So Much Smut...

Science-Scomiche

"Scott?" I looked up to see my science teacher standing in front of me.

"Um, yes?" I asked earnestly. She sighed.

"See me after class, please." She ordered irritably. I groaned internally.

The bell rang, ending the hell period, but I just approached the desk. 

She frowned at me, but turned her attention to a small, brown-haired boy just about to exit the classroom. 

"Mitchell?" She called, smiling. Wow, the cold bitch did actually have a heart, for the nerds at least.

"Yes ma'am?" He replied, approaching the desk. When he saw me, he stopped, eyeing me with distaste and scowling.

The teacher, oblivious to the exchange, said, "This is Scott Hoying. He's been struggling in class for a while now. Seeing as you're my favorite student, perhaps you could tutor him after school? He'll need to start with the basics. Here's a packet." She said, handing him a thin booklet, presumably of materials I was struggling with.

He sighed softly, most likely irritated at the prospect of having to tutor me, yet he nodded, smiling a smile so fake I could see the price tag still on it. "I'd be happy to help a struggling student," he said, lying through his teeth.

The teacher let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, Mitchell, you are a life-saver. Thank you so much for putting up with this." Um... I guess they didn't realize that just because I sucked balls at science, didn't mean I couldn't comprehend their words.

"Alright, you two will need notes. What are your next classes?" We both listed our next classes and exited the room.

Outside, I tried to start a conversation. "So, uh Mitchell?..." He rolled his eyes, grabbing my arm and putting a marker to my skin. "Hey! What are you doing?" Soon, he released my arm and put away the marker.

"Sorry, but were you planning to stalk me to find out where I live?" He retorted snappily and walked down the hallway. My eyes were very drawn to the swaying of his hips back and forth.

***

I drove to the address right after school, checking my reflection in my rear-view mirror. Wait. Why did I even care how I looked? This was just a tutoring lesson, right? But, he was gorgeous, let's be honest. And smart and sassy, and unbelievably sexy. Yeah, I had a crush on him. A giant one, and now I was super nervous.

I walked up the driveway, noticing that only his car was parked there. I gulped nervously. Why was I nervous? Right, big crush. Get it together, Hoying.

I knocked on the door, once. No response. Twice. None again. I was about to knock again when the door flew open. A pissed looking Mitchell stood there, frowning at me. 

"You realize we have a doorbell for a reason? First lesson, the sound of a doorbell will be heard much more clearly than a knock in this big-ass house. Okay?" I nodded, blushing.

Opening the door wider, he allowed me to step inside. I looked around, gaping. His house was huge.

"Up the stairs, Hoying. Stop gawking at the furniture, thanks." I blushed again, following him quickly up the stairs. 

Trying to start a conversation, I asked, so where are your parents? He stiffened slightly, letting out a cold laugh. "Sometimes they go to Vegas and get so fucking drunk they forget they have a gay son that lives in Texas. Makes them happier, makes me happier. Having the house to yourself is so much better when you have company, you know?" He said, smirking at me suggestively. As I squirmed and blushed, he sighed, shaking his head and laughed. "I'm kidding, Hoying. Geez." I nodded, blushing again.