High School Misfits [Gallavich]

Chapter Two: Defence Mechanisms

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"How was school little brother?" Mickey's older brother Iggy asked as he walked in that afternoon.

"What do you fucking think?" he said as he dumped his bag down on the couch and headed straight for the kitchen.

Mandy had gone to Karen's to do god knows what and Mickey was still in a bad mood from his classes.

"You could still drop out," Iggy said. "No one's forcin' you to be there."

"What so I can turn out just like you? Fuck that," he said and Iggy threw something at him from the living room.

"I ain't so bad when you get to know me."

"I beg to fucking differ."

Once Mickey had done making himself something to eat with just the scraps he could find in their bare kitchen he headed to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

His mind travelled back to his gym class, not that he wanted it to. He just couldn't get Ian fucking Gallagher and his perfect smile and tight-fitted shirt out of his head. It wasn't just that it was the first time he'd spoken him since lower school, it was how audacious he was, that he thought he could come in and correct his boxing position, thinking he knew anything more about it than Mickey did.

He grunted loudly, shoving the dresser aside and biting down on his lip. He needed a cold fucking shower.

He didn't take it, instead he mulled under the stream of hot water, one hand on the wall and his head hung between his shoulder blades. It wasn't the first time that Ian had crossed his mind when he'd been alone, it probably wouldn't be the last either.

He tried not to think of him more than that and for the most part it worked. It wasn't until he was sitting in his English class that he thought of him again.

Mickey sat alone up the back of the class, the seat beside him empty. Maybe it was because no one wanted to sit beside him, maybe he just got lucky, either way he liked having that extra bit of space.

They were about ten minutes into their lesson, not that Mickey was paying the teacher any attention. He was covering the reading list for the semester and Mickey didn't even plan to read the list.

There was a quick knock on the door and then Ian was poking his head through.

"Uh hey, sorry I'm late, only just got signed up," he said with a smile, hitching his backpack up higher on his shoulder.

"Well it's nice to have you with us Mr Gallagher," the teacher said, taking his forms off him. "You can take a seat."

As he looked around the room it occurred to Mickey that there was only one seat left empty in the class. He rolled his eyes as Ian walked over, looking over at him with an amused facial expression.

Mickey grunted, leaning over to take his bag out of the chair beside him.

"Yeah, yeah I got it," he mumbled.

"Thanks," he said.

"Whatever," Mickey said, going back to staring down at the blank paper in front of him.

He heard Ian scoff from beside him but he didn't look back up. His cheeks already felt hot at the sight of him. It was a little awkward to make eye contact with a guy you've pictured while jacking yourself off.

He caught glimpses of him throughout the class, through the careful use of a side glance or a stretch, and he seemed to be taking in everything that the teacher said. Mickey could care less about English; he hated the subject. Mostly because he only ever scraped a pass by the skin of his teeth, but also because he had never had an English teacher who didn't have a vendetta against him.