Mitch's P.O.V.

After Troye left the room, I hurried and grabbed my keys, rushing out the door before he could come back. I fought to control myself so that I could at least see to drive, but the tears just kept coming.

But I knew that I had to get out of the driveway before Troye noticed I was gone.

Still sobbing, I backed my car out of the driveway and slowly drove away, all the while keeping an eye out for Troye.

Just as I was about to turn the corner, I caught sight of him standing on the front porch.

He looked furious, but I wanted so much for him to be mad at himself for hitting me rather than at me. I bit my lip and made the turn, putting Troye out of sight.

Scott's P.O.V.

"Dad? Dad! Wake up! We gotta go home!" Simba shouted.

"Come on Mufasa!" I shouted back, sobbing. "You gotta get up!!"

I dipped my spoon back into the carton of rocky road that was positioned on my lap, still staring at the T.V.

My phone buzzed next to me. I grabbed the remote, pausing the movie, and wiped my eyes before checking the text message. It was from Mitch.

'I'll be home a little early. Troye was tired so he had to cancel.'

I sighed. I had forgotten about Mitch for a little while. And the mention of Troye had just made it hurt that much more. They had probably cuddled and did lots of other couple stuff before Troye cancelled.

'See ya here!:)' I replied with much more enthusiasm than I actually felt.

This sucked.

But I wasn't just going to mope around here 24/7, obsessing over a boy I couldn't have. I was going to have fun. And lots of it.

I shot out another quick text to Kirstie.

'Heeeey Kirst! Was wondering if you wanted to do something tomorrow?'

She replied within a matter of seconds.

'Sure Scotty! Whatcha have in mind?'

I thought for a second, then replied.

'How about movies? Ladies choice?'

'Sure thing! Sounds great! I'll text you the details! See ya then!:)'

I smiled as I locked my screen and unpaused the movie. This was exactly what I needed to take my mind off of Mitch. And I was going to enjoy every minute of it.