The English Paper (Scomiche Fanfiction)

Chapter 6: Saturday...Flirt Night?

Scott’s POV

Today was the day. I was going to Mitch Grassi’s house for the first time.

Why was I so nervous?

I have to ask people for their drug money all the time- in graveyards, in even worse parts of town than what I live in, and once in an abandoned railway station because the buyer was a convicted killer. I didn’t get nervous then; I was confident, ready for anything.

But here I was- the big, bad, drug-dealing Scott Hoying- nervous about going to a Junior’s house for an English project.

I was really fucking losing it.

That morning, against my better judgment, I skipped my morning high. If I was going to the Mitch Grassi’s house, I needed to be on top of my game. I took one of the longest showers I’d ever had- the hot water was like an endless supply of ecstasy. I did my hair the way I always did it, just enough gel to make the pieces stay in place, but not too much- I didn’t look like some grease bowl. I wore the nicest clothes I had that could still be considered casual, if that makes any sense. I put on blue skinny jeans, a slightly oversized but incredibly comfortable black sweater, and the all-black Nikes I wore the first day of school. Except today, I put on a splash of my favorite Giorgio Armani cologne.  I was going to drive my Mitchie cra-zy.

I brushed my teeth and used my Listerine breath spray. Feeling completely gorgeous, I left my house with plenty of time to spare.

Mitch's house was 30 minutes away from mine, by foot. I got there at noon and rang the bell. Standing on the front porch, anxiety bubbling in the depths of my stomach.

What was going on? Why the hell was I shitting my pants over this?

The front door swung open. Mitch stood in the doorway looking completely perfect. Like, more perfect than usual.

He didn't have his glasses on, and his big, mocha colored eyes looked so innocent and sweet. Also, his brown hair was perfectly swept over his forehead.

Mitch wore light washed jeans that clung to him in all the right places. He had a navy blue t-shirt on that was slightly too big, and he had on black socks. His shoeless feet were rocking back and forth,  and it was absolutely adorable.

"Hi there, Scott," the way Mitch said my name was so hot.

"Hey," my voice was high. What the fuck? I talk to Mitch all the time at school and I'm always the one making him nervous. Now I can't even look at Mitch.

"Coming in?" Mitch motioned me inside. I stepped inside and the air conditioning felt good against the cold sweat that developed on my skin from talking to Mitch.

"Your parents home?" It was a slightly awkward question, but it seemed quiet and I wanted to know.

"No. We're alone," Mitch smiled and looked up at me innocently. Something about him being a good boy and me, and horribly fucked-up one, turned me on so much.

"Oh," was all I managed to croak out.

"Let's go to my room. We can work up there," Mitch smiled and started jogging up the steps. I felt like a horny 12 year old boy around Mitch, but at the same time, I felt like a real person; not a scary crack-head- and... I liked that.

We arrived in Mitch's room and it must've been twice the size of mine. A flood of relief washed over me- I'm glad we're at his house and not mine.

"Nice room," I commented, looking around.

"Well, sit down," Mitch's voice was slightly higher than usual, and it was making me hard. I looked over- Mitch was sitting on his bed- and he wanted me to sit with him.

On his bed.

Holy shit.

I gulped and nodded noiselessy, walking over to him and sitting about 3 inches away from him.

"So, what do you wanna write the report on?" Mitch slid closer to me with his binder on his lap, the rubric for the project on top. His leg was touching mine, they were right next to each other.

I couldn't stand it.

One more second and I'd-I'd-

Suddenly a pair of luscious lips slammed onto mine. I leaned back and in one perfect movement, Mitch was on top of me.

"Scott," Mitch wimpered against my lips; it was completely hot. "I see the way you look at me. I hope you see the way I look at you. I really like you, Scott."

We continued kissing passionately for a few moments before Mitch continued.

"I'm sick of being a good boy. Show me how to be a bad boy."

That was all I needed.

I ripped Mitch's shirt off and he helped me take mine off, too. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me, the feeling of his skin on mine sending electric shocks straight through me.

Mitch parted his mouth and wimpered when I stuck my tongue in. He straddled me and kissed me back running his fingers through my hair. The sensation was wonderful.

I wanted Mitch, I really did. I wanted all of him, right here on his bed. But at the same time, it was early. I met Mitch all of 4 days ago. He was undoubtedly a virgin, and his first time should be perfect. Not like mine, and not with some fuck-up like me.

"Mitch this is too fast," I said against his lips, struggling to pull away from their softness.

"Take me," he whispered lustfully. I was struggling to control myself, the sensations burning inside me were on fire.

"Mitch this is too fast," I said again, trying to pull away. I turned my head but Mitch started kissing my neck. "Too. Fast."

He gave up and raised his head, until he was on his knees, straddling me and looking down disappointed.

"Why? Why is this too fast? Everything in my life is so slow, Scott. This is fast. So, so, deliciously fast," Mitch looked on the verge of tears.

"I really like you, Mitchie," I said, rubbing his arm supportively. "But your first time should be special. Not with some drug-dealing party boy like me."

"First time? Why do you think I'm a virgin?" He retorted.

I gave Mitch a knowing look.

"Okay, fine. But who cares? I follow all the rules, day in and day out. Why can't I break this one?"

His innocence was so sexy. "Because, Mitch. When you don't care, you end up like me. I don't want that for you."

He sighed and slowly un-straddled me. Pulling the comforter back on his bed, he snuggled into the covers. I gave him an incredulous look.

"Look Scott, I'm tired. I'm going to sleep. Get a blanket, get a pillow, lie down, and take a nap. I promise I won't try anything while you're passed out," Mitch's eyes were closed and he looked like a puppy dog while asleep.

I figured that since Mitch gave me the idea, it wouldn't make me a bad person to lay down with him. I wasn't "tainting his innocence" or anything... right?

After a 5 minute battle with myself, I made my decision.

Pulling the comforter back a little farther, I wrapped the blankets around myself. Mitch snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. Resting his head on my bare chest, Mitch closed his eyes and starting dozing off.

When did he get so brave?

I mean, at school he's seems so young, so innocent.

And at his house, he's this sassy, flirty, and still adorably innocent boy.

I know it's completely fucked up, but I think I'm falling for Mitch Grassi.

Hard.