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a/n;; special scott pov

Scott Hoying's POV

"LEAVE ME ALONE," I SPAT at the guy who was just about an inch or two taller than me. Because of that, he acted like he was superior.

"Why?" He smirked, getting closer than needed. I shoved him away and his eyes flashed with anger. "Don't," I said, "You don't want to fight me. I can and will smash your skull against the goddamn concrete."

"Wimp," he muttered. I rolled my eyes, "Think what you want, man," I mumbled, throwing my backpack around my shoulder. "Like I said, leave me alone," I said before leaving the darker alley. It may have been seven at night, but it was still very dark.

I felt my phone ding and I took it out of my pocket, no surprise it came from a random number.

Unknown:
hi

Scott:
Who are you?

Unknown:
that small brunet guy

Since nobody was around, I smiled without thinking, and I quickly added him as a contact.

Scott:
Oh. Hi.

Mitch:
hi

Scott:
Why are you texting me and how'd you get my number?

Mitch:
bc i want to and kirstie gave it to me

Scott:
Oh.

Mitch:
do u like "oh" or something bc you're saying it a lot

Scott:
Sorry. I don't know what to say.

Mitch:
oh

Scott:
Now you're doing it.

Mitch:
well i am allowed to

Scott:
Why are you and I'm not?

Mitch:
bc im queen

Scott:
You're so weird.

Mitch:
thanks ❤️

Even though I hated it, a smile spread to my face yet again. This stuff should not happen, let alone because of some guy. I have nothing to smile about. No one.

Mitch:
you alive ?

Scott:
Surprisingly, yes.

Mitch:
ok

Scott:
Are you?

Mitch:
no

Scott:
How do I bring you back to life?

Mitch:
u can't unless u bring me chocolate and cat food

Scott:
I need an address.

And then he texted me where he lived, and then I left the alley for the nearby store that sold tons of convenient items. I neared it, then entered it, and successfully found cat food, as well as chocolate near one of the checkout lanes. Whether or not he was serious, I was bringing the stuff to him. The cashier gave me a weird look and when I looked at her weirdly, she looked down to the items, scanning them.

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