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by takinyoutohell

by takinyoutohell

Christians pov

I woke up and took a deep breath last night was such a blur but my wrist throbbing was a good reminder for me. I felt a smile appear on my face as I lifted my head off of someone's chest. Clint always knew when I sad or hurt but he could never tell that he was the reason why I was hurt. "Mitchel." I mumbled as more of the night came too. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I starred at Mitchels basically naked body He was only in boxers. I decided to go get something to eat. "Hey, were the fuck did you sleep last night?" Clinton laughed rubbing his eyes. "Oh I fell asleep on Mitchels floor watching a movie." I watched his regular mood turn south. "Uh I made French..." Clinton's sudden out burst cut me off. "Listen Christian I don't know what's going on between you and Mitchel but you need to stop hanging out with him, do you remember when he pants you in 5 grade or burned out science fair project in 6th or in seventh when stole all your close out of your locker so you had to wear Alexa's clothes..." I dropped the plate of food I was holding as Clinton quickly shut up. "I mean, just stop hanging with him, he'll end up hurting you." Clinton spoke softly that time as he helped me clean up the mess I made.
"Good morning losers." Mitchel entered the kitchen with a yawn. "I'm leaving." I said with a voice crack. I locked eyes with Clint he knew he had really fucked up this time. I didn't even give Mitchel a thought before I quickly left the Caves house.

"You should try out for the basketball team." A voice spoke as I made the millionth shot that morning. I turned on my heal and watched Mitchel walk closer to me. "I was told not to mess with you anymore." I spoke as I grabbed the basketball. "Oh really what did Clint tell you this time, I'll eat your soul." Mitchel said with a smirk as he tried to block me but failed. He snatched the ball away from me me before I could pick it up.
"Let me see your wrist." Mitchel said in all seriousness.
"Why does he needa see your wrist?" Jesse came up and knocked the ball out of his hand.
"Uh He said he got a tattoo and I didn't believe him." Mitchel laughed. Jesse rolled his eyes and took a shot at the basket and missed epically. "Shut up." He stated as we laughed. "Come on." Mitchel had a bit of anger it seemed like in his voice as he grabbed me by my hair. "Ow you asshole!" I screamed as I rubbed my scalp.
"You never told me who did this to you!" Mitchel spat as he glanced down at my wrist. "I did it to myself." I mumbled as I knew he wasn't satisfied by my answer. "Sure, okay then what did Clint say to you this morning to make you run out of the house?" I rolled my eyes.
"What is this 21 questions?" I sassed as a car honk knocked us out of our conversation. "Get in the car Christian." Clinton rolled down the window. "We're fine with walking." Mitchel yelled back. "I wasn't talking to you, and Kras it wasn't a question we need to talk." Clinton said with his usual monotone voice.
I looked up at Mitchel as he went to grabbed for my hair. "Please don't." I said with a bit of laughter. "Go." He mumbled as he starred at the ground and started walking away from me. I don't know why it hurt so bad to see him walk away from me, I'm just so confused with the whole situation with him, he's supposed to be an ass that no one likes. "Christian?" Clinton snapped me out of my thoughts as I jogged back to his car.
I sat in his passenger seat quietly as if I was gonna yelled at by a parent.

Mitchel pov

"What's up with you and the blond loser lately?" Pat asked as he joined me on the walk back to my house. "I don't know I just thought he needed someone to talk to. "You know what Iv caught on to you and your ways." Pat raised his eyebrows. "What the hell are you talking about?"
I asked with a little laugh. "You only waste your time with people you enjoy being around." Pat shrugged as I nodded. "Well yah I think we should all do that but I don't get your point." I stated as we continued to walk. "Remember at the beginning of the month you hated that faggot you would shake him until he gave you his notes and you'd purposely try to get him in trouble, so what snapped in your tiny brain of yours?" Pat questioned as they headed into the Caves house. "When I found out he liked my brother, I mean yah I hate my brother, but I can't change his sexuality and I kinda sorta think he deserves to be happy, but it doesn't matter anymore because Clint and Jesse have a thing going on. So I'm helping the loser get over Clint." I put it all on Pats shoulders. "No you want the blond boy to yourself." My eyes widened at pats statement. "Now what the fuck does that even mean?" I rolled my eyes as he leaned against the counter. "You try to take all of Clint's friends, you did it too Jesse last year, but failed and now you're trying to win over to Christian." I rolled my eyes once more. "Keep rolling your eyes you might find your brain back there." Pat laughed as I threatened to punch him.
"I'm just saying I know a thing or two about the blondie and he doesn't deserve you using him , just so Clint will end up with no friends."

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Sorry for a late update lol I kinda wanna start a new Chase Book