starbucks?" I inquired skeptically.

"You left your wallet on the couch," he replied nonchalantly before sipping his coffee.

I gave him an annoyed look. He just reached in his pocket and handed me my wallet, "Here's the change," he muttered.

I basically ripped it out of his small hand before opening it and looking in, counting it. I gave him another annoyed look and held out my hand.

He rolled his eyes as he pulled out a $10 bill from his pocket and handed it to me.

I put it in the wallet. before shoving it in my pocket and running my hands over my face tiredly.

"Here. You seem like the caramel macchiato type," he stated as he handed me the other coffee.

"Ok, let's get something straight; you can't just take my money like that," I informed him before sipping the coffee.

"I was just trying to do something nice," he retorted.

"Yes, I know. It was nice, but that still doesn't justify stealing my money," I told him.

He rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance, "I got some bagels too if you want any," he muttered as he pushed the bag towards me.

"And here I thought you were completely foreign to the idea of generosity," I teased as I opened the bag and grabbed a bagel.

He gave me a look of annoyance, "Go fuck yourself," he murmured.

I chuckled as I ate the bagel. "I'm gonna go shower and get ready, then we're going shopping," I informed him.

"K," he replied before sitting on the couch and turning on the TV.

I headed into my room and showered before getting ready, not being able to get over the happy feeling in my chest.

...

A few minutes after I started driving, Mitch slid on my sunglasses again before turning on the radio. I couldn't help but smile as he danced around in his seat to the music.

He gasped and looked towards me a few minutes later, "I wanna go to a club," he blurted out.

My eyebrows knitted together. "You're 19," I reminded him.