Divided

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A/n: I was a bit obsessed with Mitch being the football player and Scott being the cheerleader that I used in the first prompt. So think of this as a prequel to Swift.

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Love lots, -AV

"Are you sure you divide?"

Scott rolled his eyes, "yes, I'm sure. Mr. Thornton asked me to tutor you for a reason. I have the highest grade in Algebra."

Mitch continued doing the problem as Scott instructed. He hated spending his afternoons stuck with the blonde getting tutored but he had no choice. He was failing math and if he didn't pull his grade up he'd be off the football team. And he had not worked his ass off all summer to be able to make varsity as a sophomore for nothing.

Coach had put him put him up to these sessions, saying he had two weeks before the next test and if he passed he'd be able to start in the next home game. So here he was, stuck sitting in Scott's bedroom. He'd spent the past 3 afternoons here. He was becoming more acquainted with this room that with his own. He had offered to do part of the sessions at his house but Scott declined.

"I'm already giving up my afternoons for you, we are doing this my way," the blonde sassed.

Though they ran within the same social circle of football players and cheerleaders, Mitch hadn't had much interaction with Scott. However, stepping foot into his bedroom gave away everything the boy loved. A keyboard stood in the corner of the room, immaculately clean and clearly used, sheet music organized neatly on a small cabinet. The walls were lined with shelf where trophies were displayed. Trophies for everything, singing, piano, gymnastics, cheerleading. Mitch would be lying if he said he wasn't the least bit intimidated by the other boy's success.

"No! You're doing it wrong again! You have to divide! Are you even paying attention?" Scott was exasperated, the brunette wasn't even concentrating. How many times had he told him to divide? He'd lost count.

Scott had better things to do then spend every afternoon tutoring the lost cause that was Mitch Grassi. At least that's what Scott complained to friends. In reality, he didn't mind helping Mitch, though he'd never let Mitch know that. Mitch was hot and Scott liked hot guys. Whether or not Mitch played for his team was still up in the air; but Scott appreciated the eye candy nonetheless.

Scott even went as far as to offer his services on the weekend, proclaiming that Mitch needed all the help he could get in order to be able to pass Friday's test. Truth was he just wanted to spend more time with the hunky football player.

As the following week progressed the pair began talking more and more outside of their sessions. Mitch was truly starting to admire the timid yet sassy blonde. By Wednesday the divide between the football table and the cheerleading table had been resolved by an unlikely pair. There were whispered rumors but nobody dared to voice their opinions out loud.

Thursday afternoon, the final tutoring session. Mitch was working on a practice problem when he got stumped again. He let out a frustrated sigh as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. Scott reached over and grabbed his hand. Mitch looked over, brown eyes locking with blue. He felt something, and he knew Scott felt it too. But he couldn't act on it not yet anyway.

Scott squeezed his hand gently and smiled, "just divide Mitchy."

Mitch grinned back but soon the smile fell and he took his hand back, using it to palm his neck. "It'll be a miracle if I pass this test tomorrow."

"True but miracles happen everyday."

Mitch couldn't help but smile back at the blonde boy who had put in so much time and effort over the past two weeks to help him.

Friday as they got to Algebra Mitch and Scott lingered in the doorway letting everyone else walk past. Scott places his hand on Mitch's shoulder giving it a light squeeze as he ducked down and met the other boy's eyes. "You can do this Mitchy. I believe in you. And tonight I'll be there cheering you on as you start."

"That's your job, you're a cheerleader, you cheer."

"But tonight I'll be cheering especially for my new best friend, number 73."

Mitch smiled and took Scott's hand, pulling the taller boy into the room before the tardy bell.

Mr. Thornton was quick to pass out tests. As he made his way around Scott found Mitch once more, giving him an encouraging smile and wink.

Scott finished his test first, no surprise. Mitch continued working up until Mr. Thornton called time a few minutes before the bell. The teacher gave the students free time as he began to grade. Mitch immediately went and sat on top of Scott's desk.

"You think you did okay?"

"I don't know. I remembered to divide."

Scott laughed and intertwined his fingers with Mitch's.

"I guess we'll find out soon if you wasted your time for nothing."

"It wasn't a waste of time. I got to hang out with you and I must say I quite enjoyed it."

At that moment the bell rang and the pair began gathering their belongings. However, before they made it out of class Mr. Thornton called Mitch back. The brunette gave a hesitant glance to Scott before turning back and walking to the teacher's desk.

Scott had just finished changing and was about to walk out of the locker room when he saw Mitch barreling toward him.

"Scotty!!"

"What is it Mitch?"

Mitch did respond verbally, he just held up the test paper in front of him. In red ink, circled at the top of the paper, a big 82.

"A B! You gotta B! Oh my god Mitchy! That's fantastic!"

It took Mitch all of two seconds to close the distance between the two, taking Scott's face in his hands and crashing their lips together. Scott pulled away breathless after a moment and pressed his forehead to Mitch's.

"Does this mean I can tell everyone I'm cheering on my boyfriend tonight?"

"Only if I can tell everyone I'm dating the hottest cheerleader."

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