I am yours. {#Wattys2016}

10.

A/N: It may or may not be my birthday today....

4pm

I went to the coffee shop that Scott told me to meet him at. This reminded me of the times when we were younger and just hung out spontaneously in different places.

I saw him standing outside the door to the shop. I could feel a smile creep upon my face. "Hi, Scott" I greeted as I hugged him.

"Hey, Avi" He replied, tightening the hug. We walked into the coffee shop and ordered our coffees. We then sat down on the chairs closest to the windows.

There was silence. I was staring out the window watching all the people walk up and down the street. Scott was repeatedly tapping his cup. We were both waiting for someone to start a conversation.

"So tell me...how were things after...I left?" Scott asked breaking the awkward silence. I remembered everything vividly. I wished he'd never of asked.

The day after he left, the boys who Scott was defending me from heard the news. They beat me up. Many times. I couldn't go to school anymore. Not only because of fear but I simply couldn't. I was always injured. Injured to the point in which I could barely move. I still have a scar on my arm from one of the many times. I still had my parents at the time. They would look after me and that was when life was still worth living.

But a year after that, my parents left. Not only did my parents die but my little bit of hope died too. I was barely in school after that. I was an angry teenager. A teen that was angry at the world. Angry at the Universe.

I just about graduated from high school and moved onto college hoping things would get better.

They didn't.

"Things were.......weren't good" I sighed whilst shaking my head. "Not at all" I took a sip of my coffee. I looked at Scott and noticed his facial expression softened. "I don't want to talk about it...how did you meet Mitch?" I changed the subject of our conversation.

"A friend of mine, introduced us to each other. We didn't really get along at first but after about a month, we got a little more comfortable around each and 2 years later we started dating" He finished, a smile plastered on his face.

"Do you love him?" I asked him. He began blushing and his smile grew. I already knew the answer.

"More than anything" He answered. I gave him a forced smile.

We spent the remaining time just having general conversation. It felt great to catch up with my only friend.

We hugged and parted ways after an hour. He went home and I went to work.

As I began walking to work, I had time to think. Think about my emotions. I realised that my jealous was only due to one thing.

I was in love with Scott.