Well...
I'm the worst person ever.
I don't even focus in my stories anymore.
I'm surprised WattPad hasn't demanded me to leave yet.
Take this as an apology.
I understand if you don't want to read this anymore.
Love you.
WARNING: mentions of suicide, unplanned pregnancy, mentions of abuse
Scott never ran this fast to anyone's house before.
All he knew was that Kirstie needed his help.
Now.
He almost tripped on the steps, but he managed to maintain his balance when he went to the door. He knocked on the door firmly, waiting patiently until someone opened the door. There, on the other side, was Kirstie.
"Oh, Kirstie," Scott murmured, wrapping his arms around the small girl. She sobbed onto her friend's shoulder, gripping onto his shirt tightly. "Did you try multiple tests?"
Kirstie nodded, unable to answer as another sob ripped out of her chest. Scott walked her back inside, making sure the couch was comfortable before setting her down. Scott kissed her temple gently, putting his hand on her back to comfort. Kirstie cried some more, not being able to speak for an hour or so. When she family had the ability to, she sniffed and wiped her eyes. She was unable to look at Scott, not wanting to look at his eyes.
He's probably judging me.
"I'm pregnant, Scott. I'm pregnant and I'm scared." Kirstie whimpered, her hand on her stomach. Scott nodded, wanting to take his friend's pain away. "And after Alyssa...killed herself, I found out. I thought I was just sick, but no. Jeremy and I are having a child."
"Oh." Scott replied, not knowing how to react. How are you supposed to react in these situations? "Well, um, do you know why?"
"It's either because I wasn't on the pill yet or the condom broke." Kirstie mumbled, snorting because shaking her head. "It's ironic. Condom girl gets pregnant because of broken condom. I can't believe this is happening. I'm only in high scho-"
Scott shushed her, hugging her once more as she became overwhelmed. Kirstie sighed, just accepting the warm hug. Scott makes everything better. He really does.
"Does anyone else know?"
"No, only you."
Scott nodded, grabbing the remote to the T.V. only to have Kirstie hold his hand. She held onto it longer than usual, Scott wanting to take it away. It felt...
Weird.
He didn't like it.
Sure, Kirstie is his friend, but it just feels wrong. He's gay and she's dating someone, the man of her child.
Kirstie can't like Scott.
Right?
"Let's just talk." Kirstie spoke softly, fluttering her long eyelashes. Her contacts were out, her hazel eyes clear of anything that hid her real beauty. "You have to be with me if something happens to Jeremy. I need you."
"I-I do-don't understand." Scott managed to get out, wanting nothing more than to go to Mitch's house. The poor boy needs him. "I need to go back to Mitch. He ne-"
"He doesn't need you, he wants you." Kirstie pointed out, pulling at Scott's shirt. Scott yelped when Kirstie pulled him to look straight at her her, his eyes wide as she got closer. "I need you."
Scott was about to ask what the blonde meant when he felt a pair of lips on his own, widening his eyes when he realized that Kirstie is kissing him.
Kirstie is kissing him.
The blonde kissed him gently and even though be tried to fight back, he couldn't help but like it. It just felt...
Right.
He didn't know why, but he didn't feel like this with Mitch.
He honestly doesn't know why he likes it. It feels amazing.
He made the kiss more rough, gripping onto Kirstie's hair as they made out. Kirstie smiled, forgetting all her problems.
Truth is, she really liked Scott. Sure, she understood that he's gay and that Mitch is dating him, but she wanted to date him. She wouldn't call that jealously.
She would call it just wanting to get what you want.
They stopped making out, breathing heavily as they looked at each other, Kirstie wiping her lipstick off before speaking.
"We have to date until this baby comes, Scott. We have to."
Scott nodded.
~~~
When Mitch woke up, he wanted nothing more than to just go back to sleep. Alyssa was a great friend of his and now she's gone. It's not fair.
"Mitch, breakfast is ready." Candace spoke softly, poking her head around the door. Mitch nodded, not wanting to get put of bed as he stared at nothing in particular. "You have to go to school. I'm so sorry."
Mitch shrugged, sitting up as he stretched his body. Scott left yesterday and never came back like he promised. Something about Kirstie and a rough situation. Mitch hoped everything was okay.
He couldn't imagine what Kirstie was going through.
Mitch just walked downstairs in his pajamas, not caring about dressing up. He was too lazy to get out of his comfortable nightwear anyway. Mrs. Olusola smiled at her son, putting a gentle hand on his back. She frowned when he flinched, bringing her hand back to her side. She hated how her family had to suffer like this.
Alyssa is gone and Kevin is in rehab.
Alyssa was a longtime friend and now she's gone.
Life is horrible and Mrs. Olusola just wanted what was best for her children.
