Just A Dare (Scömìche)

Chapter 8 - Feelings

Hey guys, I'M ALIVE. Thank you for being so patient with me. I feel like I always have a stupid excuse, so I won't bother. :( Love you guys, hope you understand.

Update: Ew, I'm sick... The Honor Choir Concert went great though!

Scott's POV

Well, isn't that interesting. It's not like I couldn't figure it out though. Mitch is very blushy and he doesn't even interact with people. Honestly, it's so cute. I suddenly remember how much of a giant dick I am.

I smirk. "Not for long." I say just to scare him.

My little tactic worked. He looks at me, his jaw dropping. "Oh, opening up for me there as well?" Mitch closes his mouth and looks away from me so that I don't see the tears in his eyes.

Kirstie looks at me, glaring. I bite my lip and look over to Mitch, who was currently staring at the ground with his hair over his eyes. I look at Kirstie and she mouths to me, "Apologize!"

Mitch looks up at me hesitantly and says, "W-why do you keep doing that to me?" I actually dare to ask, "Doing what?" I watch his tears get replaced by anger. "Are you serious? You keep being nice to me before being a jerk!"

I bite my lip. I know he's right. Everyone could agree with him, because he isn't the only one that I've done that to. "I-i.. I'm sorry.."

The anger disappears and is replaced by a look that only looks tired and sad. "Yeah.." He whispers.

Kirstie says, "I think that's enough Truth or Dare.. Scott, I want to talk to you outside in the hallway."

Well, I'm fucked. Kirsten Taylor Maldonado doesn't let people get away with being mean to nice people. She doesn't know how much I bully people.

She smiles sweetly at Mitch as she tugs me out of the room. She leaves the door open a crack so we can still see him. "Scott, I know that when boys like someone they are rude to them, but you need to stop it or he won't like you back." Kirstie whisper yells.

I almost laugh. "I don't like him. Not at all. It's an act." I whisper back. She shakes her head. "There's no reason to pretend that you like someone. Besides, I can see it, Scott."
I roll my eyes and she catches me. "Scott, when you look at him, you have this look in your eyes. It's called love. It's just not mature yet."

My eyes widen a bit. Could she possibly be right? "Kirst.. I think you might be right.." She smiles. "Of course I am, as always." I hold back the intense desire to roll my eyes. "Anyways, thanks Kit."

She smiles at me. "No problem." I turn to back to Mitch, but Kirstie stops me. "Oh, and Scott?" I stop and face her. "Yeah?" I ask. She raises her hand.

I feel the small hand collide with my cheek, making a resounding smack. "Ok, I'm good. Let's go." She walks back in, nonchalantly. I stare at her as she walks away.

Well, I did deserve it..

Mitch's POV

I hear a loud smack from the hallway and see Kirstie walk in with a smug smile on her face. I watch Scott walk in a few seconds after she sits down next to me.

My eyes widen at the big red handprint on his face. I know that he was being a dick, but she didn't have to hurt him...

Scott sits next to me silently and I look at him. He avoids the gaze and I move closer, bringing my hand up slowly. I gently touch his red cheek, my cold hand soothing the burn. Our eyes meet and he mumbles a quiet, "I'm sorry.."

I kiss his uninjured cheek before whispering, "It's ok... You didn't mean it.. Plus, I'm over it because I know that you are a sweetheart deep inside." I let out a small giggle and he smiles a little at the sound of it.

I glance at Kirstie and she is just staring at us with a twinkle in her eyes. I get a little creeped out and she notices. "I'm going to go hang out with Avi. Have fun, boys." She says and winks at Scott.

What the hell does that mean? I have no idea, but I start feeling a bit jealous. She leaves and I look at Scott, who was busy blushing and I get a bit more pissed.

At this, I scoot closer to him and fake smile at him. I was eager for attention and I wouldn't stop until I got some. Scott smiles and says, "You're so cute."

I feel my cheeks redden and my smile turns shy. Scott's smile widens and he laughs a little. I smile wider. I may as well accept it, I'm crushing on him hard right now.

All it takes is an apology and I'm all over him.

He stands up and extends a hand to help me up. I take it and once I'm up, we don't bother to let go of each other's hands. Scott says, "Let's go find something to eat," He glances at the clock. "It's like 7:45 already."

I nod, not wanting to eat, but definitely not wanting to upset him. We go downstairs and he asks, "What do you want to eat? We will just order takeout."

We sit down on the couch, very close together compared to how much we usually space ourselves apart. "Um.. You can pick.." I bite my lip and he thinks for a moment. "Do you like Chinese?" I nod. "Just get me whatever you get."

He nods and calls them and orders two orders of orange chicken before hanging up. I smile at him and he wraps an arm around me. My face turns red and I lean into his touch.

Scott and I stay like this just keeping a comfortable silence until the food gets here. He gets up and gets it, saying, "Can you put a show on?" I nod and turn on the TV, seeing that Spongebob Squarepants is on.

I giggle and Scott brings food over to the couch. He looks at the TV. He had heard my giggle and smiles. "Scotty, can we watch this?" I ask, smiling widely.

He chuckles at my cuteness. "Sure. Who doesn't like Spongebob Squarepants?" I shrug and giggle as he hands me my food.

So, we obviously binge watched Spongebob Squarepants for a good few hours while eating Chinese food. At about 11:00 we decided to go to bed. I was already half asleep at that point.

Through my sleepy haze, I feel Scott pick me up bridal style and carry me upstairs. I cuddle into his warmth and he sets me on the bed in his room. "Are you still awake enough to change into some pj's?" He asks softly. I nod a little. "Can I wear one of your shirts?"

He smiles and nods, giving me one of his T-shirts. I change into it and take off my pants. The shirt was so big on me that you could only see a few inches of the fabric of my boxers peeking out.

I look up to see that Scott had changed into pj pants and a t-shirt. He smiles. "That's so cute.." I giggle sleepily and crawl under the blankets, Scott following my actions. I yawn and feel his arms wrap around me. I blush and smile, snuggling into him. We both drift off into sleep, calmer than either of us have been in quite a while.

I guess we are both awkward teenagers when it comes down to it.

Thank you for waiting and being patient. I love all of you and I will try harder to do longer, more frequent updates.