*MITCHS POV*
"I look like a dork Kirstin" I complained for the thousandth time, my best friend wasn't having it though. She was all about this school spirit thing we had going on and of course she made us both actually take part in the schools Pjama day.
"Are you comfy though?" She asked.
"Not really" I complained again.
"Hey come on" she smiled "Avis going to be in a dinosaur onesie and that's something I'd have paid decent money to see".
"You'd pay decent money just to see him" I teased her playfully, everyone in the school knew about her crush on Kaplan.
"Shut up Mitch" she sighed "like you don't constantly stare at hoying" . I almost spat out the sip of coffee I was drinking when she said this.
"Hoying?!" I laughed "as in Scott Hoying?!".
"I've seen the way you look at him, he's hot, blonde and a football player. Exactly your type Mitchie".
"Kirstin-" she cut me off.
"I see the way you two flirt with eachother".
"I've never once laid eyes on that jock he's cute an all but nah. He's a little bit too masc for me babe".
"Lies" Kirstin smiled "everyone knows he has the biggest crush on you.. And I bet you have a class with him today".
"shut up" I rolled my eyes at her as we walked down the hallways and parted ways for our first classes .
Kirstie wasn't wrong when she said I had a class with him today, I had first period English with him, and I sat next to him. Completely to my surprise Scott was actually dressed in pjamas.
The jocks were of course expected to make an effort for spirit week but usually they'd just wear a pair of football pjamas or something. Not Scott though he was wearing a slightly oversized rillakuma onesie which made him look 20x more broad and muscular than he already was . As well as having the hood up so you could see the little ears on the top, making him look cuter than he already was. The light brown onesie extenuated the bloodless of his hair and the blue in his eyes and god damn he looked hot .
"Hey Mitch" he smiled as I sat down next to him. I looked over to him confused before replying.
"Hey" .
"I uh-" Scott cut himself off for a minute and stared into space.
"What?".
"You look cute" he said , with a slightly sarcastic tone to his voice.
"Oh my god shut up" I told him , burying my head in my hands.
"What?" He asked confused, a sudden look of panic on his face as if he'd done something wrong.
"Kirstin made me wear this I look gross" I was wearing an old onesie . It was supposed to be a rabbit but Kirstin had worn it so much when she slept at my house that you couldn't really tell anymore.
"Well you're still the cutest..." He trailed his sentence off.
"Rabbit" I finished his sentence for him.
"You're still the cutest rabbit I've ever seen" he smiled proudly as if he had accomplished something.
"Wow yours truly Scott hoying flirting with a non sporty Twink" I winked at him and he blushed , trying to come up with an accurate response.
"I-I wasn't flirting" , an even brighter shade of pink spreading across his cheeks.
"Whatever you say big boy" I leaned over and squeezed his muscle through his onesie and he blushed even more. His cheeks resembled a tomato.
I didn't know what had gotten into me all of a sudden, I told Kirstie 5 minutes ago I wasn't interested.
