Scömìche One-Shots

Don't Lead Me On Pt. 3

"Please, Mitch. Just give me one chance. One," Scott begged. I shook my head. 

"I'm sorry, Scott... you can do better than me, okay?" I said. I turned to walk away, and he grabbed my wrist. 

"I don't want anyone better than you, because no one like that exists. Why can't you just go on a date with me?" He asked. I could see the desperation in his blue eyes, and it made me incredibly upset. I didn't want to keep hurting him... but there was no way I could put my heart in the hands of anyone else, not even Scott. 

"Scott, please just drop it. I- I just can't, okay?" I said, a little harsher than I'd intended it to be. He sighed and let go of my wrist. I was about to head to work when Scott came by my apartment and picked me up so we could get Starbucks together before we both had to get to our jobs. I had agreed, but not before reminding him that this was not a date, and to not let it get his hopes up. He had only laughed and begun driving to the coffee shop. After rolling my eyes, we'd been on our way, and we were now at Starbucks. The coffee shop had been nearly empty when we'd arrived, but now people were starting to arrive to get coffee before work. Our coffees were nearly finished, and we were about ready to leave when he brought up the dating situation... again. 

"Why not? Is it because of what Matthias did? Because you know that I broke his nose and I'd be happy to do it ag-" I cut him off, not wanting to talk about Matthias, and especially not with him.

"Don't talk about him. Please," I begged. 

"Listen, I know he hurt you. I know he was an asshole and he didn't deserve you. He treated you like shit and if I could go back and save you from him-" 

"That's the thing!" I snapped, a little louder than I had meant it to be. I saw a couple people look at me, but I ignored them. "I don't need saving. This isn't a movie, or a story, where I'm a damsel in distress in need of a knight in shining armor. I could handle Matthias, my disadvantage with him was his build. I just didn't have enough proof to go to the police, and I was blinded by love. You're right, he was an asshole, but I got rid of that asshole before he could hurt me any more than he already did. You simply happened to be in the right place at the right time and therefore broke his nose." I crossed my arms. 

"I never said you couldn't handle yourself, Mitchie..." Scott began. I raised one eyebrow. "I just.. I just wanted to be there for you. I wanted you to feel safe around me when you couldn't feel safe around him. I know you try to prove yourself because of how people look at you, but it doesn't hurt to occasionally need someone. And I want that someone to be me." I squinted at him slightly, and I could see that he was being sincere. 

We simultaneously stood up and threw away our empty coffee cups. We faced each other next to the trash can, and I took a deep breath. 

"Fine, Scott. You want to take me on a date? We'll go. Today, at 7," I said, and I saw his eyes light up. 

"Really?! It took months and months but I can't believe you finally said yes. It'll be the best date ever, I promise," He said. We smiled at each other.

He stepped forward and wrapped his long arms around me, engulfing me in a hug. I rolled my eyes but hugged him back, taking in his fresh scent. He smelled like cologne and soap, along with a hint of coffee. I could get used to this... I thought., smiling. I just hope I haven't made a mistake.

Part 4? Y/N?