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Chapter Twelve: Revenge

Scott's POV

Mitch.

He's all I have been thinking about these past three weeks. I wasn't going to break up with him. I was going to tell him about me graduating early and getting into the early programs so I could come back from college sooner. I don't know where he got the idea that I wanted to break up with him. His words continue to run through my head. "You're sick of me, and you don't want me to hold you back." How could I ever be sick of him or break up with him because he was holding me back? Which, he definitely wasn't. He is the one who encouraged me to even sign up for the early programs.

I've been at college for two weeks, and I think I'm already crazy from loss of contact with him. I don't think I'll last any longer. I just need to see him or hear his voice.

I've decided to go to Kirstie's and ask her how Mitch is doing. I know he tells her everything and even if he doesn't tell her, she still finds a way to find out. Also, Mitch moved in with Kirstie since his sister moved back in with her father.

As I pull up to Kirstie's house, I noticed that I've started to shake a little. I guess I'm just excited to hear anything about Mitch. Hopefully, he'll be here.

I walk up to her door and knock. Seconds later, the door swings open and shows Kirstie with her hair messy and bags under her eyes. 

"What's wrong, Kit Kat?" I ask while pulling her into a hug. She quickly wraps her arms around me and sobs into my shoulder. She says two words, and those two words will cause me to completely break down.

"It's Mitch. Ever since you guys stopped talking, he somehow managed to get a fake ID, and he doesn't come home until he can barely stand. What makes it even worse is he hasn't come home yet." she manages to say through the tears streaming down her face.

I need to find Mitch. I think I know where to start my look.

Mitch and I are walking down the street, swinging our hands between us.

"Whenever we both turn twenty-one, this will be the first bar I take you to." I tell him while pointing to an old bar at the corner of the street.

That was the first bar I checked, and no luck. I'm now driving to my last option . I have checked every bar in this town except this one. Each one, I basically ran to the bartender and asked if they had seen Mitch. Sometimes, I'd have to describe him and they'd say "Oh, yeah. Maybe." And then it turned into a "Oh, no. Sorry, kid."

I'm finally at the last bar. This is my last hope. I hurry inside and walk up to the bar. As I begin asking the bartender if they had seen Mitch, someone walks up beside me.

"Hey, I know Mitch." he says.

"Is he alright?!" I basically yell to the stranger.

"Oh, yeah. He was great in bed last night." he says with an evil smirk. Before I know it, I punched the guy in the jaw and run out. He's lucky I only punched him. I'm so mad, I could've done more. Wait, why am I mad at him? Mitch is the one who slept with him. That's it. I can't take this anymore. I hurry back to Kirstie's and walk right in the door, not even bothering to knock. She screams before realizing it's me.

"God, Scott. You scared the sh--" I grab her face and pull it close until I feel her lips on mine. She eventually pulls away. "Why did you do that?" she asks me.

"Why didn't you pull away earlier?" I question her, not wanting to say I only did it to get revenge on Mitch.

"Scott, I've liked you since freshman year."

"Really?" I ask dumbfounded.

"Yeah." she says blushing. This seems like it could be fun.

"Well, let's get this party started." I say while pulling her into her bedroom.