"Kids, you do not have to go to school today if you don't want to." She murmured softly, getting a 'mmph' from Kellen. Candace spoke up softly, her voice cracking as she talked.
"They're holding a memorial service type of thing at school today. I would like to to go if that's okay."
"That's fine." Mrs. Olusola replied, looking over at Mitch. He was the only one who didn't respond, his head on the table and arms on his lap. "Mitch, honey? Are you going to school?"
Mitch shook his head, standing up to walk to his room. As he was thinking about this whole ordeal, he couldn't help but wonder about one thing.
Suicide.
What even is suicide?
He knew that it was intentionally killing yourself, but there is more to it.
He then realized that suicide is far more than just a handful of pills or feeling the wind blow through your hair as you jumped from a building.
It's the crush you had on someone that rejected you and humiliated you in front of their friends.
It's the football player who mocked you and bullied you all throughout high school.
It's the friend that stabbed you in the back and said they didn't like being your friend in the first place.
It's the marks that were left on you after a parent's drunk night.
It's the criticism you get just for missing a few points of a test and your parents shame you for it.
Mitch just wanted to know what happened to Alyssa.
What did she go through to make her come to this moment?
Every option he thought of broke his heart even more and tears slipped down his cheeks. A sob managed to leave his mouth, Mitch covering his mouth as fast as he could. He hopped into bed and started to cry heavily, wanting nothing more than to be held by his old friend.
Alyssa can't be gone. She's alive.
Mitch's mind repeated this multiple times, to the point where he believed it. He smiled to himself, giggling as closed his eyes.
Alyssa is at home. She is getting ready for school. She's alive and she's well.
Rachel was gone now. Since she is gone, Alyssa was the only thing that took over Mitch's mind. Despite every bruise, mark, and cut that decorated Mitch's skin, Rachel was a thing from the past.
Alyssa will make him happier and better.
Mitch began to sleep, forgetting all about how Alyssa is dead.
Alyssa is alive. She is perfectly okay.
~~~
Sara couldn't help but notice something.
Something suspicious.
Scott and Kirstie were more close than usually, giggling at every little thing they had to say to each other. Sara shook her head, tapping Avi's shoulder gently. Her boyfriend looked over, nodding as to say that he was listening carefully. Sara smiled then frowned again, clearing her throat before speaking.
"Have you noticed that something is going on between Scott and Kirstie? There's something going on."
"Oh?" Avi asked, looking over at his friends. Kirstie put her head on Scott's shoulder, quickly moving it back up when Jeremy sat down next to her. "I mean, I don't think so. Kirstie did move quickly when Jeremy came back though. I'm not sure. Let's just see."
Sara nodded, but she knew that in Kyah terms that meant: see what that means so I will prove everyone wrong.
"Well, I'm going now, babe. I love you." Kirstie murmured, kissing Jeremy gently. Jeremy smiled, kissing Kirstie back just as gently. "Come on, Scott. Let's go."
Sara raised an eyebrow, wondering where they were going. Kirstie and Scott didn't have any classes together until choir. They couldn't be in classes together. Sara knew their schedules like the back of her hand.
Hey, who could blame her? She loved acting like a detective. Don't blame her.
She snuck behind Kirstie and Scott, putting on her hoodie so they wouldn't recognise her. She raised her eyebrow once more that day when they walked into a classroom, Scott's hand on Kirstie's back. They smiled at each other, looking around once more before Scott closed the door.
That was when Sara walked up to the closed door.
She looked inside, squinting a bit to see what they were doing. The windows were tinted because teachers wanted their students to pay attention and they didn't want random people waving at them through the windows.
Thus, tinted windows.
It was hard at first, but Sara was able to see what they were doing.
And she never gasped so loudly before.
There, on the desk, was Scott and Kirstie.
Heavily making out on the teacher's desk.
Scott's hand were tangled in Kirstie's hair, his hair wild as he tried to kiss Kirstie deeper. Kirstie was pulling at Scott's shirt, separating herself from the kiss.
And that was all Sara could watch.
She turned away from the door, jumping when the bell rang. She ran, hoping that Scott or Kirstie wouldn't see her. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried to get the image out of her head, but it was impossible.
Scott and Kirstie are cheating with each other.
Jeremy and Mitch are going to be heartbroken.
She was about to go into the bathroom when someone stepped in front of her, making her stop. She was crying quietly, refusing to show her face to anyone.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
Avi was in front of her, his green eyes concerned as he looked at his girlfriend. Sara shook her head, unable to speak as she sobbed into his shirt. Avi only held his girlfriend and hoped that nothing happened.
They didn't deserve this.
Hopefully nothing else bad will happen.
Little did they know, their story was about to begin.
A/N: I didn't say that this was a Scömìche story.;) There is so much going on and I'm excited. Anyways, I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter and remember that I love you all.:)
-Maddie🐶💕🎤