Silent (Scomiche)

False Hope

Scott was, well, he was managing. He got through each day and managed to force a smile into his face. He managed to not look distraught, even though it's how he felt. What he couldn't manage, though, was to keep himself from staring.

He couldn't keep himself from looking at him, whether it be in his math class or watching him walk out of the cafeteria alone, no longer having anyone to sit with.

He watched when he took the bus home, because Kirstie wouldn't take him anymore. He watched when he left his fifth period class, because it was right across from Scott's class.

He watched him so much that he knew his emotions just by the look on his face.

"Earth to Scott!" Kirstie calls. "You've been staring at your food like its Beyoncé. What's on your mind?"

"Oh. Nothing." Kirstie looks at him, obviously seeing through his lies.

"Because you're not obvious! What's up, Dipdot?" She asks

"I just don't want to talk about it, okay?" Kirstie leans close to him, managing to not get Scott to move away.

"Is it about Mitch?" She whispers.

"I said I don't want to fucking talk about it! Can't you respect that?" Scott snaps. Kirstie looks at him, shocked at the sudden outburst.

Scott sighs, grabbing his back pack and slamming through the doors. He heads straight into the bathroom, throwing his back pack down.

"Can't ever sit in silence for one fucking second without being questioned." Scott says to absolutely no one. "Can't keep my thoughts to myself without Kirstie up my ass." He says again.

Groaning, he realizes there is a person in a bathroom stall. Embarrassment grows over him, now know things some random kid knew his problems.

"Superman." And Scott leaves the bathroom faster than he knew his feet could move. Of course, of all people, Mitch was the one standing there. He hadn't had any other place to go, so he just walks down the the hall.

Mitch: I know you don't want to talk to me, but I know how Kirstie gets. She is nosy. I love her and everything, but she always wants to know things.

Scott didn't want to reply, but his fingers told him other wise.

Scott: Why text me if you know I don't want you too?

Mitch: Why answer if you don't want to text me?

Scott: What do you want, Mitch.

Mitch: Honestly, I want your forgiveness. Since I can't have that, I want to help you.

Scott: I don't want your help.

Mitch: Scott...

Scott: Go fuck your boyfriend.

Mitch: Please don't be like this.

Scott didn't answer, mainly because he knew he was being an asshole. Mitch had apologized, and after Scott refusing to accept it, he tried helping him because he still was trying to fix things with him.

But Scott was so pissed. He wanted Mitch to feel bad, but he also wanted Mitch in total.

Maybe he should just accept the apology, just be friends with. Only thing was, Scott didn't want to be just friends. He wanted a whole lot more, more than he could get.

Because Scott still had feelings. After seeing this side of him, he still couldn't get him off his mind, he still couldn't stop looking at him, he couldn't stop wanting him.

He'd see Mitch in the halls, his hair slightly messed up from a days worth of running from class to class. Him biting his lip in frustration of almost being late. It was all so appealing to Scott. Because something about Mitch made Scott hold on. He was almost irresistible. Fuck it, he was irresistible.

And as bad as Scott wanted to hate Mitch, to say "fuck you and I hate you" to him, he knew it was all lies.

Because he couldn't get Mitch out of his fucking mind.

Every time he saw something, he could relate it back to Mitch somehow. It made him so frustrated, because he wanted to forget all about him.

But he knew soon enough he would forget about him and it wouldn't be an issue anymore. After high school, when he finds a job and lives his life, he hopes to have no recollection of the boy that made him feel like this. He sure hoped that would happen.

Mitch: Please don't ignore me anymore. I need you.

Scott: No you don't. What you need is to stop texting me.

Mitch: I don't want us to fight anymore.

Scott: This isn't fighting! This is your fault. You got yourself into this.

Mitch: I know and I've done everything I can to try to get it to stop! I've apologized and went to your house and tried helping you, but you still won't talk to me. God, Scott, I fucking miss you!

Scott: You don't miss me! You know that if I accept your apology, Kirstie and Avi and Kevin and Esther will come after.

Mitch: Honestly, I haven't even tried to get them back yet. All of my focus is getting you back into my life. I want you in my life again.

Scott: Stop saying all of this! You're giving me false hope. I still have feelings for you, I'm not going to lie about that. It's obvious that you don't feel the same. You like Travis and I can't do anything about. You telling me that you miss me, want me, and need me is telling me things that make me have hope, and I don't want to have hope if I'm just going to be disappointed. So unless you can promise me something I can actually have, then I can't do this. It will just hurt me being your friend, Mitch. I'm sick of being hurt.

Mitch: I never said I don't feel the same. Everything I said earlier is true. I do miss you. I do need you. I do want you. It's just really complicated and you've always been there for me when things were rough, but now you're not and I don't know what to do. I can't function without you by my side, Scott.

Scott: I'm sorry, Mitch. I can't.

Mitch: :(

Scott: Do you remember when you came over and we watched the Sponge Bob movie?

Mitch: Yes...

Scott: It wasn't your mom you were texting, was it?

Mitch: No...

Scott: It was Travis.