8. Onesies arent sexy (pt.2)

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*MITCHS POV CONTINUED*

5:30 that night I was going crazy trying to decide what to wear to go and see Scott. I know he was only supposed to be tutoring me, because with my grades believe me I need it, but it couldn't hurt for mommy to look good.

Rummaging through my closet nothing seemed to look good. I'd already picked out a pair of wash out denim jeans but there wasn't a shirt cute enough, leaving me pacing round my bedroom shirtless. It was 6 o clock when I realised I was already supposed to be at Scotts and I was still looking for a half decent shirt to wear.

"MITCH!" My mom called me from downstairs.
"SOMEONES HERE FOR YOU".

"TELL THEM IM GOING OUT MOM" I told her.

"HE SAID ITS HIM YOUR SUPPOSED TO BE OUT WITH".

"WHO IS IT?" I asked, sighing. Remembering I might have made plans with Todrick by accident and forgot to cancel on him.

"I DONT KNOW, ILL SEND HIM UP".

I heard the sound of heavy footsteps beating against our stairs and I called to Todrick that I was in my room. The door knob twisted open and I didn't even bother to turn around to greet him.

"I can't find anything to wear toddy" I sighed , throwing another shirt in his direction "what would you wear to meet a cute boy?".

"Well I don't know who this toddy is or this cute boy mind you, but I like that sweater" The voice didn't belong to Todrick at all, much rather a tall blonde jock. No wonder my mom had said she didn't know who he was.

"Scott!" I yelled "get out! I'm half naked!" I yelled turning around to try and grab a shirt to cover my naked torso, even though he could only see my back unless he was looking at me in the mirror.

"I'm not looking, calm down beautiful" he replied reassuringly, a sweet and soft tone to his voice. Of course now he was a sweetheart, but even if he was being sweet I didn't want him looking at my half naked body.

"Here" he said covering his eyes and handing me a shirt gently "I liked this one".

"Thank you" I told him , slipping the shirt over my skinny body before turning around to him. He'd chosen my black slightly collared shirt that had "securite" written on in small letters, it would do for now I guess.

"You look cute" he said standing awkwardly in the middle of my room.

"Don't look so awkward hoying" I said giggling and pushing him so he sat down on my bed. I walked to my dressing room so I could finish off touching up my concealer and hair "what are you doing here anyway , I'm supposed to be going out".

"You're the one who told me to see you at 6".

"Well actually I was going to walk to your place since I already had your address and I have no idea how you got mine".

"In the pouring rain Mitch?" He asked, completely ignoring my previous statement . I did the same and ignored his question to ask my own.

"How did you get my address?".

"Kirstin" shit. Now I would be questioned for the next million years about what business we had going on together.

"What did you tell her?" I said, a definite concerned tone to my voice.

"Just that you left an expensive jacket in English and I wanted to give it back to you , calm down Grassi" I sighed in relief before standing up and walking over next to him to grab my phone.

"Come on let's go, I don't like driving in the dark you could drive us into a ditch or something".

"There are no ditches around here".

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