The English Paper (Scomiche Fanfiction)

Chapter 5: The English Paper

Mitch's POV

Scott cruised into the English classroom with a slight stumble in his step. They bell had rung almost a full 15 minutes ago- why did he always have to be so late?

Everyone was staring at him, and naturally their attention shifted to me when he slumped into his chair and swung an arm over my shoulder.

"Grassi!" Mr. Tankem croaked, giving me a disgusted look of disapproval. "We've gone over this. Keep the homo out of my classroom!"

Quiet snickers came from other students. I threw Scott's arm off me in disbelief.

1. I didn't even do anything to deserve public humiliation in front of everyone.

2. Why not yell at Scottie boy over here, too? He's gay, everyone knows. I guess it's easier to assume the teachers pet, high- pitched-voice choir boy is homosexual than Mr. Drugs and Parties.

I still didn't understand why he was hitting on me so obviously. I knew he was trying to mess up my life, but I didn't do anything to him- on the other hand, I'm the one he told him to stay away from me.

Maybe...maybe he just has a crush on me.

My heart fluttered a little and anxiety boiled in my stomach.

Wait- what the heck just happened?

I don't care if Snorty Sally has a crush on me or not. He's a horrible show for a human- his parents must be so disappointed.  I'd be.

Realizing I was swimming in thoughts of Blondie sitting next to me, I pulled my focus to Mr. Tankem.

"Today we'll start the first project of the year. It's a partner project," he started.

Oh boy! Here it comes. My master plan.

"Everyone's going to write a persuasive argument on whatever topic you choose. Partners will be who you're sitting with," Mr. Tankem's voice trailed off after that.

The bell rang and Party Boy was a little lost in the clouds and looking pretty dazed as he got up. Quickly,  I scribbled my address down on sheet of notebook paper and tore it off. There was no way in hell I'd be going to Scott's house- it was probably a Meth Lab. Plus, if I wanted to strike at him before he struck me, he'd have to come over.

"Here," I said viciously,  shoving the paper at Dr. Cocaine's chest. If Scott thought I'd be in a terrible mood when he came over, it'd be that much easier to throw him off if I was flirting, all in his face."Saturday. My house. Bring any illegal substances and I'll call the cops on you."

With that, I stormed out of the classroom and continued with my day,  driven by the news of the paetner project in English. I had looked up what we'd be doing today in class on the school's website, which most people didn't even know we had. The news of the project was just what I needed. At lunch, I sat with Kirstie and told her the news.

"No way!" She squealed, slapping my arm playfully. "Don't eat or drink anything he brings over. It could be drugged- or poisoned. Be careful, Mitchie! Keep your eyes peeled 24/7... and if he tries anything, call the cops. I'll testify for you."

"Relax, Kirst," I laughed, eating a fry from my tray. "I've had this planned. I'm gonna throw him off before he gets me. And if he tries anything too crazy, I'll be on him faster than you can say-"

"Scott!" Kirstie said quietly and with a rare flash of timidness.

I looked up from my food to see Scott walking up to where Kirstie and I sat. Following behind him were 2 guys, both looking extremely hardcore.

"Hi Mitchie," He cooned, sliding into the seat across from me.

"Don't call me that," I scowled, not daring to make eye contact with those two sparkling blue-

Ugh, Mitch. Stop!

"Why not?" Scott reached to take my hand but I pulled away. "Kirstie can."

"That's because Kirstie is my friend, and you're not," I forgot about the plan. He was making me nervous; I was still talking to the food on my tray and Scott took notice.

"Look up at me, babe," He put one finger on my chin and tilted my head up. I could feel the heat crawling into my cheeks as a result from his touch.

A smug smile came across his face and one eyebrow went up. Scott began, "See, you like it when I touch you. Don't act like you hate me."

"I'm not acting," I retorted, moving my head out of arm's reach when his finger started tracing my jawline. "So leave."

"Whatever, honey buns," he smiled and memories of the water fountain flooded back. His 10 seconds of Zac Efron-material were over,  I stressed in my head. "Can't wait for our date Saturday night."

I was ready to set the fact straight that Saturday was only for my turn in this little game we were playing, and a date was out of the question. But he jumped up from the seat at our lunch table. Spinning around he started walking back to his usual seat with Kevin and Avi on the other side of the room.

Not that I was watching, but I could have sworn Scott was purposely swaying his hips more on his way to his seat.

"A picture would last longer," Kirstie said, laughing at the fact that I couldn't stop staring at Dr. Cocaine's behind.

"Shut up, Kirst," I said playfully, taking another bite of my lunch.

"What're you even gonna do with him tomorrow?" She laughed.

"Oh, you know. A little touchy, a little feely." Smiling mischievously, I took my tray and gave it to the nearest janitor.

After choir tonight, I'd be headed home to plan my revenge. Saturday couldn't come faster.