Black And White

Hundred Forty Eight

(A/N)

Lol I've had lots of coffee so. Here's a double. God bless.

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"Scott, fuck off, for real."

Scott grabbed his shoulder. "No. Get your ass back up those bleachers, dude. We're just gonna have a chill night, and watch Alex sweat to death for no good God damn reason."

Avi smacked his hand away, but turned around to face him. "God, you're annoying."

"I've been told."

"Why don't you just go hang out with Mitch? Give me some time to calm down."

"No, because you calming down usually involves whoopin' some kid's ass."

"They usually deserve it."

"No, Avi."

Avi rolled his eyes. "So, we're just gonna stand here?"

"No, you're coming back up to watch the game with me. And by the way, Mitch would've yelled at you for rolling your eyes just then."

"Don't care. Speaking of, where is the little guy?"

"He wanted to stay and watch. I thought I heard him following me, but he must've turned around and went back."

Avi shook his head a little, and was quiet for a few seconds. Eventually he stepped forward and started walking back toward the game. "It's just hard, y'know? Because I finally feel like I have him, and.. He knows I love him. But he's still doin' this shit with this Jake fucker?"

"I know, Av... I'm sorry. But Alex is an honest person, and I'm sure he just doesn't want to hurt Jake's feelings. But he'll tell him."

Avi walked slowly, as if he were dragging his feet because of how upset he was. "I guess."

Scott patted his back a few times. "He will. It's all gonna work out."

Avi suddenly nodded his chin toward something in front of them. "Hey, ain't that your boy right there?"

Scott looked up ahead, and then within seconds he was running. "Oh shit."

Mitch was being held up against the shed where all the football equipment was kept, tears in his eyes as he tried to hold his hands out in front of his face for protection. 

Scott immediately threw the person onto the ground. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Mitch grabbed onto him gratefully, arms wrapping around Scott's neck in an instant. "Oh thank God, I couldn't reach my phone and I didn't know where you were, I had no idea how to reach you, or--"

Avi grabbed the person by the shirt to pull him up off the ground. "Yo, can I beat this dude up?"

Scott glanced back. "Do whatever you want. I don't give a shit."

Avi nodded quickly, a smile forming on his face. "Fuck yeah."

Scott turned Mitch away from the violence, and started walking away to head toward the school, hopefully to find a bathroom to help Mitch clean up.

Mitch followed him gratefully, holding Scott's hand tightly as he tried to calm his breathing down. 

Scott held each door open for him until they reached the locker room, and then Scott lifted him up to sit him on the sink. 

Mitch grabbed a paper towel. "I can do it myself, Scottie."

"Don't be silly. You have your anxieties about my safety, and I have mine about you." Scott snatched the paper towel from him, and then turned the sink on a little to get it slightly wet, before he brought it to Mitch's face to wipe a little of the dirt off.