this is shit but enjoy it anyways also it's all canon stuff for the story ya
December 15th
Ok, so I wasn't the coolest kid in seventh grade. I sighed, checking my phone. Any minute now until middle school let out. I hated being in seventh grade, and I was so ready to be an eighth grader next year.
High school sounded scary. But my mom said that I should try to apply to this really nice music school, so at least I had something to kind of look forward to, maybe.
Briiiiiing!
I jumped out of my chair and slung the backpack over my shoulders, getting out my cell phone and walking out the door. I felt something bump into my shoulder.
"Ow!" I looked next to me and saw none other than him that had made the noise. I made a face, almost saying something but just decided to keep walking.
I wasn't going to let Mitch ruin my Christmas break, I told myself. But I heard a noise behind me.
"Scott!"
The hallway was thinning out, and I turned around, obviously unhappy to do so; and asked him yes? in the most annoyed voice that I could manage. He walked over to me, looking uncomfortable as well, and thrust a rather big red box towards me. I just started at it in confusion.
"My mom told me to give these to you guys. Because she's friends with your mom and stuff. They aren't from me."
He sounded so annoyed, but I ignored him and took the box anyways, peering inside. There were too many cookies to even count, and I couldn't help but smile, before going back to look at him. Obviously my smile went away.
"Well, uh... tell her I said thanks."
He just nodded and walked right past me. But I watched him go. If I was the least cool kid in our grade, he was the most. Maybe that's why I had it out for him so much? To be fair, I was the one that started messing with him.
Stuffing the letter we had written today in class into my pocket, I let myself out of school.
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December 25th
I giggled as Landon showed me all of his presents; even though I had seen him open them. Everything at school was just so awful right now honestly; after Mitch saw that dumb text from Alex.
"Scott!" I saw my mom holding something out to me. It was a letter, and I took it with a confused look on my face, but she was just beaming.
"It's the letters you wrote to yourself in the future, back in seventh grade. Remember that?"
My eyes widened and I quickly thanked her so much before opening it quickly. The notebook paper was still just barely flattened out.
Dear future me,
You're in high school now. Did you get into that fancy academy? Mom says it's kinda hard to get in so I hope so
Today was kinda ok. Ever since they moved Mitch into my gym class it's been funny to watch him mess up at stuff. Does that make me a mean person? He does it to me too. Except I don't really mess up at sports but I mean the other classes.
He was watching me today when I was playing basketball. I saw Travis talking to him but he just looked at me. He must be really jealous, right? Haha.
I got all A's this six weeks! I'm on the board and everything and I'm really proud of myself.
I hope that you're still singing!! Are you famous yet? I'm tired of not having any REAL friends. I hope you find better friends in the future!
From,
Past ScottI sighed and folded the paper in half. I was so oblivious then. But I couldn't help the sadness I felt when reading that part about friends. Had I made any real friends?
No. not really. Taking a breath I ran my hand through my hair before I looked down for only a split second. But something was written on the middle of the back of the paper, so I unfolded it.
P. S.
I wrote this in class but now I'm home. Mitch said his mom gave us cookies but my Mom says she barely even knows his mom. I thought it was weird when he said that!! Do you think he just sent them to me?? Why would he do that? Im kinda mean aren't I?
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