The time has finally arrived and I was finishing getting ready. Troye didn't answer me but I was sure he'd pick me up and we'd go there. I picked my blue flower jacket, my blue&pink shirt and black jeans, along with some fancy shoes (**chapter photo**). My hair was with the side fringe and I didn't apply any foundation of anything, I wanted to go natural: that's how Avi likes. Well, I tried my best to look good and, checking myself in the mirror, I must admit:
I looked fucking good.
I ran downstairs and I noticed my Grandma was still awake, chatting with the maids.
"Mitchell!" she looked at me with her eyes bugged out as she saw what I was wearing. "That's too colorful for a boy."
"Grandma please, no need to give me a speech." I rolled my eyes. "I'm going to a party. Don't wait for me!" I looked like a 15 year old teen giving an excuse to go drink with his boyfriend.
"Please Mitchell, don't get drunk and..."
"Grandma please!" I growled. "I'll see you tomorrow" I smiled at her and, waving at her, I left the house. I looked for Troye's car and I found it parked next to the main gate. I think he had just arrived, though.
"Since I had nothing to do, I decided to be the private driver of my new friend." he smiled and I slapped his arm, gently. "Ready?" I nodded and he drove.
His car was a white Range Rover, I didn't know how he had two different vehicles but I didn't ask him anything. Mainly because every time I want to drive a luxurious car, I had to jack it.- thoughts of a criminal: on.
I gave him the address and he said he knew the place.
Between conversations and flirts... Yes, Troye was politely flirting with me but I ignored it all. After all, I think I had made it clear that I only want his friendship.
We finally arrived at the place, crowded like hell.
"Well, I'll just leave you here and I'll get on my way. If you need a ride home then call me!"
"No. You're staying with me. After all, you'd have fun." I said, as he thought of what I just said.
"Okay then, I'll stay!" he said and I crossed our arms.
I heard no car noises whatsoever, but the smell of pot was circling the air. Troye didn't seem to mind it, though.
I saw the guys at the distance: everyone but Scott and Dice. Avi approached me and pulled me closer to everyone.
"Hey guys!" I said, greeting everyone one by one.
"Who's the man?" Esther asked, smirking at me while the guys arched their eyebrows at her.
"I'm Troye, I'm Mitch's friend." Troye said, greeting Esther.
"Scott won't like to see him here, Mitchell." Alex said, to which I showed him my middle finger.
"The Scott?" Troye asked.
"That's the one." I said and he remembered the talk we had on Starbucks. "And where is he, anyways."
"Getting ready for the race." Avi said.
"Race?" Troye said and I nodded. "Cool, I used to do that a lot during high school." he said and everyone looked at him. That was the worst thing he could possibly said. Not that it was bad choice of words, but the guys would know what he's been into.
"You like it?" Kevin asked and Troye nodded.
We ended up chatting a lot, Troye seemed to be enjoying the guys even not knowing they were dangerous criminals. I was a bit anxious and nervous because I still hadn't seen Scott. Not even Esther saw him.
"Not enjoying it, Mitch?" Troye asked, sitting next to me. "Your friends seem really cool."
"Yeah." I smiled and he rested his arm on my shoulders. "Troye, please." I said, shyly. He smiled and I looked over just to see Scott with an angry face, his breathing seemed heavy and with an "uncodeable" look. By his side there was that bitch Dice, dressed with the exact same colors as me. He was wearing black with his favorite snapback, the leopard printed one. I quickly removed Troye's arm and stared at Scott.
"Mitch, for Christ's sake get up." Esther said, pulling me and Troye followed along. Scott and Dice joined the group and Scott stared at Troye with a weird, angry look, that only frightened me more.
"Mitch, why are you here?" Dice asked, resting her chin on Scott's shoulder.
"I can't bark." I said, raising an eyebrow and she looked at me, confused. "Oh wait, the only one who should be in the dog pound is you. Bitch." I crossed my arms and heard Alex and Kevin laughing in the back. Scott was quiet the whole time, he just stared at me and rubbed his hands against each other.
"Why can't you just get over it?" Dice said, passing her hand along Scott's shoulder.
