Based off my new book: struggles of a teenage lesbian.
COMMENT.
"stranger at the club... again."
Is coming tomorrow. :)
QOTD: would you rather be fluent in five language, or be able to play ten instruments perfectly?
AOTD: fluent the 100%
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"Scott! Guess what!?" Kirstie squeaked excitedly. Scott turned around to look at her and noticed her bouncing up and down excitedly.
"What's up? Is it pizza day or something?" He asked. She laughed and shook her head.
"No. I wish," she replied.
"But guess who just got enrolled here!?" She said. Before Scott could even open his mouth, she answered the question herself.
"Mitch Grassi!"
There was a moment of silence. Kirstie looked at Scott expectedly but he held a confused stare.
"Am I supposed to know who that is?" He asked questioningly. Kirstie groaned and rolled her eyes.
"He's that one kid we met at sectionals! You know, the one who had the solo in—"
Scott then nodded his head. "Oh! Yeah. Cool."
Kirstie raised an eyebrow. "Scott, he's gay!"
Scott rolled his eyes. "Are you serious? This is what this is about? You think me and that kid are going to date because we're both the only outed kids at this school?" Kirstie nodded her head with a smirk.
"I have types, Kirstie. I don't just like boys because they're gay. You know that. Don't be such a stereotype." Scott said annoyedly. Kirstie rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips.
"Yeah, I know that. And he's exactly your type! Shorter than you, sweet, adorable. And you've always been a sucker for brown eyes." She listed on and on. Although Scott remained unimpressed.
"I barely even talked to him. Don't get in over your head." He said before turning around and continuing to walk.
"Just wait and see, Hoying. I'll be right." Kirstie mumbled under her breath.
"Don't be that girl, Kirstie. Nobody likes that girl." Scott mumbled under his breath.
***
"Hi, sorry. Can you show me where a water fountain is?"
Scott was taken aback. He hadn’t seen this kid before. There was no way. He’d remember a face like this.
“Um... i dont... i...”
Scott was acting like an idiot. He clearly forgot how to socialize.
He was beautiful. Not like anyone he’d ever seen before. He was fashionable, that was obvious. He looked chic, put together.
The guy stood in front of him, clearly confused.
“Uh.. are you alright?” Maybe he thought Scott was having a seizure.
Scott snapped out of it. He cleared his throat, “sorry. Yeah yeah, it’s to the left.” The boy nodded with a smile before walking away.
Scott was a bit frozen in place before shaking his head slightly.
***
“Kirstie! Kirstie, there’s a new kid. He’s gorgeous, like, perfect. You’re going to be-just trust me when I say he’s perfect. And I looked like such an idiot. But anyway—!”
“Oh, really? So you’d... date him?” Scott laughed dramatically.
“Oh I’d marry him right now if I could.
Kirstie then bursted out laughing. Scott rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. She gained the attention of a few students as they age their lunch.
“That’s Mitch.” She breathed out. Scott pauses for a minute.
“What? No-no, it’s...” realization hit Scott like a truck. He sighed loudly and buried his face in his hands.
“I didn’t recognize him without that obnoxious uniform he had before.”
He mumbled. Kirstie rolled her eyes and Scott sat up.
“I invited him to sit with us.” She said. Scott then seemed to choke on actual air.
“You’re kidding.” He said, a horrified expression on his face. Kirstie shook her head with a smirk on her smug face.
“Nope. There he is, now.” Scott sat up quickly, flattening his shirt out. Soon, the boy, mitch, approached the table awkwardly.
“Hey,” He said quietly. “Your offer still stands, right?” Kirstie nodded with a smile, patting the seat next to her. He sat down, and Scott cleared his throat.
“I’m, uh, I’m Scott.” Scott introduced, reaching his hand out for mitch to shake. Mitch smiled and shook his hand.
“I’m mitch. You’re from sectionals too, right? Your voice is sick.” Mitch said. Scott’s face heated up slightly, and he nodded.
“Oh, wow. Thank you. Yours is too!”
Kirstie smiled at them both, sighing with satisfaction.
“Excuse me, I’m going to go to the restroom. Where is it?” He asked. Kirstie pointed across the room to where it was. He smiled at her. “Thanks.”
Kirstie cocked her eyebrow at him, a smirk on her face as she rested her chin on her hand.
“Shut up.” Scott said with annoyance. Kirstie laughed loudly again.
“told you I'd be right, Hoying. I'm always right."
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