The Mitchell Boys

chapter 48

Addy

Crap crap crap. What the fuck is going on. Before I knew it Chris was throwing off her clothing and throwing herself at Damian. Literally throwing herself at him. My emotions were all over the place from wanting to cheer her on and wanting to grab her ass and run for it.

What I'm the world was she thinking? She's fighting the team captain of the swim team! But like go show him what you've got! No I can't be thinking that.

I watched Damian's girlfriend Tasha grab Chris's hair and throw her off. I was about to run up on her ass when Chris managed to get free after taking a few hits and breaking her nose. I was in awe. Who the fuck did I become friends with? Black fucking widow?

Tasha went hack screaming with blood pouring down her face as Damian and Chris kept fighting. I need to stop this. I looked around for anyone that would possibly help. Knowing that if I tried anything I would just get in the way.

I started to panic when I saw Chris take a bad hit to the head and fall to the ground. Shit shit shit. She's doing this because of me. I can't let her get hurt. I looked around frantically for Wes or any guy that would stop them.

I can give it to Chris that she can fight. But this is a man. He's bigger than her and can over power her easily. No matter how good she is every hit she takes will hurt just as bad as 3 or 4 of her hits.

Damn it damn it. Leo! She came here with Leo. Maybe I can find him really fast and make him help. But I don't want to leave her here by herself when she is at risk of getting her ass beat. I mean right now she was kicking his ass but I'm not sure for how long.

I pushed out of the crowd that had gathered clutching Chris's stuff to my chest. I need help. I looked around frantically as more people ran towards the circle of people.

There, it was the Mitchell's. They're friends with Leo so maybe they can help. And I think I remember some girls saying Chris seemed to be too comfortable with them. It was worth a shot. I ran over to them as fast as I possibly could hoping I'm not too late.

She has definitely become my best friend after this. No questions asked. Who else would fight a dude built like hulk to defend her and her friends honor? I cemented that thought into my mind and picked up speed to the Mitchell's.

Jordan:

We were all on the bleachers watching the events in silence. Austin had his air-pods in, Cameron kept on drinking his water bottle that we filled with water when he wasn't paying attention. Ash was switching between being on his phone and glaring at people, and Brian was switching between complaining and his phone.

I let out a deep sigh and closed my eyes leaning farther into the bleacher behind me. Another group of girls peaked at us and giggled then talked to their friends to repeat the process again. Guys were coming up to us and giving us high fives and handshakes. Making small talk with us when we clearly don't want to.

It was all pointless. A distraction for the shit I've been through and going to go through. That's all it was. It was trying to find something to give me a thrill besides music. To make me forget everything and be completely immersed in it. To leave this boring and awful life behind.

So I smiled at all the girls, and made small talk with everyone that came up to us. I laughed at their jokes and commented when I needed to tune them out most of the time. Everything was boring. Life was boring.

I could predict everything that happens and what people are thinking and going to do. If you smile and laugh at what they say everyone will like you. It was utterly exhausting. That's why music was so much better than people, it isn't fake or two sided. It tells a story and holds emotion. It's always there for you and never lies to you.