Southpaw

Chapter 1

(Scott's POV)
I hit the bag once more, grabbing it and leaning my head on it. Danny walked over and I put my gloves out to him as he helped me get them off. I went to the back, putting in the combination for my locker. I pulled on the lock, raising an eyebrow as it didn't budge, redoing it a few more times. I pulled my hat off, grabbing a piece of paper from inside of it, reading my combination as I put it into the lock. I pulled on it, rolling my eyes and putting my hat back on. Locked. I looked around to see if there was anyone around and grabbed the fire extinguisher, slamming it down onto the lock, busting it off. I opened the locker, confused when my stuff was gone.

"Hey Danny! Where the fuck is my stuff?" I yelled, Danny peering into the locker room.

"Jason kicked you, you're a bum, and the only way you're gonna be able to have a locker is to get better at boxing."

I walked down the street, lighting a cigarette and taking a hit, sighing as I walked into my apartment. There was only one room, which was all of the rooms, besides the bathroom. I walked to my bed, located next to the other side of the kitchen counter. I rolled over, scrolling through my Instagram seeing a boy on the screen. I clicked the tagged person and a boy named Mitch Grassi showed up. I bit my lip and went through his photos, pulling my shirt and jeans off. Damn, this guy. I clenched my jaw when I saw a very revealing photo of him, instantly getting hard. Woah...

*Knock Knock*

I jumped up, pulling my shorts on and opening the door, choking on spit and coughing when I saw the young man standing there. He's short, brown hair that match his eyes, his clothes, cute.

"Hey, I-Im-"

"Mitch, yeah, I'm Scott." I said, leaning against the door frame. My eyes traveled down his small frame, my breath hitching as I looked him in the eyes. He looked away quickly, looking down and fiddling with his phone. "So, pretty boy," that caught his attention. "What brings you here?"

"Um..well, i-" he paused, looking away. "You said you n-needed a roommate and m-my landlord kicked me out." I smiled, putting my hand out to shake his.

"Come on in, I don't bite..."

"Well i-"

"...hard" I finished, making him look at me, his face completely flustered. I laughed and we both walked into my apartment, sitting on my bed.

"So, we can both sleep in this bed, since it's big enough, my head will be on one side, yours on the other?" I asked, my eyes tracing his jaw.

"I-I guess that'll work." Mitch said quietly, looking at his phone. I looked at his phone as he scrolled through someone's photos on Instagram, making him squeak quietly and drop his phone.

"Oh! Sorry." I said, grabbing his phone and brushing the screen off, setting it in his lap as I stood up. I heard Mitch squeak again as I walked into the kitchen. "Bathroom is down there, and I think you can see where everything else is." I said, chuckling. Mitch put his bag on the floor and his behind the was in between us and I saw his shirt hit the floor, biting my lip. I smirked and walked back over, sitting on the bed with a bowl of cereal. Mitch gasped and grabbed the pillow, hugging it and putting his face in it. "What's wrong? I ain't got a shirt on, what's wrong with me seeing you without one?" I asked, crossing my legs and looking at him. I saw him slowly look up, only his eyes showing. I watched as his eyes traveled across my body, making me blush. I bit my lip as our eyes met and we just sat there and stared into each other's eyes. "Haven't we met?"

"Um. I-I work at the gas station, I'm always the one you talk to."

"Oh yeah! I remember ya now! You're always selling me my smokes, right?" I asked, smiling when he blushed.

"Yeah, I believe so." He said, but not in a shy tone.

"Hey, you're gettin' used to me, huh?" I said, patting his arm. "Now, let's sleep" I said as we laid down, dosing off into a deep sleep.