Not Mine To Lose (A Scomiche fanfic)

Scolex or Scomiche?

I sat outside the door of my own apartment. No key, no money, no clothes. I had a suitcase, yes, but it was empty. I was hoping that Scott would stand up for me and kick Alex out, so I didn't see the need to actually pack. Now here I am, locked out, wishing I had. 

I still had my phone though. I reached into the deep pockets of my jeans, and dialed Kirstie, who might have just moved up a spot on the evolutionary friendship ladder. 

"Hey Mitchell, what's up?" She always sounded so perky. If the world was ending, she'd annoy everybody to death with her perkiness before any zombie apocalypse could get to them. I loved her perky voice, I really needed it right now.  I banged my head against the concrete wall that was supporting me, and let out a loud sigh. 

"I'm locked out of my apartment for starters..." I let my voice trail off. 

"Why are you locked out? Isn't Scott home?" In an instant, her voice went from perky to concerned. 

"Oh! He's home alright!" I ran my fingers through my baby-thin, dark brown hair. All the way to the wound on my wrist. Which I now completely regretted.  I traced the letters with my finger, sucking back down the tears that were building up in my throat. 

"This makes no sense. Why doesn't Scott just let you in?" I wondered that too, only I didn't mean it the same way she had. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. They started flowing as easily as they did when I was alone in the bathroom.  I had forgotten that I was still on the phone when I heard Kirstie practically screaming on the other line. 

"Mitch! What's wrong?" I wiped away my tears, took a deep breath, and let the whole story flow out of me as I exhaled. 

When I finished explaining, the other end was practically silent. It was as if Kirstie had no idea what to say, which was rare for her. 

"I'll be there in five." She said finally, before hanging up. I throw my phone down in front of my empty suitcase. I promised myself I wasn't gonna let Scott run my life anymore, but look where that got me.  With even more saddness and regret than I had started with, and a perementaly scarred SH on my wrist. 

I let out a loud groan before slamming my head on the concrete wall once more. I had officially hit rock bottom. Things couldn't get much worse. 

"Come on baby...please." I heard Alex beg on the other side of the wall. I was actually kind of surprised to hear him beg. I shifted myself closer to the door to hear better. 

"Alex, you said we were just gonna make out. I told you I'm not ready for that yet. "  Scott whined, I pressed my ear up against the cold wood. 

"Then what the fuck we get rid of your roomate for? We could make out in front of him." 

"My roomate has a name, and no we couldn't. I would feel uncomforatble, and so would he. He's my best friend, the last thing I want to do is third wheel him." 

I scoffed, if I'm his best friend, then why the hell did he kick me out? Why did he side with his boyfriend over his supposed "best friend"? 

"Scott, come on. Let's take advantage of the alone time while we still have it. " I could hear him discard his jeans to the living room floor, then his boxers. This was not going to end well, where the fuck was Kirstie? 

"Alex! What the fuck are you doing? Get your pants back on!!! GET OFF OF ME!!!" Now, that was a scream of distress if I ever heard one. 

"NO SCOTT! I'M GONNA FUCK YOU AND YOU'RE GONNA LIKE IT! NOW TAKE OFF YOUR GODDAMNED CLOTHES BEFORE I RIP THEM OFF OF YOU!" 

I shot up, wanting to ram the door down, but I couldn't, I wasn't that strong. I have small, frail shoulders, they would shatter before I could even put a dent in it.