I won't let go.

teacher

Scott's POV

I lay back in Mitch's bed.
Mitch didn't seem so pleased,but he came and lay next to me anyway.

Just then, his phone rang and he shot up.

"Hello? Eric?"

My ears perked up.

"Are you okay? Is Alex driving you?"

Then..

"Oh great...What? Oh nothing. Just..home alone. No. You're drunk. Go to your house and rest. It's way bigger than mine, anyway.

"No-I have work tomorrow, remember? That private academies teacher? Yeah. I know, so I have to sleep early. I can't be late.
Okay. Bye."

He hung up and sighed as he flopped on his bed. I scooted over. "Work?"

He nodded. "Math teacher at Ridgewood."

"Oh. Ridgewood, eh?"

He nodded. "I'm going to bed. Turn off the light when you lie down, alright?"
I nodded.

"Good night, Mutette."

He yawned and snuggled up. I picked my phone up and saw Kirstie had texted me.

K❤️: so I'm guessing the reason you left early is because of your Mutette?

Scottybear💋: Pls don't tell that to Alex. It wasn't like that. He was in danger.

K❤️: So you're not at his house right now?

Scottybear💋: He was afraid. I wanted to help.

K❤️: Sure. Of course you did. So...tomorrow's saturday! What are you gonna do?

I thought.

Scottybear💋: I think I'm gonna get a job.

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Mitch's POV

Scott was gone in the morning, and I made myself breakfast. I was slightly late.
I put on my suit and I ran.
I dove into my car and backed out quickly.

"Shit!" I muttered as I entered the Ridgewood building. I was nervous around all the strange people, but I really needed the money.
I couldn't live on Eric forever.

"You're late Mr. Grassi." A gruff voice called. I gulped.

"Sorry, sir! I-" I looked up and stopped.

"What are you doing here?"

The blonde beast with beautiful blue eyes smiled at me. "Your students are waiting in room 208, sir."

I looked at him. He was wearing a white shirt, and he was rocking it. I didn't know I was staring until he waved his hand infront of my eyes. "Helllo?"

I blushed. "What the hell are you doing here?"
I hissed. He ruffled my hair. "208."

Then he just walked away. I had no idea what he was doing here, but I was late.

I hurried to find room 208.

Scott's POV

I woke up at 6 to meet Kirstie.

"Scott, you're fucking rich. You don't need a job." She said, yawning.