Day By Day: Scott Hoying x Reader Oneshots

Pest

(Y/L/N) = Your last name

(Y/F/N) = Your full name

You were sitting in class when you felt something tiny hit you on the shoulder. At first, you ignored it. But then it happened again. And again. And again. You looked down to see tiny pieces of crumpled up paper by the foot of your chair. You sank back into your chair, annoyed. You already knew who it was.

Hoying.

Scott Hoying. Tall, blond, and cute.

Scott Hoying. The biggest jerk in the universe.

He was annoying, cocky, an egomaniac, and a wisecrack. And he always seemed to have a specialty for yanking your chain.

In other words, you did not like Scott Hoying.

You tried to concentrate on what your teacher was saying. But that was hard to do with you being pelted with paper. You finally turned around. And there was Scott with the most innocent look on his face. But the torn paper sitting on his desk clearly gave it away. You shot him a death glare, then turned back around.

"Alright kiddos," your teacher said. "As you all know, this class is about navigating through the real world. And, in the real world you'll encounter many different people. Especially when you start working, you'll realize that there are people you're not going to particularly like."

You don't have to wait that long, you thought bitterly.

Your teacher eased himself onto his desk. "So for this project, you guys are going to work in pairs---pairs that I choose. You and your partner will work in an imaginary workforce, and by the end of the week you'll share about the experience."

Working with someone you didn't normally hang out with. That'd be fine, as long as it wasn't him.

Your teacher started reading off the pairs. A little bit later he got to your name.

"(Y/N), you're with..."

You crossed your fingers.

"....Esther."

You let out a sigh of relief.

Your teacher finished reading off the list of names. Then he pulled out a  fedora filled with slips of paper inside. "Out of your pairs, one of you will pick an occupation out of this hat, which you will "work" in for the next week--"

"Uh, Mr. Bram?" Him. Of course it would be.

"Yeah, Scott?"

"I'd like to request a partner switch."

Confusion was etched across your teacher's face. "May I ask why?"

"Well," he began, "I've gotten to know Lindsey pretty well over the course of this year so far. I had a better idea of a partner in mind."

Mr. Bram looked amused. "And who might that be."

Scott only smiled. "(Y/N)."

You sat bolt upright.

No.

No he did not.

"(Y/N) and I haven't talked or sat next to each other all year," the abomination continued. "Frankly, I don't even know her last name."

"Mr. Bram," you interjected. "There are plenty of people the ab--I mean, Scott could switch with. It doesn't have to be me."

"Ah, but you see, " the dirtbag countered, "(Y/N) here isn't very fond of me."