Sex Ed - A Scomiche Fanfic.

Dear Diary - 5

IM SO SORRY YOU'VE ALL WAITED SO LONG FOR THIS UPDATE.

3:30pm, Thursday.

"I'm here." I mumbled, throwing my bag into the corner of the room.

"Mitch! I'm surprised you showed up." Scott smiled.

"Yeah... Well I have such busy schedule, you know? But I figured I would get in shit if I didn't come to these stupid tutoring lessons. Why am I even here? I know how sex works, the dick goes inside the-"

"Mitch. Take a seat." Scott chuckled. I did as I was told, and as Scott turned around to write something on the chalkboard, my eyes were almost instantly drawn towards his ass. He has a cute ass.

"So... Sex." Scott wrote on the chalkboard then turned around. I smirked my most seductive smile. Ugh, what am I even doing. He's engaged for gods sake. Engaged to a girl. 

"I have a question." I exclaimed. Scott looked up and nodded.

"Do you have a cat?" I asked. Scott shot me a 'what the fuck' look then laughed.

"I used to, why?"

"Was it by any chance a sphynx cat? Grey?"

"Sure was. How'd you know?"

"Well, I went to the pet store and adopted Mr Wyatt Blue Hoying." I smiled. I knew it was his. "How come you gave him back?"

"Ashley was allergic."

"Allergic? Ha! Sphynx cats have like 0% fur. How could she possibly be allergic?"

"Honestly, I don't know." He sighed. "I loved that cat. Take care of him."

"I will. So, how are things with you and Ashley?"

"Fine. They're fine." He mumbled with gritted teeth. He random pulled on the sleeve of his jumper. Like he was trying to cover something up on his arm.

"Yeahhhh, okay then." I scoffed. Fine my ass.

"Anyway, we should get on with todays lesson." He sighed.

"How did you two meet?"

"I don't see how any of this concerns you." He half smiled.

"What can I say, I'm curious."

"I'm not telling you."

"Why?"

"Because you already know. We spoke about it, when we first met. Remember?"

"Oh yeah. Sorry, I have a hard time remembering stuff." I mumbled.

"Mitch, I need to say something."He sighed again, WOAH. IS THIS WHERE HE CONFESSES HIS FEELINGS TOWARDS ME?

No.

"I've worked at many schools. I've met tons of kids like yourself. Okay? And, I'm not gay. I'm engaged to a woman. We're going to have children, a family, And that's just the way it is."

WHAT.

WHAT.

WHAT THE FUCK, SCOTT?

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU'RE KIDDING, SCOTT?" I yelled, he looked up, alarmed.

"What?"

"IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES YOU TELL YOURSELF YOU'RE NOT GAY WHEN YOU CLEARLY ARE. WHY CAN'T YOU JUST FACE THE TRUTH? YES, YOU'RE ENGAGED TO A WOMAN, BUT ARE YOU HAPPY? NO! YOU'RE NOT. WHAT ARE YOU SO AFRAID OF? ARE YOU ASHAMED? ARE YOU ASHAMED OF WHO YOU REALLY ARE? ARE YOU EMBARRASSED, SCARED OF WHAT PEOPLE WILL THINK OF YOU? WELL JUST LOOK AT ALL THE OTHER GUYS OUT THERE, WHO ARE OPENLY GAY. THEY, INCLUDING ME, HAVE THE BALLS TO COME TO TERMS WITH WHO THEY ARE. WHAT ARE YOU SO SCARED OF, SCOTT?" I shouted. Okay, maybe I was a little harsh.

"Because I'm afraid of doing something like this." He whispered, and slammed me against the classroom wall, passionatley kissing me. He quickly pulled away though, tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry." And he ran out of the classroom.