Hate Sex is So Hot

11 - Pentatonix and a Break

please don't let me write and listen to sad music at the same time

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I didn't say a word to Scott all day on Monday. And he didn't say anything to me, either. I shouldn't have been upset by that... right? But he acted like I should be too, which made me even more confused. All I knew right now was that I was mad at him.

Our chior teacher was sharing how she'd finally chosen the students who auditioned for the A Capella group that would be performing at our next concert. Me and Kirstie were practically falling out of our seats.

"Kevin Olusola."

I clapped loudly. Yes! I was happy for him.

"Avi Kaplan."

I clapped less this time. Great. One of Scott's jerk friends.

"Kirstin Maldonado"

"YES GIRL!" I yelled and clapped as loud as I could. She looked so happy.
"Mitch Grassi"

Nice.

"And Scott Hoying."

What.

I saw Kirstin look at me. I didn't clap, of course, and I doubt that he had clapped for me. Glancing over at him, I saw him smiling. It was that cute little smile. Seeing him happy while I was so upset at him made me want to punch him in the face more than usual.

"You five will have to arrange your own practices, but I wish you well! Oh, and to qualify for the competition, you must have one group song and one solo song, Good luck!"

We had some free time while she took attendance, so I turned to Kirstin. Of course I had filled her in.

"Are you kidding me? Literally him, of all people?"

She just looked at me sympathetically. "Well... you two can't keep fighting forever. You can keep disliking each other, yeah, but you need to talk to him."

"Kirstie, this would be a problem even if he wasn't an insensitive asshole."

"Mitch..." She sighed, deciding against whatever she was going to say. "Well, maybe you can show him up? Show him how much you've improved."

I just nodded. "Yeah."

I literally did whatever I could to avoid going back to my dorm that day. But eventually I had to, if only to get clothes and a toothbrush. I opened the door and didn't even bother to look at Scott as I grabbed a change of clothes.

He looked up at me. "Mitch-"

I slammed my drawer shut to cut him off. He took a breath.

"Why... are you even this upset?"

I looked at him.

"You knew when you didn't tell me. Why are you asking now?"

He had the audacity then to sigh. Like this whole thing was just some sort of annoyance to him. "We say that kind of stuff all the time. I thought I might have gone a little too far, but you're acting like I just broke up with you or something.

I pursed my lips and widened my eyes, raising my eyebrows. "Wow. Wow! This little bitch is an idiot, too."

He looked at me like I was insane; but the words just kept flying out of my mouth like I was on autopilot.

"You start this dumb game with me. I actually allow myself to think; hey, Scott isn't that bad looking. He's actually hot. And he's not the best at sex, but he's ok. I saw Pam all over guy and do you know how fucking jealous I got? So for you to just say that you don't even think I'm attractive, that you're just doing this just because you knew I-"

I gasped. Scott pushed me back, making me stumble until he had me pinned up against the wall. And then he kissed me; hard. And he started talking between the kiss, too.

"God, Mitch..." Kiss. "I hate you so fucking much. I can't even get the upper hand on you." Kiss. "You're so fucking hot, what kind of dumbass do you think I am? You've always been hot." Kiss. "Ugh, I hate you so fucking much. I can't even keep you mad at me for one day."

He bit down on my neck, and I yelped. He started to suck and kiss it, and I moaned. I knew what he was doing. Why the fuck did I let him? It wasn't like I just stood there in shock, though... I wanted him to.

He stopped then, and just rested his head in my neck. I noticed him start to fall, so I tried to help him up, but I just fell with him. There we were, both on our knees on the floor, when I realized he was crying. He took a shaking breath and held me close to him with his arms.

"Can we just... have a break?"

His voice was so shaky, it almost made my heart break. I just looked down at him, in shock. A break from all this. A break from hating him so much, and spending every single moment hating him.

"Just... just for tonight. Tomorrow I'm gonna kick your ass. But please just... not right now."

I started to rub his back, and he cried again.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked quietly.

I still remember the day in eighth when my mom had sat me down, and explained why Scott went to the see the counselor every friday; and why he had to leave class a lot. I really didn't get it all. Scott had been put into a foster home when he was a kid, and his foster dad wasn't nice. That's all she said... I was confused at the time, but of course now, I know that it was more than that.

She told me about how his mom and dad had come back for him, too. They'd been recovering for a terrible accident, and almost all of the doctors thought they wouldn't make it. But they did, and they got their son out of that horrible place in fifth grade. It was like a miracle.

Scott just shook his head no.

"Hey... hey, come on. Let's go watch a movie, ok?"

It was so weird to talk to him like that. He just nodded, and I helped him up to his bed.

"He wants me back..."

He said it so quietly that I almost didn't hear it, but I did. Looking over at him in shock, I just... couldn't think of anything to say. We were both sitting on his bed by now, a little too close for comfort.

"I'm... so sorry." This was so weird; to see him so broken down like this. To see him wanting me to comfort him. And it was even weirder that I wanted to. We played movies off of his computer all night, and I rested my head on his shoulder. He started to laugh and smile and forget about whatever horrible things were happening.

He wanted me to be his first time. He wanted me to comfort him. He could have easily saved himself for someone else like Pam; and he could have easily just left to go to someone like Avi's room. But he didn't. He was here with me. And I knew that tomorrow we would just go back to hating each other again, and that he'd do his best to pretend that I didn't exist. But I couldn't help but wonder. It had only been a few months since school started; but things were already so different.

He put his arm around me then, and pulled me closer. I looked up at him.

"Thank you."

I just smiled a little. "You're welcome."

He paused, and started to rub my arm, still watching the movie. "I really don't like you."

I cuddled a little into his chest. "Yeah. I don't like you, either."