Mitch Grassi is a shy, awkward, gay kid from a small town in Texas, and he was the center of every bullies attention. That is until he found a way to get to the popular girls of the school, Alex, Alexa, and Alexis. They tell him to change his "gende...
"Are you sure she's even here?" Scott asked as they snuck into Alex's house through the back door, leading into the kitchen.
"She is far too hung over to do anything," Lexi spat, "let alone go anywhere. I think we are great."
"Okay then," Scott nodded, them looking around the kitchen.
"Alex?!" she called out, not hearing any responses. "ALEXANDRIA!"
"What the hell do you want from me?!" Alex hollared back. "You are dead to me!"
"Look, I came to apologize!" Lexi explained. "I came to make you a hangover remedy and say sorry."
"I hope you fucking brought knee pads, bitch!" Alex warned, Lexi sighing and getting two cups out.
"I swear I am going to make something that makes her throw up so bad," Lexi spat, looking around the kitchen. "I think maybe eggs and hot sauce. We can add in maybe... chili pepper... and dirt from the plants... and orange juice... and... maybe,,, some milk... and... maybe a little bit of my spit... That'll show her,"
"I'd rather some liquid pipe cleaner myself," Scott smirked, pouring some of the substance in a clear glass. "This will show her even better."
"That would kill her," she laughed, him shrugging. "Besides, she'll never drink that if she sees what it is."
"Put it in here then," he poured the blue liquis into the white mug next to the other concoction. Lexi looked over, and had the sudden urge to kiss the man, and she did. Without realizing it, she grabbed the wrong cup.
"You're a beautiful man," she beamed, beginning to walk away.
"M.., Lexi!" Scott called out, the Italian turning around to look at him. "Nevermind... I just wanted to carry the glass since she'll probably make you do some crazy things when you get in there."
"Thank you..." she smiled, giving him the mug before they went up to the bedroom.
"Oh look," Alex growled. "Of course you bring that outcast nobody to save you from my wrath. You're wrong. Now get down on your knees and beg for my forgiveness."
"Look," Lexi spoke up. "We both said things that we didn't mean and..."
"I wasn't kidding," Alex interrupted. "On your knees, Bitch."
"Fine," Lexi gave in kneeling on the floor, begging for her forgiveness.
"That is a lot better," Alex laughed, looking over at the mug in Scott's hand. "What did you do to it, Psychopath? You spit in it, or make a concoction to make me sick or something? I am not drinking anything you touched."
"You are being such a fucking pussy right now," Scott smirked. "I am sure you want to get rid of that hangover. Too bad you're too scared to drink something that'll get rid of that headache."
"You really think calling me a pussy will make me drink that shit?" she scoffed, Scott laughing a bit. "Just give it to me!"
Scott shrugged and walked over, giving the mug to her before she chugged it down. Suddenly, she started gagging and gasping for air, freaking out when she couldn't find any. Lexi's face went pale, trying to run over and help the girl, Alex begging her to save her. Before Lexi could find a way to help the blonde, with a last, "I am so sorry..." Alex collapsed to the floor, convulsing until she went lifeless and cold. Lexi looked over at Scott, who was pretending to be just as shocked as he was, and dropped down, trying to wake the red wearing woman back up. When she realized it was impossible, she began to laugh nervously before screaming in fear and panic.
"I just killed my best friend," Lexi panicked.
"She was your worst enemy, MITCH," Scott corrected.
"It was basically the same thing!" Lexi cried out as Scott walked over to her. "We technically didn't kill her, but that's not how they'll see it. Our DNA is everywhere. How are we going to explain this to the cops."
"We don't have to," he shook his head. "I will clean this whole place of our DNA, and you can mimic anyone's handwriting. Place her copy of 13 Reasons Why in her hand and write her a suicide note. You know her better than anyone does, so get into her head and write what you think she'd write."
"Okay..." she squeaked out, grabbing a notebook and beginning.
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"I think I have all of it cleaned up," Scott sighed, walking in as Mitch put the note in her hands. "I see you changed again. I like Mitch better."
"Mitch didn't kill her," Mitch shrugged. "Lexi is the one that killed her, not Mitch."
"Lexi technically didn't kille her either," Scott shook his head, "but I saw a car pull up. Is there a way to sneak out of here?"
"Her balcony has stairs that lead to the back yard where we came in," Mitch explained. "No one ever goes into the back yard, like ever. We're safe to sneak out of the gate and into that alley we came in through."
"It's like she was begging for someone to kill her," Scott laughed, stopping when he saw the Italian's face. "Shall we get out of here before they walk in?"
"I think we should," Mitch smiled nervously, them sneaking out just before Alex's mother walked in. As they closed the gate door, Mitch could hear the terrified, heartbroken screams from the woman that just lost her daughter.
