Kiss, but don't tell.

Chapter 8.

Mitchell's POV:

I rolled over and yawned, groaning to myself because of how uncomfortably I was positioned. I stood up, stretching out and made my way into the bathroom. I did my business and then looked at myself in the mirror as I washed my hands. I looked tired. 

I walked out and heard fumbling around in the kitchen. I leaned around the corner and saw Baby standing in front of the window. I smiled at the way she looked so concentrated. 

I headed to go walk up to her, but stopped and held myself back when I saw Christian make his way to her. He kissed her neck softly and whispered something I couldn't hear.

I watched Christian pull on his jacket and bring her lips to his again. He said goodbye and grabbed the door knob, pulling it open.

"Are you leaving so early?" I asked, coming out of where I was watching this.

Baby jumped, suddenly shocked that they weren't the only two awake. Probably a little upset, too.

"Yeah, man. I gotta get somewhere."

"Where at?" I asked.

"I said...I'd play basketball with my dad and I forgot. And I stayed here last night, and I probably shouldn't have."

"But, you're hungover. I'm sure you can't play basketball while feeling sick like that."

"You'd be surprised." He chuckled. "Many days of practicing while hungover. Comes with the commitment of being an alcoholic." 

I nodded. "Alright, see you later bro."

"See you."

He headed out the door and I looked up at Baby. She rolled her eyes and looked away. I sighed and walked to the fridge. 

"I'm not the bad guy. I hope you know that." 

"Oh, you aren't? Then who is?" She turned around, leaning on the counter.

"Christian is." 

"How?"

"He just is, Baby. And you need to stop sneaking around with him." I grabbed out a Sierra Mist.

"I'm not." She crossed her arms.

"I'm not an idiot."

"Are you sure about that?" She smirked.

"I saw you guys."

All the blood drained from her face, and I knew automatically that something more had happened and she thought I knew all of it. I could go along with this. 

"Mhm." I smirked, crossing my arms.

"And what did you see?"

"Well, for one, I saw this..." I licked my lips and stepped toward her. I moved the hair away from her neck and leaned my lips down against it. I kissed up her neck softly.

"Are you kidding me, Mitch?" 

I shut my eyes and sighed heavily. I should have known. I turned around to Spencer, who was standing in the door way with his arms crossed. I looked over at Baby and she was smirking.

"Told you that it was him." She winked at me.

"Just...get out of my house." Spencer said, running his hand through his hair.

I groaned. "You're just literally always catching me at the wrong time. Okay, this time it is what it looks like, but last time wasn't. You just, don't understand." 

"Mitchell, get out." He repeated.

"Yeah, get out." She smirked.