Finally, friday.
"Good morning class, I am going to make some rounds around the room to see how you and your partner's are progressing-" the middle aged teacher was cut off by Mitchie making a late entrance into class.
"Glad you could fit us into your busy schedule Torres, have a seat." He instructed as he watched Mitchie enter the class room. Mitchie grumbled something at him before taking her seat next to Alex.
"Glad to see that you are still as pleasant as ever to everybody." Alex whispered as their teacher returned to their speech.
"Funny." Mitchie whispered sarcastically. Alex felt a pair of eyes on her and looked up to see Miley's gaze burning into her. She looked away sheepishly and gazed out the window. Mitchie noticed Alex's sudden discomfort and looked over towards Miley, sending her a death glare. When Miley turned around, Mitchie returned her attention to Alex and placed her hand on her leg. Alex snapped her head towards Mitchie at the sudden touch.
"Are you okay?" Mitchie whispered, removing her hands. Alex let out a breath that she wasn't aware that she was holding.
"I'm fine, I just really don't want to be here." Alex replied quietly as not to draw attention from both Miley and the teacher. Mitchie nodded and frowned, she had a sudden overwhelming urge to slap Miley off her chair.
Mitchie laid on her bed, listening to the rain fall down heavy on her roof. She was just starting to fall asleep when she heard a tapping on her window. She snapped her head up and looked at her window, not sure whether or not she was imagining it. Her thoughts were answered when she heard another more urgent tap on her window. She got out of bed and opened her window and was surprised when a soaking wet Alex climbed through her window. She had her hood on, covering her face.
"You know, you can use the front door." Mitchie pointed out, not that she minded Alex climbing through her window at 10:30 at night, it was just like the movies. Mitchie smiled at her train of thought but noticed that Alex hadn't said a word. Mitchie frowned and put her hand on Alex's shoulder in an attempt to get her attention. She was surprised when Alex practically jumped away from Mitchie's touch.
"Alex, what's wrong?" Mitchie asked, both concerned and confused by Alex's unusual behaviour.
"Can I stay here tonight? My parents are both on night shift and I don't want to be alone." Alex whispered finally, still refusing to look up at her new friend. Mitchie took a step closer to Alex and was relieved when Alex didn't back away again. She slowly reached up to remove Alex's hood and was too slow at holding in her gasp when she saw the bleeding split lip that Alex was currently sporting.
"Alex! What happened?" Mitchie almost yelled as she cupped Alex's cheeks to properly analyse her lip.
"I slipped." Alex quietly lied. Mitchie frowned and knew her friend was lying. Mitchie became really angry.
"She did this, didn't she. I'm going to kill her, just wait until I get my hands on her the little c-" Mitchie's angry rambles and angry pacing was cutt of by Alex's hand on her wrist. Mitchie looked down at the contact feeling a sense of calm before meeting Alex's gaze.
"It's okay Mitch, don't worry about it." Alex said quietly. Mitchie was bewildered at Alex's statement but chose to stay silent as she disappeared into her bathroom...reappearing with a first aid kit and a towel. She put it on her bed side table before disappearing into her closet and returning once again with some dry clothes.
"Here." Mitchie said as she handed them to Alex. Alex uncrossed her arms and thanked Mitchie. Alex began to undress, catching Mitchie completely offguard.
"I-uh-i'm going to...get us a drink." Mitchie stuttered as she made a quick exit, Alex smirked with satisfaction.
When Mitchie returned with two glasses, she found Alex sitting on her bed gazing out of the window. Mitchie sat down infront of her and reached for the first aid kit, taking out a gauze and disinfectant. She lifted the gauze and began to clean Alex's cut, causing her to wince in pain.
"I'm sorry." Mitchie frowned, not liking to cause her friend further pain.
"It's okay. Thanks...for everything." Alex said, slightly embarassed.
"What are friends for?" Mitchie joked, trying to lighten to mood. Alex smiled in response, and Mitchie finished cleaning up Alex's cut.
She looked at Alex expectantly and Alex knew what Mitchie wanted to know.
"She saw us talking...and your hand on my leg." Alex said, finally caving. Mitchie was both taken aback and further angered.
"And that is an invitation to lay her hands on you?" Mitchie said angrily. Alex stayed silent, suddenly finding Mitchie's floor exceptionally interesting.
"Alex...you can't stay with her." Mitchie said angrily.
"I can't leave her Mitchie, look, it's complicated." Alex said desperately. She didn't want to talk about it anymore but she knew Mitchie wasn't going to drop it.
"She will literally kill me if I even thought about leaving her, and it's not like anybody else would ever love me. Look at me, I'm pathetic and disgusting." Alex said sadly. Mitchie's eyes widened in shock.
"Is that what she said?" Mitchie asked angrily. Alex nodden in response.
"And you believe her?" Mitchie asked flatly. Alex merely nodded again in response. Mitchie cupped Alex's face, forcing her to look at her.
"Alex, that is not true at all. You have to believe me. I know we have literally known each other a week, but I feel like I have known you my whole life. You are beautiful and incredible, and anybody would be lucky to have you in their life. Miley doesn't deserve you." Mitchie explained to Alex, desperately needing her to believe her. Alex gave Mitchie a small smile, and received a smile in return. The girls hadn't moved from their previous position, and Mitchie had suddenly became aware that she was glancing down at at Alex's lips, feeling a desire to kiss them. Becoming increasingly confused by this she pulled away from Alex, and climbed under the blankets, gesturing to Alex for her to do the same. Alex fell asleep with her nose mere millimeters from Mitchie's. Mitchie's head was spinning with confusion about the moment she had before. She finally fell asleep, not any less confused.