I flopped onto my bed, frustrated.
I don't know why, but I kept missing Mitch very much. I wanted to see him.
And my best friend loved me, so it made me extra frustrated.
I wanted to blow all the frustration out of my head and there was only one way to do so.
I tripped over to my computer and turned on one of my best porns ever.
I threw on my headphones and leaned back.
I was so desperate to forget about my frustration that in my haste, I let the door unclosed. I thought it didn't matter because I live alone.
I threw off my jeans and stuck a hand in my underwear. Then I started jacking off.
-insert moans here-
I had almost hit the climax when I heard a voice that made me jump.
"If you're gonna jack off, you should really close the door."
I screamed like a little girl and whipped around. My headphones fell to the ground with a clang.
A pair of dark brown eyes met mine.
"Wh...what are you doing here?!" I yelled, my face turning bright scarlet.
Mitch grinned. "Huh. Your door was open, and I heard moaning so I thought...why not?"
He stared at my computer screen. "Oh man. Who knew?" He hit the pause button.
"Mitch I really-"
"You don't have to make up one of your lame excuses. I understand. Jacking off and watching porn relaxes people."
I stared at him with a smirk. "You are far from a virgin, aren't you?"
"Yup. Well not that far. A little." He held out his hand to pull me up. I took it. He was disturbingly strong.
"...Hey. How did you know my house anyway? The only person who knows my house is Kirstie...and you never met her."
Mitch's eyes widened. "Kirstie? She's here? At this school? At Ridgewood?"
"Yeah. You know her?"
He bit his lip. "Uhrm. I just heard this really cute girl named Kirstie exists so..."
"Oh. I had no idea that K was that famous." I shrugged. "Oh well."
"Yeah uhm. Your front door says HOYING RESIDENTS in gold letters so I thought why not."
I smiled at the little man infront of me. His long dark eyelashes batted in the most attrative way. My lips spread into a grin.
"....Mitch now that you're here..I have to ask you something."
His expression darkened. "Stop."
I blinked. "Stop?"
"I don't want to hear it!" He declared.
"Mitch I didn't even-"
"I SAID, STOP!"
I stared at him. What was up with him?
"Mitch why...."
He grabbed his jacket and stood up sharpish. "I have to go." He said angrily and stormed out. My eyes never left his back.
"What the fuck.." I muttered to myself.
Just then my iPad buzzed. It was Kirstie, asking to meet up for a drink.
I sighed, scratching my neck.
I knew it would be awkward after the chaos last night.
But she was my friend.
I was about to answer yes when my phone dinged. It was my friend, Avi.
He was asking to meet.
***
"Hey Scott. Thanks for showing up."
I nodded. "No prob."
The big bass man smiled at me. "You wanna go for alcohol? I know a place."
"I'm trying sober boiiii"
He groaned. "Ugh. AGAIN? I thought that would go like...three seconds."
I rolled my eyes. "Haha okay I'm a drinker i get it. But I'm trying to be a better person. To express myself more. To-"
Avi burst out laughing. "Yah like that's ever gonna happen?"
I punched his arm. "Yeah yeah. Alright we can go have alcohol." I paused. "Who's this?" I asked, gesturing to a big guy sitting next to Avi.
"Soon enough." Avi sighed, staring into the man's eyes in a disturbing way.
"Scotty. This is my boyfriend, Kevin."
I stared. He seemed familiar..
"Ohohoh! I saw you on Avi's instagram page. Oh man. I finally got to meet you!"
He smiled. "Aww. A fan. How sweet. Who are you?"
"I'm Scott, one of Avi's best friends."
Avi raised an eyebrow. "You are?"
I huffed and they both cracked up laughing.
"Anyway, I'd love to get to know you better." Kevin said, holding out his hand. "To Avi."
I took it. "To Avi."
And that was one of the biggest mistakes of my life.
