A/N: GUESS WHO IS BACK FROM THE DEAD?? ITS ME, BITCHES!! Ok I wish I could give y'all a reasonable excuse for being inactive for a year, but like...it's literally just laziness. I have had 0 motivation to even open Wattpad to be completely honest. I mean, yeah, I've had a lot of shit going on over the last year, so I guess it was a mixture of both. But, I'm ALIVE. AND I'M UPDATING SOMETHING! I might even update another fan favorite soon ;)
As for this story though, I read everyone's distaste toward Scavi, so I'm gonna try to veer more toward Scomiche for your sake. There's still gonna be a little Scavi for a while, but you'll get what you came for eventually. Ok, I'll shut up. Reread if you have to, but here's a new chapter :D
Chapter 10
"Alright class, quiet down," Mr. Rockwell ordered, quieting his homeroom students. "Mrs. Fischer instructed every homeroom teacher to share this video announcement with their classes. So be quiet, and pay attention."
Mitch swallowed nervously, already sure of what the video was going to entail. He averted his gaze to the other side of the room, making eye contact with Kirstie. Once he received an annoyed glare, he sunk down slightly in his chair.
Kirstie buried her face in her hands as she groaned softly once the video started.
"Students. Last night, my house was carelessly vandalized. It may not be fair to assume it was two of our students, but it seems like a logical starting point. So, if the culprits would be so kind as to turn themselves in, they can be saved from a worse punishment. The longer you wait, the worse the punishment. We have a general idea of the forms of the culprits, but we don't know for sure. Vandalism isn't a joking matter. Have a wonderful day."
As soon as the video ended, Mitch hurriedly grabbed his phone.
...
Scott looked down at his phone as it vibrated. He scanned over Mitch's text quickly.
We're turning ourselves in.
The blonde's nearly invisible eyebrows knitted together, before quickly texting him back asking for an explanation.
While he was waiting for a response, he heard the locker room door open. He stifled as gasp before scooting further back, hiding in the corner of the shower stall he was hiding in.
He listened for a moment before looking back at his phone. He was hoping whoever was in the locker room would take care of their business and then get the fuck out of there.
It would be a lot harder to get away with skipping gym class if someone found him hiding.
He scanned over Mitch's new text explaining Fischer's video. He cursed under his breath before shaking his head.
No. There's no way she'll find out it was us.
"Scott?" a familiar voice called out, making Scott flinch.
He cursed under his breath again, in no mood to deal with this today. That didn't stop him from crawling forward cautiously, and pulling the curtain back. He only pulled it back enough for him to peek through.
He watched as Avi walked into the bathroom area, looking in each stall.
"I know you're in here somewhere..." Avi murmured, looking around again.
Silence hung over the room, and Scott just continued watching, unsure of whether he should approach him or not.
Scott watched as the shorter man took a deep breath, shaking his head. "Listen...Scott. I'm not expecting you to forgive me, I don't deserve that. Just know that I'm so sorry for hurting you. You deserve so much better. I just wanted you to know that I don't regret the last 6 months. I regret ruining it. But I just hope you find someone who won't hurt you like I did. And I hope you're happy," he rambled, before sighing in defeat.
