Not Anymore [Book One]

chapter 14

Heyyy
look I wanted to say I'm sorry again for being lazy these days.
Sooo I wrote this chapter extra long!
It has 950 words (not counting the author's
words), not to bragg.
And I promise I'll write more often from now.
Even though it seems like no one cares.
Oh well
*blows a kiss*
Good byeeeeeeeee

I woke up to my ringtone, Halo by Beyoncé.
"Hello?" I said groggily.

"Mitch, are you okay? I was so worried! Why didn't you pick up?!" Travis's voice rang out of my phone.

"Wha...what are you talking about..?"

Strangely, I couldn't remember anything from last night. My head hurt like hell, and my vision was blurry.

"Mitch, I called ever since your mysterious phone call last night. You sounded drunk.
Are you sure you're okay? Did Scott hurt you?"

I tried to remember, but all I got was a stange image of me and Scott, sitting in our room drinking something.

I flipped on to my back, and felt a body next to me. I turned, and almost screamed at what I saw.
Scott.
Scott was in my bed, shirtless.

"Mitch?"

I swallowed a shriek and managed to whisper "I...I'll call you back." In to my phone.
I set my phone down, and faced Scott.

He was still asleep, and I didn't get up.
I just lay there, facing him and trying not to have a heart attack.
His long, pale eyelashes fluttered as he let out a small sigh in his sleep.
His breath smelled like...alcohol?

Suddenly, I remembered.
I remembered me last night, chugging beer
with Scott.
I remembered my dad being furious at us for drinking his beer.
And worst of all, I remembered Scott and me, kissing.

My cheeks flushed red, and I sat bolt upright.
I gasped and spluttered, trying to remember more, even though I was fairly scared of last night.

Think Grassi, THINK!!
As I ripped apart my hair, trying to remeber, Scott stirred and eventually woke up.

"Mm.....Mitch?" I froze.

"Hey Scott..!" I said failing trying to be cool.

"What time is it..?And why am I in your bed..? And why does my head hurt so much?"

Dang it

"I don't know..uhm. I have to go to the bathroom. TTYL." I said, hurrying to dismiss the conversation.

"Wait, Mitch!"

I ignored him and kept running-
untill I saw it.

Proof that the faint memory of last night was real.
There were beer cans scattered on our floor.
Some had beer dripping out of them.

And in the middle of it all, was a baseball bat.

Scott came over to me and saw what I was looking at. "Oh my god." He said.

I looked at him. "Do you remeber anything from last night? Because I don't." I lied.

He scrunched up his eyebrows in thought.
Then he shook his head.
"No. Sorry. I don't remeber either."