Mitch sat in his third period quietly as the room filed with students as the bell went off. The back of the room seemed easier for Mitch because he didn't want to be called on, but the front started to sound better when the blonde Kirstie warned him about sat next to him.
He decided to just keep his head down and hope he would be left alone. The blonde released a loud sigh and looked over at Mitch, "What's your name, pretty boy?" He asked with his arms crossed over his chest. "M- Mitch." The blonde nodded, ignoring Mitch's stutter.
"I saw you met Kirstie, did she warn you about me yet?" He asked with a scoff. Mitch couldn't speak, he was terrified Scott would do something to him. "Come on, pretty boy. I think I deserve to know if someone was talking about me behind my back." Scott said in a quiet voice while the teacher gave the lecture.
"Sh-she said to stay away from you. That you have a long record. You-" he began, stopping out of fear. "I?" Scott pressed on, raising his eyebrow.
"She said you use people for sex." Mitch said shyly after a few moments of Scott looking at him. Scott scoffed and shook his head, "Of course she would be the one to say that." He said before falling silent and starring straight ahead. Mitch knew better than to say anything at this point, when someone was mad he just let them be mad.
A/N well, I'm posting this at four in the morning... why? Because I can't sleep.
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Pretty Boy
FanfictionScott is a bad boy. A lot of people know this too, until a new kid by the name of Mitch Grassi comes to town and decides to discover the reasons on his own.
