Kiss, but don't tell.

Chapter 5.

Baby's POV:

I stood in front of my bed and all the possibilities of what I was going to wear tonight to a bonfire that someone I'd been friends with decided to throw, in honor of my returning to our small town in Jersey.

Skinny jeans and a band tee?

Tank top and ripped shorts?

Yoga pants and a hoodie?

I wasn't exactly sure what the weather would be like. It'd been extra hot here lately, but would the night be just as harsh? The fire would also be giving off an extra bit of heat...

I grabbed a white and purple crop top and grabbed my skinny jeans. I tried them on, and they looked good together. I grabbed my makeup bag and headed over to the mirror. I pulled out eye shadow, a purple that matched my shirt, and lightly spread it across my eyelids.

The purple eyeshadow made my purple eyes really pop.

I put eyeliner on top and bottom, cat style, and then I finished it off with mascara. I smirked at my reflection. I looked good.

I dropped down onto my bed.

Just a few more hours.

Mitchell's POV:

"I don't know man." I said to the short, muscular boy in front of me. "I just don't feel like I'd have fun at a bonfire."

I was talking to my other best friend, Christian Nova. He was short and had dark hair. His eyes were brown and hopeful as he begged me to go with him to an event I had no interest in.

"Come on, bro. There's gonna be drinking. And hott chicks. Perfect combination." He grinned, cheekily, before clapping his hands.

"Well, I might." I kept dribbling the ball.

"Alisha Tomsy will be there." He smirked.

Alisha Tomsy was, excuse my cockiness, the only girl who'd ever rejected me. Last year, I asked her to Homecoming, and she politely rejected. The day before. She had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. A nice body, too.

"I mean, she'll be drinking. You could definitely get with her then."

"You mean, take advantage of her?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Eh, I'm sure she'd want it just as bad." He surprised me by side stepping and whisking the ball away from me, running to the hoop and dunking it in.

"Nice." I said. "I just don't know."

"Come on, man. At least go for me?"

I groaned. "Why?"

"I need some sort of wing man."

"Fine. I swear, I'll leave if this is lame."

"Alright! I knew I could count on you! Tori Goldmans house." He grinned. "Gotta go get ready. See you there?"

"Later."

He tossed me the basketball and I caught it. I dribbled it to the garage and then threw it in. As I headed into the house, I used my shirt to wipe the sweat off my forehead. I pushed the door open, heading inside.

"Hey, honey." My mom greeted me, wearing her robe and her hair was a mess.

"Hi, mom." I said, never really happy to see her.

It was one in the afternoon, and she was only now just waking.

Mature a little, mom?

"What are your plans for this evening?" She asked, putting a coffee filter in the coffee pot and filling it.