Day By Day: Scott Hoying x Reader Oneshots

First Day

You fidgeted with you backpack strap. Today was a new day, at a new school. You hated meeting new people, and it absolutely terrified you to walk into that building.

That crowded building.

Surrounded by faces. Unfamiliar faces

Faces that judged you every step of the way.

You swallowed hard. You hadn't realized you were trembling. Maybe you should turn back now; Call your mom and have her pick you up.

No, you told yourself. You had to do this, you had to prove to everyone that you had grown out of your shy phase. You had to prove to yourself  that you had grown out of your shy phase. You took a deep breath, pushed up your black rimmed glasses, then stiffly walked into school.

The moment you stepped in, you were hit with a wave of bustling activity. Masses of bodies shuffling around and about. You were a tiny island, lost in a sea of hormonal teenagers.

Your stomach flip-flopped, but you forced yourself to keep walking. Or, awkward shuffling.

With each step, you grew more confident. This isn't so bad, you thought. No one paid you any mind, despite you being the new kid. You were able to successfully make your way to the office, where you were introduced to the principal and given your schedule.

Walking out of the office, you glanced at the piece of paper in your hand. Your locker was on the opposite side of the building. It's okay, you reassured yourself. You can do this.

Walking as briskly as you could, you moved past bodies, taking occasional glances at your schedule to make sure you were heading in the right direction.

You're not sure what happened next. Maybe you glanced at that paper a second too long. All you know is that suddenly something solid slammed into you. You lost your footing and landed face flat on the ground, your backpack knocking the wind out of you. In the process, your glasses fell off your face and skittered across the floor. 

You felt your cheeks grow hot. That feeling of dread you had earlier completely washed over you. You could feel people were staring at you. 

Judging you. 

There were voices, but you couldn't hear them over the blood rushing through your ears. You were on your hands and knees, trying in vain to search for your glasses on the floor, but it proved futile. The world was a blurry image.

Then, a voice spoke: "Here, I think these belong to you."

A tall blurry silhouette placed what you knew were your glasses in your hand. You put them on and blinked twice. 

And suddenly, you found yourself staring at the cutest guy you've ever seen.

"Here," he said, his long arm outstretched, "Let me help you up." 

Dumbfounded, you grabbed his hand and he pulled you to your feet. Now that you had a better angle, you could see he definitely was cute. Blond hair, crystal blue eyes, and a chiseled jawline. But then your heart dropped. You couldn't believe you made yourself look like an idiot in front of him.

"I'm Scott," he introduced, snapping you out of your trance. "And, again, I'm so sorry for knocking you down."

"I-I'm (Y/N)," you stammered. "And it's okay, you're okay. I mean, you're okay in this situation, not that you're an okay person." Realizing how that sounded, your eyes widened.

"Oh! I didn't mean it like that! What I meant was that I was referring to the situation, when I said you were okay. I didn't mean you weren't an okay person, I bet you're a great person..." You were, basically, rambling.

Scott chuckled, a sound that made your heart flutter. "It's cool....I haven't seen you here before," he commented, changing the subject. "Are you new?"

"Uh, yeah," you said, still trying to recover from your blunder. "I just moved here from out of town."

He nodded. "Cool." He glanced at your schedule, now crumpled, in your hand. "Looks like we have first period together.....and we have choir together." He looked at you in hopefulness. 

"You sing?"

"Yeah," you answered with a shy smile.

"That's awesome!" Scott gave you a bright smile. So adorable. "We've been wishing for more people to join."

You awkwardly laughed. "I guess I'm your wish come true."

Scott actually laughed out loud. "I guess you are."

Just then, a loud bell rang. You  slightly jumped at the sound. "Oh, that's the warning bell," Scott said with an apologetic look. "We'd better get to class. C'mon, I'll take you to our first class."

"But, I haven't put my stuff away," you said, remembering your locker.

"It's your first day, they'll cut you some slack," Scott assured you. "But if they don't, I'll vouch for you." He winked.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks. "Thanks," you answered timidly.

"No problem. It's what friends do. Now, follow me." He started in another direction. You followed him after a moment.

Friends, huh.

Maybe, school wouldn't be so bad after all.