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Wrapped Around His Finger☝🏼

Prompt: Scott's ex comes back to haunt him, but his ex is his ex for reasons Scott can barely admit. He's still wrapped around Mitch's finger, and they both know it.

Setting: AU Different Personalities

Words: 1171
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"Scott?"

Scott lifts his head from his phone. Their house parties are quite casual, and Scott takes frequent Twitter breaks.

"Yeah?"

"You know I love you, right?" Kirstin toys with his blue tie, successfully making Scott sceptical.

"Yeah..." He trails off. What could she have possibly done?

"Another person I invited is outside."

"Okay? Why did you make it seem like I would get mad?" Scott questions.

"No reason. I just wanted you to know that I always have your best intentions in mind. You've barely left your house in these last three months. I want to make sure you get the most out of this party, y'know?" She smiles, and Scott knows something is up.

"Yeah, okay."

The doorbell rings, and Kirstin flashes another smile, skidding towards the door. Scott shakes his head in confusion, still weary of the two silhouettes behind the bleary glass door.

The door opens, and Scott feels the entire world slow.

It's him.

Mitch.

His ex.

And, Kirstin is sheepishly smiling.

And, Mitch finds his eyes. And Scott is seconds away from shitting himself.

Because, Mitch is wearing lip gloss. He knows well just how Scott feels about lip gloss.

He must still be bitter. The break-up wasn't mutual; Scott left him. He knew Scott would be here. This is a game to him.

This is a game to him, and he's brought a pawn.

An older pawn. A bearded pawn.

Mitch is walking over now, and Scott tries desperately to prepare, to form some combination of words that can be considered coherent.

"Hi, Scott." His eyes sparkle, and Scott regrets everything.

"H-Hey Mitch. How are you?"

"I'm wonderful. Oh, this is Avi."

The bearded man is beautiful, and it pisses Scott off. His green eyes shine with intelligence, and some sort of secret. His hair is gorgeous. What the fuck.

"Nice to meet you." Avi grins, offering his hand as some sort of peace offering. Scott grunts initially, but covers it up quickly with a smile.

Even his voice is smooth slick silk.

"Nice to meet you, Avi. Scott Hoying." Scott replies, shaking the perfect man's hand.

"Yeah, Mitch told me."

Mitch smirks, and Scott swallows hard.

"Great. Well, I hope you both enjoy the party. I have to mix more margaritas, so..." Scott shoots awkward finger guns at the couple, then heads for the kitchen to cower in embarrassment.

"Why the fuck did I do that?" Scott asks the cabinet. No reply, as expected. He pulls his ingredients out and retrieves the blender. He starts towards the fridge for ice, but sees Mitch stepping through the doorway.