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History Lesson

Told y'all id write sooner or later ❤

Scott's POV

"So class, can anyone tell me what the angle of elevation of the building on the projector is?" My teacher, Mrs. Winston said. I always liked Mrs. Winston, she was relatively nice, sometimes.

"How about you Hoying?" she said pointing at me.

"Well Mrs. Winston, if we use simple Trigonometry, in this case the tangent, we will get the answer of 43°" I said looking right at my teacher, as she was beaming with pride. "Correct Mr. Hoying, correct."

I continued onto the next problem, which was basically the same thing except I had to find the angle of depression and use the cosine instead.

I finished the worksheet which was really homework for the rest of the class and handed it to Mrs. Winston just as the bell rang. It was time for my favorite class, history.

I loved history so much. My teacher promised me that today we could talk about the revolutionary war, it is my favorite time period in history.

It was almost time for midterms and we had extra time. I sat down in my seat and greeted the teacher, Mrs. Lynn, giving her a friendly smile.

Right before the bell rings....he walks in, and takes his assigned seat right next to me.

Mitch-buttcheek-on-a-stick-Grassi. Now look I didnt have anything against Mitch in the beginning, but...okay I know its petty, but he doesn't like Hamilton.

Now as someone who LOVES Hamilton, im offended, that you cannot appreciate the greatness that Lin-Manuel Miranda has created for us. Hes entitled to his own opinion, but come on man.

Anyway, Mrs. Lynn starts class and that pulls me out of my thoughts.

"Scott, I had an idea, and I thought that you could teach the class today, since you seem so enthusiastic about the revolutionary war, I want you to teach it."

This can't be real.

Holy crap! I get to teach the uncultured swine about mah dudes!

I get up to the podium that the teacher usually is standing behind and I face the class ready to speak.

"Why don't we start with y'all telling me what you know about the revolution." I say confidently. Someone raises their hand.

"Yes Vicki?" I ask, excited to see what she knows. " I know that some dude name George was like ruling us or something and then the president George, wait is that the same person? Well anyway the other George like fought against Paul retriver or something."

I can't do this.

I shook my head as everyone laughed. "Some of that is right so we are off to a pretty good start first of all it was King George of Britain and he did have power over us. Eventually we became sick of it though."

Mitch buttcheek raised his hand. "What do you mean by we?" he asked cockily.

"Well, America, duh." I said matter-of-factly. He however didnt seem impressed.

"Ya know Mr. Hoying I am your "student" for today, you better play nice or I'll tell the principal." I scoffed and continued the lesson.

I was just about finished with explaining about the feud between Aaron Burr and mah main dude, Alexander Hamilton.

"Hamilton and Burr both agreed to duel, as this was common back in the 1700s, and when Burr got there, he became very siked out because Hamilton was looking so intent, like he was ready to shoot Burr."

Buttcheek raised his hand yet again. "This is all very boring Hoying, can we get to the part where he dies now?" he said clearly not interested in my lesson.

"You know what Grassi, out in the hall!" I said fed up with his bull. The class erupted into a chorus of 'ooooos' as we made our way out.

"Okay buttcheek listen, this is my lesson, so get in there and just listen, you might actually learn something!" I said fully angered with his behavior.

"Did you seriously just call me a buttcheek? Hoying are we two? Fucking Christ, just say that Burr was the damn fool that shot Hamilton so I can do my math."

I looked at him cocking my head to the side. "How did you know that line from Hamilton?" I asked looking at him sideways.

He looked away quickly, and whispered. "I dont know what youre talking about."

I knew it, "You like Hamilton!"

"Bitch please" he says, "Ive seen 7 year olds perform jingle bell rock better than that entire performance beginning to end."

I sat there with my mouth open. "How dare you!? I get that you dont like it but Jesus you dont have to be so rude! Im going back to teach the class that you disrupted, you can come back if you want I dont give a hoot."

I stormed off back into the classroom as fast as I could. I hate Mitch so much.

Mitch's pov

Okay, look I know I was acting like a dick, but its fun to mess with him! His cute face gets all red and he stares at me for a few seconds, I know, I know, I sound creepy, but, Ive had a crush on him since 5th grade.

Ive tried to be nice to him but it doesn't work. Obviously being mean doesn't either. When he showed up to school wearing a Hamilton shirt I knew I had to say I didnt like it, because maybe he would talk to me and try to explain why it was so good.

But he never did. I just want to at least be his friend for now. I sat back in my seat, and waited for the day to be over.

The bell rung and i got my backpack and basically ran to my locker. As I approached it, I saw a note on my locker that read

Mitch,

Look I know that I over-reacted today in, well, outside of class today and im sorry, You're not a buttcheek. I wanted to make up for being so rude to you by inviting you over to my house for dinner tonight. My mom makes a killer roast and potatoes. I know youre gluten free so I will make sure everything is you-safe :) again im sorry, and I hope we can move on from this, also heroes my number, to...ya know....text and confirm. XXX-XXX-XXXX
Sincerely,
Scott <3

Aww! This is adorable! I texted him that it sounded fine and I would be over soon.

As I was promised, the roast was fantastic, and everything gluten free. I not only got a terrific meal, but I also got a great friend.

Hope you guys liked it!!!! First line in a WHILE! Okay
BAIIIIII!!!