Scomiche Short-Story Drafts (Purplechick's Unfinished Thoughts)

Draft 11- Virgin

Written in 2016 as a prompt to Wet Dreamz by J. cole

Scott watched as students who actually cared rushed pass him to their classes as the warning bell rang. He caught the attention of a group of girls while walking to his own class and threw a wink their way. This was his second week at this school and people were either talking about him, crushing on him, or couldn't care less. It was just the perks of being a new kid in a small town where everyone already knew everyone, but he appreciated those of the latter.

After taking his sweet time, Scott made it to his destination. Class had commenced and the teacher had already silenced the students with the threat of lunch detention if he heard a peep. The only sounds were to be that of papers shuffling, writing, and the annoying ticking of the clock. He walked into class five minutes late and earned an irritated look from the teacher.

"Hoying," he stated.

"That's my name, don't wear it out," he replied with a smirk and turned to walk down the aisle to his desk. Some students snickered and the teacher quieted them immediately, glaring harshly at the back of Scott's head.

Scott chose to sit behind the brunette that he'd caught the eyes of his first day after he told the teacher off for calling a student out over a wrong answer. The whole adults abusing their authority never sat right with him. Since that first day he earned the respect of the dark haired boy and the hate of that teacher. The rest seemed to like him just fine.

Scott sat in the back corner of the room against the wall and pulled out his things from his bag. He outstretched his legs to fit comfortably in the small desk and took a glance around. Realizing he wasn't sure what the assignment was, he tore a scrap paper from his notebook and scribbled down,

'Hey, angel. I just realized I have no idea what we are suppose to be doing, can you help me out?'

Trying his best to go unnoticed he folded the paper and reached forward tapping the boy on his shoulder with it. The boy jumped and peeked at what was touching him out the corner of his eye. Without turning around the brunette reached a hand up and grabbed it. Scott watched him as his head tilted up to look at the teacher before unfolding the paper. Scott couldn't see it, but he smiled and scribbled down a reply. Little brunette refolded the paper and reached over his shoulder, waiting for Scott to grab it back.

'That isn't my name for one. And two, we're suppose to be taking this time to study if we need it. You have beautiful handwriting btw.'

Scott just about grinned, feeling giddy before glancing around and composing himself. He felt required to write even neater. If that was possible.

'I still haven't managed to catch your name so I went off of your looks. An angel.'

He passed the note forward and watched the boy read it then turn to look behind him and raised his perfectly plucked brows. Scott shrugged and Mitch faced forward in his seat. The paper was returned a few seconds later. The smiles didn't leave either of their faces as the paper kept getting passed between the two.

'You're not so bad yourself, Scott. Not at all actually and thanx, but my name is Mitch.'

'Well thank you. How flattering that you know my name. And I enjoy calling you angel. I don't need the study time so if you don't either how about we play a question game for the heck of it?'

'Okay then, sure. Though, I doubt you wanna ask me questions for the heck of it. No intentions?'

'Nope. Just want to get to know you. Can I ask you what color my eyes are?'