The Webcam Boy (Scomiche)

Arlington, Texas

~A few weeks later~

~Mitch's P.O.V~

Fuck me. 

We got moved in a few days ago, and tomorrow I have to start school. PUBLIC school. I've been having anxiety just thinking about it. I've been biting my nails, so now they look terrible. AND not to mention I have to be around gross High School teenagers. Can my life get any worse?

Actually, Yes. Yes it can.

I should be able to start my first year of college, but my stupid math teacher failed me so I got held back. NOW THANKS TO HER, I have to go to a completely different school, with completely different people, with COMPLETELY different opinions of me. And not just any school, HIGH SCHOOL! Aka, THE WORST SCHOOL TO GO TO PUBLICLY. 

FUCK ME.

Oh, and it just keeps getting better! I have to worry about continuing my career! I can't just go up to a stranger and say, "Oh hi! My name is Mitch, and I'm basically a porn star!! Wanna be friends?!" NO! THE WORLD DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT HONEY. I'll obviously have to hide my "job" but what if someone finds out? What if they tell the whole school? I'll be a laughing stock! I'll be made fun of EVERYWHERE I go! I'll have to move schools! Maybe states! What if because the school found out, they told my parents! What would I tell them?!

I took a deep breath. This is too much, I can't deal with this stress. I need to just... Take my mind off of it. I looked over to my camera, sitting on my new bedside table. I can't make a video now... My parents are home.. I sighed grabbing my laptop and logging onto YouTube. I looked up a random Beyoncé playlist and began to quietly sing along to my favorite singing Queen. 

After about half an hour of listening to her songs, I calmed down a bit. Shutting my computer, I got up and decided to head downstairs to talk to my parents. I mean, I have nothing else to do, so I might as well strike up a conversation. 

"Hey mom, hey dad." I said silently walking into the kitchen. Mom was cooking dinner, and Dad was reading the newspaper. Ew.

"Hey son! How are you liking Texas?" He said, putting down the paper and turning around.

"It's.." Absolutely horrible. I want to go back to L.A. "Fine... Kinda expected to see more sand and Cacti though." I said smiling a bit. 

"Haha, That's good to hear Mitch. I'm glad you opened up to moving here. I promise you'll be happy here." My Mom said setting down a plate.

"Want anything KissyBoy?" I rolled my eyes at the nickname. 

"No thanks Mom. Not that hungry." I said crossing my arms.

"Alright, but promise me you'll eat good in the morning. I want you to have a full stomach for school tomorrow." She said turning back to her cooking. I gulped at the mention of school.

"Mom..? Why can't you just home school me again? I mean, you've always done it." I said rubbing my arm.

"Mitchy, You've been begging us for an opportunity to go to public school. Stop changing your mind so much." She said laughing a bit at the end. I mean YEAH! I DID want to go to public school. But not NOW. I have my "job". I can't have anyone find out about that! It's too embarrassing to know that physically ANYONE can look you up and see you naked and vulnerable. Even if my face isn't showing, I'd think anyone would be able to tell from my voice. It's not exactly your average boy voice. It's a lot higher. Something I hate, I've been told it gets annoying to hear a boy have such a high voice.

I stopped arguing and went back upstairs and changed into simple Pajamas. Black loose pants with a white T-Shirt. I sighed. I really hope public school isn't as bad as I imagine it to be. I'm just scared I guess.

I plugged in my phone before turning out the lights and going to bed.