I won't let go.

"Mitch I can explain..."

"Go on."

"I.....It was dark....I was drunk and....Troye....Troye was just..there. Just standing there. We were all drunk and..."

"Did you do it?"

He lowered his gaze. I let out a shaky sigh.
My ears were ringing.
My head went blank.
I couldn't believe it.
I just couldn't believe it.

"Mitch I'm so sorry...It's not that I don't-"

"Was that why you didn't say anything back at Ridgewood?"

"......."

That was when I saw him.
I saw him.

"Stop the car."

"What?"

"STOP THE CAR."

I closed my eyes to stop the tears from falling. Eric's BMW pulled up near a shopping center. I opened the door and ran out.

"Mitch WAIT! WAIT!! Please stop!!"

I ran and ran.
I wiped the tears away, hard.
Just a little farther...
Just a little more..

Eric's hand grabbed my wrist. I got pulled back. I struggled and struggled.
"LET ME GO!" I screamed.

"MITCH LISTEN TO ME." He yelled back.

Yell...
Yell so he can hear you.

"WE'RE GOING BACK TO MY CAR AND TALK ABOUT IT."

"I thought he told you to let him go."

A strong familiar hand held my shoulder.
I backed up and soon found myself hiding behind the blonde.

"You, what are you?" Eric demanded.

Scott looked at me, back at him, then back at me. Then he smiled.
"How should I answer?" He asked me.

I shrugged. "I dunno."

Eric yelled and flung his hand to hit him. Scott grabbed his wrists and held him back.
"DON'T YOU DARE COME NEAR HIM AGAIN." He hissed.

Eric tumbled back. "You dirty rotten little bitch!! You'll burn in hell!! And I avenge you! I will find you!!!!!!"

Then he ran off.

I let out a breath and fell. Scott caught my arm and held me. "Whoa whoa...."
Tears streamed down my face. This was just too much.

Scott's strong arms held me to his chest. He held me bridal style all the way to his car. I cried and cried until Scott was squeezing me to death. We got in the back of his car together. Scott was looking at me.

"Honey....What's wrong..? What happened?"

I shook my head. "I.."

I choked up.
I thought Eric was the one.
I thought Eric understood me.
But it turns out, I was wrong.

I was fucking wrong, again.

Now how was I supposed to trust people?

"Mitch?"

I snuggled into his chest. "L...later..please."

He nodded and kissed my head. "Okay sweetheart. Tell me when you want to talk, okay?"

I nodded. "Yes. Thank you Scott."

Scott leaned back in his seat (still not letting me go) and got a huge blanket from the trunk. He put it around me and I sighed.

"Warm?"

I nodded. "T..thanks."

Scott started to pulled away.
His hand was on mine, starting to slip away.
Without thinking, I grabbed it.

"NO!" I screamed.

Scott blinked. "Wha....Are you okay?"

My breath quickened. "Uhh. Yeah."

He nodded and continued to pull away. I grabbed his hand again. "But....."
His eyes met mine. I looked away.

"D....don't let go. Please..."

Scott stared at me. "Of course."
I handed him part of the blanket and he snuggled next to me.

"Th.....thank you. Thank you."

He held my face. "Stop saying thank you. I'm your friend, I'm always here to help."

I nodded tearfully. "Tha.....okay."

Scott put one arm around me and picked his phone up with the other. He clicked a few things and soon, Beyoncé's 'Halo' was playing.

I snuggled up happily as the queen's voice swirled around me. "This is so...good."

I didn't know if I could trust him.
But I wanted to.
I wanted to forget about everything and just.. trust this guy.

"Mitch..."

I looked up.

Scott kissed me, right on the lips.
I blinked and blinked, trying to figure out the situation.
Scott kissed me.
He KISSED me.

His eyes widened. "Oh my god Mitch I'm so sorry. I just couldn't.....I just..."

I slowly fingered the car door.
My brain yelled RUN,
but my feet yelled..
Trust.

"Scott."

He looked at me. "Yes..?"

"You are a jock. You are popular, and your reputation screams CASANOVA. You have a boyfriend and you kiss another man."

Scott frowned. "Okay..?"

"But why..." I gulped.
"Why do I want to trust you?"

Scott looked confused. "Is this a trick question, or...."

I shook my head. "No. I'll answer for you."
I look at him straight in the eyes.

"I thought you were diffrent."

"I am!"

"How?"

Scott paused. Then he grabbed my hand.

"....I won't let go."