Mitchell harper-a secret crush (also oneshots)

Part 10-just another day in love

A/N-possible tw-self h@rm and su¡c¡de attempts mentioned
Alissas pov-
I held Mitchell's hand while we walked to school, there was something about him that just made me feel comforted, loved even. We got to school to see nobody else in yet. Mitchell pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me. I had swapped my blazer for Mitchell's hoodie and I didn't mind that people would look, if anything, I wanted them to look and I knew by tomorrow mine and Mitchell's relationship would be common knowledge around the school and everyone would know us. I ran my arms down Mitchell's back until we heard the door swing open. "Oh hi you two, are we interrupting?" Stephens voice broke the silence Mitchell and I hadn't realised we had been in. I moved myself back onto my chair while Stephen and Chantelle came over to drag me away from my desk. I put my bag on my chair and ran over to Chantelle and Stephen for our daily 'tea spill'. "So", Chantelle began, "i heard that there's a new girl coming into our class next term!" Chantelle pointed to me which signalled me to spill the tea, "well" I leaned in and spoke with confidence, "Mitchy gave me his favourite hoodie for valentines. Oh and that secret card, it was from André!" I saw Stephens face change as he leant in and said, "OMG babes, why didn't you tell us!" I shook my head at the events that had happened the week before and pointed to Stephen, signalling that I didn't want to talk about it anymore. Stephen took the signal and said, "well, I really like this one guy but I'm sure he's straight!" I nodded as I stood up, "sorry guys I'm gonna chill with mitchy a bit before the dick gets here, not sure why he's later than me, he took the car with dad and pro green", I gagged at the idea of dad and pro green together. I walked over to Mitchell and slumped myself onto his lap and allowed his strong, warm arms to coil around my body and rest at my side. Rem dogg was next to come in and he was carrying a black plastic bag which he kept close to his chest. Clearly this also intrigued Mitchell as he said, "Yo rem, what 'ya got there?" Rem dogg looked up and said, "tell you after mate", I looked over at the door, waiting for the next person to come in but I felt my eyes grow heavy and I fell asleep.
I woke up when the class was full and Alfie burst in, looking like he'd seen a ghost. "Hey dick what's wrong with you", I shouted from the class. "It's dad and pro green again", Alfie sat down and put his head in his hands. Just then, miss gulliver came into the class, "hey class", she said with a concerning level of energy for a Monday morning on the last week of term, "who's coming to the end of term party this Friday?" I rolled my eyes slightly and looked at Mitchell, "will you go with me babes?" He smiled back at me, "of course I will babe!" I pulled him into a hug and turned to listen to Alf. "So guys, today we're doing the battle of sondheim", I decided to act on something my therapist once said to me, no regrets. I shouted, "sounds like a mouthful", to which Chantelle replied, "I love mouthfuls!" This caused the class to burst out in laughter and Alfie to roll his eyes. "Anyway, guys, move the tables!" I looked at him, the class wars box was nowhere to be seen. We moved the tables and sat on the ends, "anyway guys, let's talk about the battle." At this point, my alarm went off. "Who's phone is that?" Alf asked while looking at rem dogg, "it's mine", I said, pulling my phone out and turning the alarm off, "I need to go." Alfie nodded, "see you later al." I grabbed my bag and walked out the class. I ran out the gates and over to the bus stop where there was a old woman sitting there and she said, "skipping school are you?" I looked at her, "no I'm not", the woman looked back at me, "well what are you doing out of school at this time, dear?" I rolled my eyes, "it's none of your concern but if you must know I tried to kill myself a few years ago so I have therapy a few times every two months to keep me sane, and on top of that I have surpressed anger that breaks out weirdly in extremes, but I didn't realise I had to tell every Tom, dick, and Harry I meet at the bus stop!" The old woman looked at me in slight disgust and turned away.
The bus arrived soon after and I hopped on, showing the driver my pass and sitting on my own at the back, ignoring the fact that the old woman was sitting only two rows in front of me. I put my headphones in a started to play some music, trying to take her mind off of the upcoming appointment. The bus pulled up to the street that was way too familiar, I stepped out the door and braced myself for the upcoming therapy session. Its been years since I'd cut yet everyone thinks I'll do it again, why would I? Nothing is the same as last year, my life's been flipped around and I've somehow landed on my feet so why would I want any of that to end?