Hate Sex is So Hot

19 - All The Lies He Told Me

oh boy

Me and Scott sat in silence for a long time. Luckily my phone wasn't completely ruined, so I just messed around with it. He played around with the showers and for a little bit.

Our little a cappella group had a group chat now, that we rarely used. But our two phones dinged as a text was sent from someone, apparently.

Kevin: Hey guys! Having a concert this Sunday :) anyone want to come?

Mitch: ofc! where is it?

Kevin: I'll send you the address :)

Avi: Send it here too

Mitch: avi can be my date ;)

I heart a sound like a soft of scoff coming from inside the showers, where Scott was sitting. As hard as it was to do I held back my laugh, and looked up at him.

"What?" I said, innocently. He just rolled his eyes, annoyed and didn't respond.

"Are you mad that I'm talking to your best friend? Or, um... ex best friend?"

He shot me a glare. "Shut up."

I didn't look away from him for a second. "Are you just afraid that I'm gonna date him and we won't be able to bond over sex anymore?"

"No." He sneered, a little to defensive. "Date whoever you want, I don't care."

I pursed my lips. "Yeah... yeah, you don't care about my love life any less than you did about a month ago, do you."

He stood up. "You never gave me a chance to explain that." I put my phone in my jacket pocket.

"I don't want you to."

"If you'd just let me-"

"STOP!" I started to get tears in my eyes. "SHUT UP!" I just couldn't take it anymore. Maybe I was overreacting, but whatever. "You... you fucking asshole... you took a bribe from my ex just to humiliate me... and maybe that would just be a regular bad thing to do if he wasn't in the hospital because of me. I already feel bad enough, so can you just STOP?"

He just stood there. It was obvious that he knew he'd done something bad, but I didn't even care right now.

"You were being too nice to me. It was obviously fake." I said and looked away. I didn't want to look at him anymore. "I was being stupid."

"He made the bet that day."

...

I looked up at Scott.

"What?"

"I know that doesn't excuse it at all, it was such a horrible thing for me to do... but I don't want you to think I'd been...working up to this, or something. A couple hours before you came over, Travis and Alex stopped by my dorm. I know you might not... believe me, but-"

"...Yeah, I do."

Maybe this storm was a kind of blessing in disguise. Because how could I get trapped in here with him, the one person I refused to talk to? But what did that mean? All that joking, the day with Sophie, he wasn't-

Wait, hold on.

"He came to your room?"

Scott nodded. "Yeah... why? We hung out a little bit, Alex snapchatted it. You can even see."

I just kept looking at him so he pulled out his phone, and went to the photos on his phone from December. (I made sure I saw the month.) He had a screenshot of a video... The Alex guy was videoing too, and there he was. Travis was showing them a some kind of video online.

I looked up at Scott for a couple more seconds before I said anything.

"Travis told me he wasn't going to be out of the hospital for another couple months..." I gulped back tears. A lump was forming in my throat. "He... he said he broke a leg... and that he was hurt really badly in his head, too..."

Scott looked at me in shock.

"Alex told me that he was only in there for a week... he got a little roughed up, but nothing serious..."

I felt like every bone in my body was so fragile that it was about to snap. If what Alex said was true then Travis had lied to me. And I just saw... was that proof? But why would he do that? Just to make me feel bad? And if he was doing that, why did he need to humiliate me to make me feel worse? And offer money for it, no less?

"I... I should go." He looked outside. "The thunder and lightning stopped... I think."

I knew that I should have told him not to go, but I was just so in shock right now. And I was less mad, but still... still mad at him. So I didn't say anything as he walked out. I felt him look back at me but I didn't look at him. I wanted him to know that I was still mad. And maybe I was also just bitter that he'd known this and I hadn't.

He sighed, and I heard his footsteps rush into the rain. Going fast across the concrete... Jesus, I couldn't help but look at him then. He was going to hurt himself running like that.

He had his hands over his head, as if that would protect him, and he was running through the grass up to a hill.

"Damn it, Scott." I whispered before I quickly walked out into the rain, marching out of the gate and towards him.

"Scott!"

He couldn't hear me. I started to go a little faster.

"SCOTT!"

He turned around and stopped, obviously confused.

"You're going to hurt yourself!" I yelled over the rain. "Go slower!"

"I..." I think I heard him start, and then he got louder. Not in anger, but so I could hear, I assumed. "Why do you care?"

"Are you being serious?" I was almost genuinely annoyed now. "I'm fucking mad at you, but I'd be even more mad at you if you tripped and broke your neck or something. So be careful!"

He stood there. "...Thanks." I just started to trudge ahead, and dismissively nodded. Standing in the middle of a storm like idiots wasn't going to get us anywhere.

"This way." I walked to the right along the bottom of the steep hill, instead of up it. I checked to make sure he was behind me and kept on walking until it reached an end. Here there was a now muddy slope leading up to the school.

I was soaking wet. This sucked. I could have just waited in there; where I'd already become pretty much dry. But no, instead I had to come out here and help this idiot. I walked faster, but still carefully, obviously pissed off. We were behind some kind of dumpsters I think. Wood and old wires littered the floor. Ew. 

"Mitch!"

I was about to look back, and see what Scott was saying. But since I wasn't sure if I heard him right, I took one more step. But before I could even try to turn I felt something tighten around my ankle. The mess of wires I was stepping in got my ankle, and my shoe was buried deep in the mud. The attempted step further tugged me to the ground, and I yelled in pain on the sharp impact. Scott ran up to me.

"Mitch! Oh god, fuck, are you ok?"

I winced, trying my hardest not to cry. Not that it would matter in this rain, anyways.

"My ankle... really hurts..."

He started to unwrap my foot from the wires and pulled it out of the mud, taking care to get my shoe as well.

"Can you sir up?"

I attempted it and felt a jolt of pain go through me. "Ah!" He seemed pained to see me say that... in an empathetic way, not an annoyed way, or anything. But he put his hand under my back from the little leverage I had gotten and another one under my thighs, and picked me up.

I grabbed his wet body tightly as he walked along, being much more careful than I had been.

"We'll get you back soon... don't worry..."

"Please... be careful..."