In the Arms of an Angel(Scomiche)

Chapter 8

 A/N I changed their grade level from 4th to 6th. It works out easier, lol.

Mitch POV

Well... I wasn't really ready for THAT to happen. I hate it when I am the center of attention. It's embarrassing. Mrs. Perkins decided to allow EVERY.SINGLE.KID in my math class to see/hold my paper. You know that feeling you get when you are so nervous or embarrassed that you feel as if all the blood has been drained from your body? Yeah... take that feeling, and multiply it by 50. I'm not okay.

 Kirstie POV

The paper was passed around the class, and I could see that Mitch was watching each one nervously, waiting for the criticism. Of course there was a little bit of it, we are in middleschool. It happens. I don't understand how they could say something mean about it, it's so good, like CRAZY good!! Every time another person would hold it, he got even more tense. I decided to sneak over and sit at an empty desk next to him.

   Kirstie put her hand on Mitchs shoulder. He didn't move. He kept watching, as the paper slid into every  hand, their expression when they saw the lines of graphite scribbled down to make a picture, and what they said when they handed it to the next person. It felt to him as though it would never end. He could feel his face burning, and he was close to tears. "It's beautiful, Mitch. I don't understand why you're so scared." That was when he couldn't fight it anymore and tears started to stream down his face. Kirstie raised her hand and gestured toward the crying boy, asking they could be excused from class. The teacher nodded.

  As soon as they got out of the door, Mitch began running to the bathroom, his hands in his face as tears continued to escape his eyes. "Mitch! Mitchell!" Kirstie hissed from across the silent hallway. Mitch looked back for a split second to see Kirstie running after him. He turned back around just in time to get a face full of chest. They stumbled to the ground as an "OOF" escaped both their lips. Kirstie stopped in her tracks and gasped. As soon as Mitch was able to process what had just happened, he looked down, only to see he was laying on top of Scott. The small brunette stared wide-eyed as the taller boy rubbed his head. "What the hell? Watch where yo-.... Grassi?" Scott realized that it was Mitch, and he had been crying. He proceeded to wipe away a tear that was rolling down the boy's cheek. He also noticed Mitch's black eye. "Are you okay??" He asked, with worry in his voice. They were still in the very awkward position that the fall had caused them to be in. Mitch sat up. "I-I am fine." He said with a sniff. He then continued on to the bathroom, slower this time.

  Scott stood up and held his throbbing head. He reached the end of the hall, where Kirstie was still standing. "What happened to him?" He said, worry still in his voice. Kirstie gave him a confused look. She had never seen Scott worry for anyone like that before. She tried to change the subject. "Where have you been?". "I had a doctor appointment. You didn't answer my question. What happened to him?" She proceeded, the look still on her face, "He just got a little embarrassed... the teacher sent us out so he could calm down..". Scott nodded then asked,"But what about the black eye?" Kirstie was amazed how how much Scott cared about Mitch. They had only just met. "I don't know. He wouldn't tell me." Scott nodded then looked at her. "Do me a favor and wipe that look off your face. You're creeping me out."