It's Complicated

Chapter 10

"Scott?" I said nervously. He was on his chair, facing away from me. I could only hope he wasn't mad at me. Surely he would understand that it was necessary for me to kiss her- I have no feelings whatsoever for her. Surely Scott didn't doubt me on that?

I walked forward so I saw standing behind him and he still said nothing and didn't acknowledge me. I touched his shoulder and his jaw clenched. He looked up at me, and there was a fire in his eyes that I didn't recognize. I dropped my hand slowly. 

"Scott.. are you mad at me?" I asked, and I figured it was a stupid question. I saw him swallow and he pointed to the door. I looked at him in confusion. 

"Please leave, Mitch," He said softly, and I frowned. He didn't want to see me, for now at least. I felt a lump in my throat but I nodded and walked out anyway. Right before I was about to exit the classroom, I turned around, hoping he'd ask me to stay. I had no such luck.

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The rest of the day for me was filled with anxiety and worrying. I didn't have Scott at the end of the day because I had double math for the last two hours of the day, and that worried me yet filled me with relief. Maybe he just needed space and time to calm down after what I'd done, but I wanted to see him so bad. I could only look forward to tutoring.

The only thing I could focus on was the fact that he was probably mad at me. I'd messed up, and I had tried to put myself in his shoes. What if I had seen him kissing another female teacher? I would've been upset of course, but I certainly wouldn't have pushed him away. I would have confronted him about it. 

I was sitting in math, waiting for the last 30 minutes to go by. This class was dragging, and I couldn't concentrate when I had bigger issues to tend to. I could have sworn the clock was slowing down jst to annoy me. I took a deep breath and sat up, looking at the worksheet that had been assigned as either in class work or homework. I decided that doing it now would be better, because then Scott wouldn't have to worry about helping me with it and I could talk to him without any distractions. 

Finally, the bell rang, symbolizing the end of the school day. I jumped out of my seat and was the first one out the door, not even caring about the looks my classmates gave me. I ran across the hall and stopped right outside of his classroom. I would wait outside until every one of his students had left before going in, I decided. I leaned against the wall and waited patiently.

After a few minutes the door finally opened and Scott stepped outside, opening the door and gesturing for me to go inside. He'd been waiting for me, and I couldn't tell if this was a good thing or a bad thing. When I was inside the classroom, he did the customary thing and locked the door. He went and leaned against the wall, and looked at me expectantly. "I'm sorry," I said hoarsely. He looked surprised. He extended his hand out and I walked forward and took it, dropping my backpack on the ground. He entwined our fingers and stared at our hands for a little while. 

"You think I'm mad at you?" He asked quietly. I nodded, unable to speak. "You silly, silly boy. I could never ever be mad at you. Don't you understand? I'm upset with myself, because I can't show you affection in public. I want to be able to kiss you without having to worry about being thrown in jail. I want to be able to treat you the way you treated Kirstie." I stared at him in surprise. He wasn't mad at me? He grabbed my waist and pulled me so I was leaning against him, and leaned down to my height so he could kiss me. It wasn't a soft apologetic kiss like I was expecting. No, it was a hungry kiss. He turned us around and suddenly he had me pinned against the wall, both of his hands on my waist. I gasped in surprise against his mouth, but he didn't stop kissing me. 

He ran his hands all over my torso and slowly moved his hands under my shirt, and I gasped again at the feeling of his cold hands touching my bare stomach. He pulled his mouth away but didn't stop touching me. I felt my knees go weak as his touch became softer yet more pleasant. His mouth was against my ear and he licked my ear lobe before taking it in between his teeth gently. "Now, there's something we need to discuss," He whispered. 

"What?" I choked out, and moaned as he reached down to massage my ass through my jeans. I whimpered as he mercilessly groped it. He began kissing down my neck. 

"We are boyfriend, correct?" He asked against my neck as he left a small love mark. I nodded, unable to respond. "So that means you are allowed to kiss no one but me, because you belong to me, correct?" I nodded again and had to place my fist in my mouth to stop from screaming when he bit down on the sensitive skin he was marking. 

"You may not kiss Kirstie again, understood? You're mine?" He growled, and pulled my face up so he could kiss me again. He didn't let me have any control, instead forced his tongue inside my mouth and took the lead. I tried to kiss him back as well as I could. He took my bottom lip between his teeth and let it go slowly. I licked my lips and his eyes widened. He picked me up by the waist and took me away from the wall and set me down on the counter, moving away some test tubes. He placed himself in between my legs and I wrapped my legs around his waist. 

We continued kissing, and apparently the lust hadn't left him yet because he began plaming me, much to my surprise. I squeaked against his touch. "Understood?" He demanded, and I nodded. "You are mine, only mine, and I don't care if Jesus himself tells you to kiss Kirstie or anyone else, you will not do it." He said, and I was in no state to argue. 

"Scott, take me," I gasped. He stepped back in surprise, pulling away from me. 

"Mitch, I didn't mean to make you want this. I was just having fun with you," He said. I stared at him desperately. 

"Well look what your fun did to me!" I said, pointing at the growing bulge in my pants. He looked like he was contemplating it, but he shook his head.

"I can't. You're still a minor. That would be wrong of me," He said, and I groaned in annoyance. He was back to his rational, irritating self. 

"Scott, you can't do this to me," I pleaded. He shook his head.

"Although the thought of having you leaned over my desk is highly pleasant, I can't I was only showing you that you belong to me, that's all," He said, and I grit my teeth. 

"You're annoying," I snapped. He laughed. 

"But you love me," He said, and I couldn't help but agree with him.

Y'all are thirsty as heck for smut, and I promise you that there will be smut but just not now. Scott has a point, he wants to wait til Mitch is legal. But there will be smut. I promise. 

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