A/N: Although this story will be humorous, there will also be some heavier stuff too. Just a heads up.
Avi zipped up his jacket, before smoothing down his hair. He slung his backpack over his shoulder before patting his pockets to find his phone.
He cursed under his breath, when he came up empty-handed. He pushed his blanket aside, before reaching for his pillow.
Sometimes it would slip there, for whatever reason.
He lifted it up in quick movement. He came to a halt when his eyes landed on the glossy picture sitting all alone.
It wasn't his phone, but it still made his breath catch in his throat.
He dropped the pillow back over it, shaking his head carelessly. He lifted his blanket again, before his eyes landed on his phone.
He pocketed it before grabbing his backpack and heading out of his room and into the living room.
He glanced over into the kitchen at Esther who was standing in front of the toaster.
She looked over at him as he loitered by the front door. "How'd you sleep?" She questioned softly.
"I didn't," Avi replied, matching her somber tone.
She frowned, "You can stay home if you want," she offered.
"Staying here and moping around won't bring them back," he stated simply, resulting in a sympathetic look from Esther. He shook his head before slipping out of the apartment.
He sang along softly to a familiar song as he drove to school. He tucked his hair into a bun before making his way to Boys PE; the first class of the day.
He hadn't meant to make his discomfort so obvious when Scott entered the gymnasium. But his racing heart was overwhelming, and guilt nearly suffocated him as those blue eyes landed on him.
He knew as soon as Henry and his friends followed him into the locker room with mischievous grins that things would only go downhill.
Honestly, Avi wanted to stand up for Scott, he really did, but Henry would destroy him. It wasn't until things started to get violent that he opened his big mouth.
A little too much, too.
He knew that he deserved that punch, he really did.
Scott had every right to hate him.
"Dude, Avi are you alright?" one of his friends, Mark, exclaimed worriedly as Avi cradled his bleeding.
Avi winced and backed away from him, feeling overwhelmed with annoyance. "I'm fine," he grumbled.
"I can't believe that punk hit you," Mark muttered.
Avi chuckled softly, "I can," he replied softly, before making his way out of the gymnasium and finding the nearest bathroom.
He stood in front of the mirror, before removing his hands to inspect the damage.
His nose was sore, and still dripping blood but at least it wasn't broken.
"Fuck," he grumbled before turning on the sink and cupping his hands under the water and bringing it to his nose.
As soon as Avi got the bleeding to stop, he spun around at the sound of one of the stalls being flung open.
Kevin stumbled out, looking panicked.
Avi recognized him easily. He'd written his last AP lit summer essay for him since Kevin had run out of time. They weren't close friends. They just spoke from time to time. Kevin had called him the night prior in need of said favor.
"You look like shit," Avi muttered before turning and looking himself over in the mirror again.
Kevin scoffed, "Coming from you. What happened?" Kevin questioned, crossing his arms.
Avi shook his head, "Don't worry about it."
Kevin took a deep breath, "This is wrong. I have to turn myself in. I can't cheat. That's not me," he declared.
Avi gave him an emotionless look, before shrugging. "Ok, turn yourself in. Whatever," he muttered before heading to the door. "See ya around."
Albeit, Avi understood later that he should've worded that suggestion better. He didn't think adding "just don't drag me down with you" was all that necessary. Kevin was a 4.0 student with enough common sense, so it seemed tedious.
But less than an hour later, at the end of hisgym class, Avi was called to the office and given a Saturday detention forhelping a student cheat.
A/N: Am I still Scavi trash? Obviously. Will I mix up ships? Probably. Comment and stuff. Stay fcute!
