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Football Game

Mitch's POV-

        Scott had wanted me to join him and Alex, his boyfriend of three years, at the stadium for the football game. At first I declined, not wanting to get in their way. Especially the fact that I had a crush on him since I was 16 and hated seeing them kiss and all that. The less I saw them being affectionate, the better. But after hours of Scott begging me to tag along, I agreed. I mean, I couldn't say no to his puppy god eyes AND him calling me Mitchie a hundred times! 

An hour before we wanted to leave for the stadium, Alex showed up. Scott and I were cuddling and talking on the couch when we heard the loud knocks of a tall dark blonde haired man. He was furiously knocking on the fake wood door. Yes, fake wood. It was made of thin drywall like panels, painted to look like dark oak. 

@"What is his problem?!" Scott questioned as he got up in a huff to open the door. I shrugged my shoulders as Scott walked through the kitchen to get to the door quicker since Alex was still knocking hard at the door. He might as well have been punching the damn door! I wouldn't have surprised if his hands were bloody from basically breaking down the door. I figured I'd follow Scott to the door so I quickly ran after him. Scott and I arrived at the front door. Scott looked annoyed, I mean, I was too, but Scott's level of annoyance was way beyond mine. I had never, in our 16 year friendship, had seen him that annoyed and angry. 

Scott unlocked the door and before his hand could even attempt to open it, the door flew open, hitting me and knocking me to the ground in the process. Scott immediately came to my side, telling Alex off as he helped me off the ground. 

"Wasn't my fault he was standing there!" Alex defended. 

"Yeah but you didn't have to fling it open! Can you at least apolo-" Scott was cut off by Alex slamming his lips against Scott's. Scott was brought into a rough, passionate kiss. I looked away, saddened. I thought I noticed Scott trying to push Alex away but I figured it way my mind playing tricks on me. I turned to go into my room, well... Run, into my room. There was a bathroom attached to my room so after shutting my door, I ran into the bathroom. 

I grabbed one of my many blades playing with it in my left hand. I contemplated cutting before I heard Scott. 

"I'm going to go see what's up with him" Scott declared. I stopped, put my blade away as Alex spoke. 

"No! Don't! He's fine, I'm sure! It was just a little twap on the head, don't be so overprotecive of him" Alex demanded. I had then grabbed the Tylenol to take for my now headache and muscle pains caused from the door. I decided not to take them though.

"A twap?! A TWAP?! ALEX YOU SLAMMPED THE DOOR INTO HIM! HE ENDED UP ON THE GROUND YELPING!!!!! HOW IS THAT A TWAP ON THE HEAD?" Scott fumed. 

"Calm down, babe! It's not like he's your boyfriend..." Alex retorted. I heard a huff before my bedroom door opened. Moments later Scott appeared in the bathroom doorway. I had my head in my hands, bent over the counter. I had tears forming in my eyes from a mixture of physical pain and mental pain. I felt a pair of strong muscular arms wrapping around my small frame. Well, small compared to Scott... In my mind at the time, I was fat and needed to loose weight to look perfect. 

"Are you okay?" Scott asked in a soothing voice. 

"Sort of" I replied, my voice cracking as the tears slowly fell down my red cheeks. 

"I'm sorry, Mitchie... I don't know why he's being like that" Scott apologized, "how's your head?". 

"I have a headache and my tailbone hurts a bit" I confessed. A look if worry appeared on the blondes face. 

"You don't have to go with us to the game of you don't want to" Scott told me as we sat on my bed. 

"No no, I'll come!" I reassured, "Could you just maybe sit between us?".