Mitch Match Novels & Stories

Femi cannot think that I like his girl, the tense relationship we already had between our parents is putting so much on our family that we cannot afford to be quarreling too. “Wacko?” I tilted my head at my best friend who rolled her eyes at me. “Of everything I said, trust your brain to pick that one out.” “So that’s the reason why you are trying you hand at matchmaking?” I asked as Tomi shrugged. “It seems to be enough reason for me.” Tomi said as I sighed. “You suck at it.” I tell her as she throws her chips at me. “Food fight?” I asked her. “NO, you child.” She admonished with a giggle. “Since I suck at it, why don’t you give it a try?”

And he still was. *** Our first road match came a few weeks later, and the whole way there Mitch was dropping not so subtle innuendos about getting to spend the night with me in a queen size bed. I leaned against her and lowered my voice as the team bus rolled down I-20 toward Tuscaloosa. "You realize we do have a match tomorrow. We'll have to conserve some energy." "We didn't conserve any energy last Friday night." Mitch shot me that wicked little look that made me tingle inside.

Mission accomplished again. While Kevin searched for a movie, Junie talked nonstop. She proudly told Graziel how she had won the spelling bee last year. Sometimes Kevin corrected her. "That's not what happened." "It is!" "You cried." "I did not!" "You did." "I only cried a little." Graziel laughed and even Kevin couldn't help laughing. The moment she heard his laugh, her heart started beating wildly again. I'm really hopeless, she thought. Thankfully, the movie finally started. Junie chose an animated movie. For the first twenty minutes, she talked through almost every scene.

* The fact that Mitch was still this possessive of her sent a dark ripple of possessiveness and irritation through Tarzan. “Hahaha!” Tarzan suddenly burst out laughing. “Does it hurt your ego that you don’t even know where her G-spot is?” “You motherfucker!” Mitch swung again, but this time Tarzan was ready. Tarzan ducked smoothly and drove a brutal uppercut into Mitch’s ribs. The impact lifted Mitch clean off his feet for a split second. Air exploded from his lungs as pain detonated like a bomb in his side. Mitch staggered backward, gasping desperately.

He turned to me, eyes searching for an explanation, clearly not prepared for this revelation. Mrs. Luciano also looked shocked. "Cynthia, you changed your college application? When did this happen?" I sighed, realizing I couldn’t keep this a secret any longer. I forced a small, apologetic smile and nodded. "Yes, Mrs. Luciano. I realized MIT was a better fit for me, so I switched my application. I’m sorry I didn’t mention it earlier." Ethan didn’t seem to believe me. He grabbed my shoulders, his grip uncomfortably tight. "But we applied to the same college together. Why would you suddenly change to another school?"

They ran in their ways as soon as we came here. I walked behind them. They both came back to me and shooted many things at me to buy for them. "You two are overlapping." They stared at each other. "Let's resolve it in our way." Mitch said to her and she nodded to him. I wonder what is their way. Suddenly, they started playing with stones, paper and scissors. No wonder where they get it from. At the end of the game, it looked like Mitch won the game. "I want to go to splash mountain."

They had only met a few days ago. Preparing for the auction had thrown them together, fast and messy. Mitch is a six-foot-four, broad-shouldered, dark hair falling just perfectly, Italian blood running through his veins god. And Lauren, tall, blonde, similar to a model. Sleek and sexy, every inch the soldier and the sister Mia trusted. Flirting had been subtle. A glance here. A smirk there. Words loaded with double meaning and sexual tension. But time? There wasn’t time. Not really.

Rhode mumbles as he shuffles his legs out of his pants. "Oh yeah? What's that?" I ask with a small giggle as the pants shimmy themselves to the floor. "Mitch made us go see strippers. He wanted to see one last pair of tits in real life before he spent the rest of his life with Sarah's." He confesses with a frown. I furrow my brow, that's a gross side of Mitch I didn't need to know about. And he promised me no strippers, what the hell?

I whispered. We stopped at a red light. My gaze caught on a billboard the size of a building. It shimmered, transitioned—and suddenly, the word blazed across the screen in white fire: LUNARIS. A high-end nightclub. The most elite. The kind only the rich, powerful, and probably criminal could enter. Even back downtown, Lunaris was a fantasy, the kind of place people dreamed of making enough money just to glimpse. The ad shifted. And then his face appeared.

It was just a single line encapsulated in a little pop-up, but it completely sucker punched me in the gut: You have 1 new message: Ms. A [9:25] : Yeah, something came up. Later tonight?