Hello.

...From the other siiiiiiide.

Sorry.

Heres Chapter 3. Boom.

Also... (nothing to do w/ the story)

#GoodbyeDeanneAdams

I wish her the best of luck and support her decision 100%.

(I luv ha)

Go leave her a nice message.

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' Each group will pick a play or musical. I will give you three scenes from them. Each group member will get a character. You can decide them between your group. Everyone must have lines and/or songs. You will have the next four weeks to learn and perfect the scenes. Performances will be the week starting the 19th. Good luck. '

The students read the sheet and began the task. Mitch felt a little unneeded for the lesson so left them to it.

He obviously told them he was leaving and put some of the responsible ones in charge. He put a few of them in charge of watching Brandon too, just to be sure.

He wandered the halls until he was outside the English rooms. He looked in to see all the kids working silently, it was quite shocking.

Mitch knocked on the door just to see why the class was so quiet of course, definitely not to see Mr.Wright.

"Well, well, well. Mr.Grassi, what are you doing here?"

The teacher left the room shutting the door behind him and then the two then leaned against the wall.

"Got bored." Mitch replied shrugging his shoulders and playing with the buttons on Mr.Wright's shirt. "Maybe you could entertain me."

He bit his lip seductively, looking up through his eyelashes.

Travis groaned and looked through the window of his classroom.

"Miiiitch. I've got a class."

Mitch wasn't giving up. The shorter man pushed closer to him and pouted.

Travis rolled his eyes at Mitch's enthusiasm.

"Fine. Give me five minutes."

Mitch smiled and made his way to their supply closet.

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"Don't tell Kirst. She would literally stab me."

Another wine night with Mr.Grassi and Mr.Hoying.

This time it was going to include Miss.Maldonado, if she would ever arrive.

"I can't believe you got away with it again. Some mission impossible shit going on with you two."

Scott laughed into his hand at his own statement. Mitch just rolled his eyes.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Kirstaaaay!"

"Scottaaaaaay!"

The trio was complete.

The evening soon turned into night as many many drinks were consumed.

"We could have a sleepover. Just like the old days!"

Mitch shouted over the music. Beyonce was blaring from his speakers at a noise the neighbours were probably loving.

"To the bedroom!"

Mitch jumped on Scott's back as they ran upstairs.

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"But, like, what if this is all a dream? We might not even be real."

Scott was in some weird state of mind. Mitch and Kirstie were slightly concerned with some of the things leaving his mouth.

"What if one day I wake up and I'm a bear or something?"

Mitch laughed at the image of Scott waking up as a big, hairy man.

And yes, he did know Scott was actually talking about the animal but it was still funny to think about.

"Come one, Dipdot. Think it's time to sleep now."

Kirstie pushed him down onto his pillow slowly. His eyes were wide and he looked so confused.

"Sleep, babes."

He shut his eyes and then finally fell asleep.

"Can we play truth or dare?" Kirstie sat bolt upright and asked with a gasp.

Mitch was a little more sober than she was and didn't really want to play games at 2am.

"Just us two?" He asked.

"Yep."

Mitch thought for a moment.

"Ok then."

Mitch decided he could deal with a few rounds. He may have been more sober than Kirstie but that didn't mean he wasn't tipsy.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare." She answered.

"Lick my foot."

He stuck his foot to her head and she shrugged.

"Kinky." Kirstie mumbled quietly, licking the sole.

"Ew. Please never say that again. My turn!"

He put his foot back down and waited for the question.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to wear eyeliner to school tomorrow."

Being drunk she didn't realise that Mitch would be really on board with the idea.

"Yas! Oh my god. I'm going to your office in the morning for you to do it."

"Wow, ok."

Kirstie thought he was a little too excited for eyeliner. Also there was a lot of pressure now for her to actually make it look half decent the next morning.

"Truth or dare?" Mitch asked.

"Truth."

"Who's better at kissing, me or Scott?"

She thought back to her high school days of dating both of them. It was weird to think about and she found it hard to answer. They were very different.

"You kissed really softly but Scott was all dirty."

Mitch was surprised she remembered so well. Thinking about Scott kissing dirty gave him some nice visuals though.

"You kissed me because you had to but Scott kissed me because he liked it."

They both looked down at Scott who was still passed out on the floor.

Neither of them knew his sexuality and they were pretty sure he didn't know himself.

"Truth or dare?" She asked.

"Truth." Mitch answered immediately.

"If you had to choose between fucking me or Avi who would you pick?"

Again? Again with this Avi shit? Mitch must be sending off some vibes today or something.

He was disgusted by those mental images. Mitch was definitely not picking Avi.

"What the hell, Kirstie! That's really gross."

"Answeeeer. Me or Avi?"

But then he thought about straight sex. Straight sex with Kirstie.

He shivered.

"I guess I'd pick Avi." He mumbled hating to admit it.

Kirstie smirked and wriggled her eyebrows.

"Girl, shut up." He hit her arm playfully and led down.

Mitch fell asleep that night dreaming of him and Avi having sex.

It was interesting.