"I'll only get over it when I destroy you." I said, walking towards her and I feel hands surrounding my waist. Troye.
"You're better than that, Mitch." he whispered in my ear while I looked at them. Scott was in the edge of bursting from rage, his hands clutched into fists while I stood in front of Troye.
"Your friend, Mitch?" Scott said between his teeth.
"Yes, I'm his friend." Troye said, placing himself in front of me. "You must be Scott." he arched his eyebrow as Scott looked at him, grinding his teeth. Esther quickly pulled my arm and took me to a corner.
"You are completely insane by bringing Troye here, Scott's almost killing him just by staring." She said, holding my arm tight, which I freed myself and walked back to the group.
"Funny, right Scott?" When I asked you to talk, you didn't." I placed myself in front of Troye again and faced Scott. "And now you're clutching your fists and with that angry look on your face? Oh, I get it. When you're with the gang, you just wanna be badass, right honey?" When you're next to that bitch you wanna try to be a "real" man? When I slapped you, you didn't even say a word." I heard Avi clapping in the back. "Why didn't you man up and just released all your anger on me on that night?" Scott listened to me and didn't say a word. Again. "Don't you even dare looking at me like that, and don't even dare look at Troye." I said. I saw Scott quickly raising his hand at me, to which Troye stepped forward and grabbed his fist, they were both staring at each other, Alex and Kevin carefully watching and Esther reactionless.
"Don't even." Troye said, smiling sarcastically at Scott. "I think there are other people who deserve a slap other than Mitch." he said while raising an eyebrow at Dice.
"Let go of me." Scott said, his face building up with anger. Troye let him go nice and easily, Scott just looked at me while Troye held my hand and pulled me to a bench, about seven steps again from there.
We sat down and I pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up.
"Thanks." I smirked.
"No problem, short one." he laughed and I rolled my eyes.
"Please be a little less cliche." I said and he pet my shoulder, like I needed it.
"You still like him, don't you?" he said while we heard Anamanaguchi playing from far away, I looked over and stared at Scott, who stared back while Dice left kisses all over his neck.
"He's... important."
"HEY MITCH!" I heard Alex yelling and running towards us. I looked at him. "Your friend needs to race." he said and Troye smiled.
"Why? Can't somebody else do it?" I asked.
"Scott's racing as well and he wants his opponent to be Troye." Alex pointed at Scott, who smirked at us.
"Sure, no problem!" Troye said.
"No! He's not going, tell Scott to release his rage on someone else."
"Mitch!" Troye said, sighing. "I like this, no need to be overprotective." He got up but I quickly grabbed his arm. "Don't fight me."
"Why does everyone tell me that?!" I rolled my eyes and let him go. When we were closer to the group, Avi started talking.
"You can choose one partner to go with you." he laughed. "Except Esther. She's my partner." he smiled maliciously at her.
"Well.... maybe Mitch?" Troye said and I smiled. Scott looked at me and I arched my eyebrow.
"We-well, I g-guess..."
"Of course, Troye!" I said. "You wouldn't deny that pleasure to your friend, would you?"
******
We were all inside our cars, they were taking this way too seriously. Troye chose a blue car while Scott chose the yellow one with black marks on the back. Kevin and Alex both picked a black one and stood in the middle of us.
Everyone gathered around the cars. People were screaming and screaming but they would only scream Scott's name. Me and Troye smiled at each other, agreeing not to care about it.
"To the end of the road and back!" Avi yelled while we were already inside the car. I begged Esther for a gun and she eventually handed one to me. I obviously hid it from Troye, I couldn't let him see this.
"I'm doing this for you, okay?" He said, smiling and I nodded. He then kissed my cheek and I looked over at Scott's car: he quickly pulled Dice for a kiss. How classy of him. I didn't care though, I laughed at the lack of courage he has to actually do that in front of everyone.
The engines were loud and I adjusted myself to the car seat, I smiled at him and, as we heard the "GO!" Avi yelled, Troye starting speeding up. The noise was horrible, but it was all worth it just to show Scott that just because he thinks he's a big-shot, it doesn't quite make him a big-shot. Kinda makes him look sad.
What a cliche: pissing off the one I love.
To be continued...