High School Drama

Part 9

Scott POV

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I swear if this weekend was all a dream I'm gonna be so pissed.

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Yeah. Yeah. It's Monday, I know.

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"Ok, shut up!" This alarm I swear.

"Did you call, Scottie?" I heard my mom's voice and smiled instantly.

"No, sorry! But I'll be down in a minute."

She finally started talking to me again and guess what? She apologized. For everything. She told me she still loved me and she would support me through everything. She just had to take a few days to let it sink in.

The Monday after a perfect weekend was normally a hung-over one but not this time. My mom stopped ignoring me and I had a real life boyfriend. I think. It sounded too weird to call Mitch my boyfriend.

I showered and got ready as fast as I could. Today was a recording breaking day. Walking through the school doors, I could see it now:

Scott Richard Hoying in school one whole minute before the bell rang... on a Monday.

Mitch POV

"What's gay boy doing here?" Their dumb laughs surrounded me.

"Shut up, dickheads." Slamming my locker shut I walked down the hall towards the English classroom for my detention. I felt a little intimidated, not because I couldn't fight them or anything, but because I recognized one of their voices.

"Where are you going? Off to meet your boyfriend?" That voice made me sick to my stomach. Why did it seem so familiar?

"No and would you kindly fuck off." I sounded confident but there was a group of them and I felt a little scared at how close they were getting.

Because it was lunch everyone else was getting food and sitting on tables outside so the silence in the hallway made their whispers audible. "Go get changed for practice, I got this." I heard it loud and clear so I started to walk faster, I swear the hallway was never ending. Painfully slow footsteps echoed off of the walls from behind me, sending shivers down my spine.

"Just me and you now, Mitch." I stopped and turned towards the voice. How did he know my name?

"What? You don't remember me?" Looking at his face, I recognized his dark eyes but didn't know where from. He took a few large steps towards me and I felt myself sink under his stare.

"Maybe this will help."

And then my world stopped.

It happened too quickly.

The second he finished his sentence I felt the metal locker against the back of my head. As soon as my head hit the locker his lips were on mine. And the moment I felt his dry lips was the moment I realized who he was.

"Get... off." I tried to push him and to talk but neither worked. I've kissed this guy three times and each time it got worse. I felt like I was eating an ashtray and this time I compared him in every way to Scott.

Scott's kisses started sweet and soft and his lips moved slowly. This guy just forced his mouth and tongue onto me without any thought. Scott gently touched my cheek and ran his other hand along my side. This guy pinned my arm to my side and held my body against the metal. Thoughts of Scott filled my mind and I felt guilty even though I knew he wouldn't blame this on me.