I Hate You With a Burning Passion

3.

Kirstie's POV
"Kirstin, we need to talk." I turned around to face Mitch and folded my arms.

"It's Kirstie thank you very much," I said coldly as I wiped away tears. I got up and tried walking away only to be grabbed by my wrist and pulled back.

"No you need to listen to me!" He yelled. I yanked away from his grip and walked out of the room. When I reached the doorway I turned back.

"Since when did you care?" I asked before I walked away. I than walked into the choir room and faced Ms. Wilson.

"I'm sorry Ms. Wilson," I started as I looked down at my hands, "I don't want to be in choir." Ms. Wilson sighed looking at me fiercely.

"Wow you finally figured it out. It's not my fault you're a horrible singer," Mitch said folding his arms, "or for the fact you're literally the biggest dork here." My jaw clenched and my hands turned to fists as I faced him.

"Well at least I actually worked on my solo. You just sit there all day long and do nothing. And who does everything for you? Your little slaves that's who!" Mitch scoffed and glared at me intensively.

"Please! I could get you kicked out of this town with all the money I have!" My tensed up and I felt like I was on fire.

"Well at least I have enough appreciation and respect for other people!" Before I could pounce on Mitch, Ms. Wilson spoke up.

"That is enough!" she said pounding her fist hard on her desk, "that was the last straw. Both of you come here right. Now." We walked with our heads down towards her and stood silently in front of her desk.

"Now all of this childish behaviour has consequences. Consequence number one: since you are being so childish with this solo situation, I have no choice but to kick you out of choir until I notice that you two have at least become acquaintances." Mitch and I both rolled our eyes, "consequence number two: one week detention for the both of you after school." Mitch and I both gasped and folded our arms. So unfair. "Goodbye now." She said sternly, leaning back in her chair and sighing.

I was the first to get up and storm off, Mitch soon followed after. He yanked my wrist and turned me to face him.

"Look what you did!" He shouted, "now I can't perform the solo!" I scoffed and hit him in the arm.

"Look what I did? You started it Mitchell!" I spat, "now I have to fix it!" He took a deep breathe and folded his arms.

"more like we have to fix it," he mumbled. We stared at each other for a second before returning to our normal selves.

"Whatever," I said under my breathe. I than grabbed my binder and walked off to class. Soon Esther came running to me.

"How did the solo auditions go?" She asked noting the tint of sadness in my eyes, "Mitch got it, we had a scene. And now I'm not in choir thanks to him." Esther's jaw clenched and she shook her head mad.

"Well Mitch is the workings of the devil," this made me laugh. For once today I finally laughed. And it felt great I'll tell you that. When I was heading to class I got a text from an unknown number.
Unknown number: Please let me talk to you.

Mitch. That's the only person I could think of.

Kirstie: Mitch...

Unknown number: please Kirst I think we need to work things out between us.

Kirstie: 1. Don't call me Kirst, it's Kirstie to you pal. 2. So let me get this straight, you frickin insult me and call me an idiot than tell me we need to fix things between us. I don't think so buddy.

*unknown number has been named Satan*

Satan: Seriously? Satan?

Kirstie: I don't know what you're talking about.

Satan: I know you changed my name to satan.

Kirstie: yeah but you can't change it so HA!
*Kirstie left*

I couldn't help myself... Anyways there is no way I'm talking things out with him. I than decided to check my voicemails only to notice Mitch sent me a voicemail. I decided to open it and listen to it. It started off fuzzy than Mitch spoke up.

"Listen I know things are ruff between us right now but I think we should listen to Ms. Wilson. If you're up for it I'll be in the choir room before school starts tomorrow. Hope to see you there. Bye I guess." Than the line went silent. I sighed and yelled at my phone.

"Mitch Grassi I swear I will kill you!" Before groaning and heading to my room.