Kendall's daily advice: a grande Starbucks drink is enough. If you have a Vintie (did I spell that correctly?) you might end up throwing up.
Love y'all and hope you enjoy this chappy!!!!!
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"Um..... Yeah. Okay". Mitch said, sitting down next to Scott.
Scott put his hand on Mitch's thigh.
Mitch looked confused. "What's wrong"?
Scott shook his head. "Nothing's wrong. I actually have some good news".
"Out with it then". Mitch said, irritated.
Scott looked shocked. "Excuse me. I'm being nothing but nice to you right now. What's wrong"?
Mitch sighed. "Nothing, just extremely tired".
Scott nodded. "Then maybe we shouldn't talk about this till tomorrow".
Mitch shook his head. "No, tell me".
Scott smiled. "Fine. So, I got your test scores".
"And......"
Scott reached for the folder and took out Mitch's test scores.
Date: 9/24/16
Name: Mitchell Coby-Michael Grassi
Age: 19
Rank: Omega
Old number: 8
New number: 17
Mitch looked at it and furrowed his eyebrows. "What..... Does this mean".
Scott smiled wide. "This means you've basically set a new high score. Most Omegas get 6-10's on their test. But you got a 17".
Mitch squealed and jumped on Scott, tackling him in a hug.
Scott laughed. "Calm down, Angel. We have to go to bed".
Mitch got off of Scott and cleared his throat. "Right right".
Scott chuckled and got up, heading towards the bathroom.
He turned the shower on and walked out to the room, to grab some clothes.
Mitch was sitting on the bed, reading over his file.
He couldn't believe it, he had, basically, the highest score.
Scott smiled at him and grabbed his clothes, jumping in a shower.
