Mitch's POV
I stared at Scott, trying to read his expression. He didn't look diffrent at all. Like he didn't hear anything.
".....Scott" I started.
"We're here." Scott said. He turned and faced me. "What?"
I shook my head. "Nothing." I muttered.
We entered the small empty hut. I looked around, smelling the meaty smell. "What is this place?" I asked, staring at the pig legs hanging from the ceiling. They looked GOOD.
"This is the place Avi works." Scott said, motioning at me to come sit. I did, my eyes wide.
"How did you know?"I asked.
"Avi told me. I asked him."
"Oh my god. But I don't eat human food."
Scott smirked. "I figured if you can eat pig guts, you can eat 'pig'. C'mon. Try. You'll love it."
I shrugged. "I don't know.."
Scott didn't care. He was so sure of himself. He was already ordering something.
Annoying.
Dexi was wrong. I could never love this guy.
Just then a pair of hands covered my eyes.
"...Avi!" I squealed as he tickled me. "STOP!"
Avi chuckled. "Hey little grape. How come you're here? You can't eat human food. Wait doesn't meat count?"
"I thought it counted. But..." I pointed at Scott. Avi mouthed 'oh' and nodded.
"I see. Mr. Certain pants."
I rolled my eyes. "Finally. Someone who gets me."
Avi laughed and Scott blushed. "Whateverr. Hey uhm, Avi when does your shift end? Can you join us?"
Avi shrugged. "Yeah why not. I end at eight." He looked at the clock. "It's seven fourty five."
Scott grinned. "Awesome."
Avi started to walk away, but stopped and turned to say;
"Hey where's Alex? I thought he modeled with you."
Scott smiled. "Oh. He modeled for a diffrent class-" Then he stopped. "Oh my god. He doesn't have a ride home." He stood up. "Sorry guys I'llbe right back. Sorry Mitch!"
I nodded. "Go ahead."
Scott rushed out the door and I leaned back, feeling alone. Avi had disappeared and the meat was here.
I picked up the raw meat and chewed on it, thinking. Dexi's words rang in my ears.
you two will make out before you kill yourselves.
I already made out with Scott.
I was an idiot.
Stupid, stupid idiot.
I started to hit myself in the head to stop thinking about that damn night.
I was gonna get hurt again. How could I love him? Then I got mad. Couldn't I love a guy for once? Without worring about getting hurt?
Wait
did I love him?
I hit myself harder and harder until someone was holding my wrist. I closed my eyes.
"Stop, you'll hurt yourself!" Avi shouted. I didn't care. I pushed him away and grabbed my hair like was going to wrip it out.
"I said STOP!" Avi turned me around and I refused to meet his eyes.
"Mitch." His voice was way gentle, like he was talking to a baby. "Do you hear me?"
"Go away." I whispered.
"Mitch my shift is over. We can talk."
I shook my head. "Go AWAY"
"You want to talk to me."
"No I don't..!"
"...Liar."
I closed my eyes harder. "Please go away.." I whispered. "I don't want to talk, really."
"....Mitch what's wrong.....?"
"No!"
Silence.
I wiped my eyes, not daring to show my tears.
Suddenly a warm hand was on my back.
I didn't dare turn around.
It was all very quiet.
"......Scottie's here. I'm here."
I didn't want to think. He was the reason I was crying.
I didn't want to be hurt again.
But that voice..
That damn ass voice....
It made me melt. I fell into his arms, half dead.
The hand stroked my back. Scott's chest was wet and so was his shoulders and hair, his whole body was wet.
But when my hand fell to Scott's leg, I knew instantly something was wrong.
His leg was wet but a diffrent kind of wet.
Sticky.
Hot.
".....It's raining outside." He said. I pushed away and saw...
"...Scott you're bleeding." I said, gasping. He shook his head, smiling warmly.
"I'm fine." Though it was obvious he wasn't. His eyes were dark again and his whole leg was bleeding hard. I bit my lip, trying to control myself.
Alex stood behind Scott, looking really mad.
I started to say something but Avi ran past me. I blinked as he held Scott up and ran out the door.
"...What happened-" I started to say. Alex pushed past me and walked away. He got into Avi's car with Scott and Avi and shut the door.
The car was pulled out and it soon disappeared.
I fell to the ground, my whole body shaking. Scott was hurt and I didn't even do anything.
I was to worried about myself when Scott was hurt.
I always wanted help.
When I always had it.
I pulled my phone out with a shaking hand and dialed a number.
"....Hello?"
"................Help."
