OMG I WROTE SO MANY... THE OTPS IN THIS CHAPTER! LET ME LIST THEM:

MEROME

LOGDOTMU

SKYTATO

SKYLOX

A Little BAJANSORCERER

I am fangirling because I love these ships. I ship Seto and Mitch like hardcore. JK Merome demolishes all.

Anyway, there is a new chapter today! And a new one-shot I wrote! It's called Infinity! Check it out!

Well, that's it. Enjoy the chapter!

Mitch POV

Team Crafted and friends had crowded into Ian's minivan. Surprisingly, the car could fit at least ten fully-grown men: Ian, the driver, and Quentin, in the passenger seat; Jason, Jerome, Tyler, and I squished into the middle row, and Ty, Brotato, Adam, and Seto barely squeezed in the back row.

Five minutes passed since we left the house.

"Are we there yet?!" Brotato shouted.

"Almost!" Ian cried out, not daring to take his eyes off of the road.

I begun chuckling, but Jerome nudged my arm and I stopped immediately.

"One question," Jason whispered to our row specifically, "Why are we all going to the theater?"

Jerome let out a short breath and replied back with complete confidence in his answer, "Cause Mitch is our friend and we wanna get back at that jag for messing with his girl."

"Ah… but why are all of us going?"

"Cause Mitch is our…" Jerome would have repeated his answer, but I placed my hand on his chest. He noticed this notion and paused mid-sentence.

"Are we there yet?!" Brotato shouted yet again from the back row.

"I think so!" Adam yelled along. Two seconds from slapping Brotato across the face, Adam's hand was pulled back by Ty. Ty's elbow hit the side of the car, making all of us shake. I held onto the handle of the door for support. Jerome held tightly onto my arm. I glared over at him, but dared to say anything about his intense grip.

"Are we there yet?" Quentin sarcastically questioned. Everyone, especially Adam, groaned. Instead of being annoyed, Jerome burst out laughing. Seto smirked and tapped me on the shoulder. I spun around to face my friend.

"Seems like Jerome has a new hobby," Seto told me.

I smiled at Jerome being himself and laughing at every little thing. "And what would that be?"

"Messing around with Adam."

Meanwhile, Adam had wrapped the palms of his hands around Jerome's throat. Tyler spent his energy prying the bony fingers off of the neck. Jason stretched around as well trying to help. Brotato struggled to pull Adam back, and Ty had been pushed into the side of the car, looking awfully uncomfortable.

"When are we gonna get to this theater place?!" Ty shouted from his seat, obviously bothered by Adam's reaction to Jerome.

"Guys stop fighting. It was only a joke," Quentin attempted to settle their differences, but his actions only interrupted Ian and brought the car to a sudden halt. We all jolted back, smashing everyone into the back of their seats, including Adam, who jumped at the action. Ty sighed and wiped his forehead. I glanced out the window, questioning why Ian had stopped.

"What's going on?" I queried, continuing to search the surroundings outside from the safety of my seat. Ian, however, opened his door, jumped out, and checked the passenger side of his car.

"Damn it!" I heard Ian scream.

"Hey, what's going on out there?" Tyler questioned.

"My question exactly," I whispered.

"Jason, check on Ian."

"Yeah…" Jason, being the closest to Ian's current location, unbuckled his seatbelt, slid open the door, and met up with Ian, who stood against the trunk of the car. I turned my head to see Ian becoming mad about something and Jason trying to calm him down. Quentin chose to exit the vehicle as well, entering their conversation.

"What is going on?" Brotato demanded. Being the closest to the trunk window, Adam caught all of the action and reported it to the rest of us. Apparently Ian had been mad about something Adam hadn't figured out and was yelling at Quentin and Jason. All of us knew that for sure.

"Anything new…?" Seto tried asking, but was interrupted.

"Wait!" Adam announced, his mouth wide open, "Who is that?" The group instantly spun around to find a figure advancing on Ian, Quentin, and Jason holding a bag of pins. Upon seeing the figure, Ian ran to punch it, but Quentin held him back. Ian struggled in Quentin's grasp. Jason, on the other hand, sped back to meet us in the car, out of breath.

"Jason…" Tyler inquired slowly, "What is happening?"

"Someone flattened Ian's tire…" What kind of maniac would purposefully flatten a tire to make a point? "And now there's this guy…" Jason paused, "Wait, what does this Scott dude even look like?"

My eyes widened and I sat still. My eyes darted towards Jerome, who saw the exact same thing, and acknowledged me with a fearful look. The figure, shaded by a black hoodie, stood directly behind Jason. Adam noticed our looks and spun around to find Quentin and Ian knocked out. He elbowed Seto, who motioned for me to exit the car and lift the seat for them. I slowly shook my head, afraid it would anger the figure.

Adam came to a realization and chuckled, "We're seven guys in a car! We can take out one bad guy!"

At this moment, Jason spotted the figure from a rear window and panicked. The figure knocked him out, leaving his unconscious body lying on top of Tyler.

"Jason!" Tyler cried, a single tear running down his cheek. He furiously glared up at the figure, who hadn't moved. "No one messes with Tyga and Jansen."

Tyler gently placed Jason on Jerome's lap and sprinted out of the car, pushing the figure down onto the ground. As the figure's body landed on the ground, I hurdled out of my seat and moved my chair out of the way so my friends in the back row could get out. As that was settled, Jerome followed my every move. I raced around the back of the car to find Tyler and the figure in a one-on-one fist fight.

"Tyler!" I screamed, grabbing Tyler by the shoulder and lifting him up. Jerome took Tyler's other shoulder and we managed to get him on his feet. Even with a bloody nose and a black eye, Tyler tempted to go back in for another fight. "Tyler!"

"Who is that?! He knocked out Jason!" Tyler gasped for breath, making a smaller attempt to pull his arm from my hand. In the fight, Tyler shoved off the figure's hoodie, revealing a beaten up face that flickered a memory in my head. That cocky sense of pride, the same hair style, and colorful tank top under the hoodie…

"That's Scott Teich," I whispered.

Tyler shook his head in disbelief. "Why did he knock out Jason and my friends?"

I shrugged. Why was Tyler mentioning Jason separately? Although that sparked interest, in the long run it didn't affect anyone. "Seems like he didn't want us to know something…" The one night when Ray came home crying, she denied telling me the details of what happened. Scott was there… she was with him, and he supposedly did stuff to her… "Oh god… I know…"

"I'm calling 911!" Brotato shouted, holding up his cell phone.

"What is it, Mitch?" Jerome questioned, returning to our conversation.

"Ray is keeping something from me. Something I should know but I don't."

Three and a half minutes of chaos passed until the ambulance came. On arrival, the workers hurried Scott, Ian, Quentin, and Jason into their cars, and fixed most of Tyler's wounds. To be honest, I was shocked that no other cars had passed by during the fight.

"Well," Jerome slid by my side and dropped Ian's keys into my hand, "We're heading to the hospital."

I nodded and walked towards the driver's seat of Ian's van.

"Mitch!" Jerome disrupted my thoughts.

"Yeah, biggums?" I questioned.

"Why do you think this keeps on happening? Like we're being side-tracked while the real action is going on?"

"I don't know, Jerome." I squinted my eyes due to the dying sun behind the suburban trees. "I don't know. I just don't want anyone to get hurt. I don't think anyone wants their friends to get hurt. Maybe that's why Ray isn't saying the whole truth. But I still love her… and you guys all love me… I really do love you guys… I love this experience in LA… and Team Crafted… Biggums… your my best friend. I love you, Jerome. Thank you. Please don't get hurt on me."

The others who hadn't gone to the hospital gathered inside the car as I started up the engine.

Ty gasped. I set the front mirror to focus on him, "What's wrong?"

"Where's Preston?"