Sex Ed - A Scomiche Fanfic.

Dear Diary - 2.

Monday - 3:30PM
I found my way to Scott's classroom.
"Well, I'm here." I muttered as I slumped into the chair in front of him. I didn't really want to be there. "Why am I the only one here? Where's everyone else? I thought this was supposed to be detention.
"It is. But out of everyone I taught today, nobody else got a detention. You're the only one." Scott replied, running his hand through his hair.
"Oops." I said, sarcastically. "So, what, am I supposed to just sit here for 30 minutes?
"In a normal situation, yes. But I'm feeling nice. You can go on your phone, and you can stay for 15 minutes. Deal?" He asked.
"Deal." I half smiled, and took my phone out. It's dead. Great. I put it back in my pocket, sighing.
Scott looked up. "This is your first day here, isn't it? Why did you move schools?"
"Cause I wanted to. Why did you become a teacher, which, by the way, you are shit at."
"Cause I wanted to. Why did you laugh during my lesson?"
"Cause I wanted to. Why did you get a hard-on during sex ed?"
"Cause I-" He didn't continue, he just stared at the ground.
"Cause you like dick?" He looked up and swallowed.
"No."
"Don't even bother lying." I scoffed.
"I'm not lying."
"Oh okay so if I offered to shove your dick in my mouth you'd refuse?"
"Y-yes."
"Why are you hiding the fact that you're gay? There's nothing to be ashamed of." I reached out and smacked his ass. He grabbed my hand.
"Don't." He said with all seriousness. "Anyway, I'm engaged, to a girl, so no, I'm not gay."
"What? You're engaged? But you're 18"
"I know. My parents forced me to get engaged to this rich girl called Ashley the moment I turned 18. They wanted me to marry her, so they would get money."
"Are you happy?"
"Yes." Scott hesitated before answering.
"No you're not. You're 18, you can do what you want, you don't have to get married to her."
"I want to."
"No, you don't. You're gay, even if you don't know it yourself." With that, I walked out of the classroom, leaving Scott to his own thoughts.
Monday - 5:42PM
I decided to go to Starbucks, because I haven't had one for like TWO DAYS.
Okay so I was just sat in Starbucks, on my phone, sipping my drink, and then guess who turns up with his fiancé. Scott. Fucking Scott. And he looked so miserable.
I don't know why, but the minute I laid eyes on Ashley, I knew she was a bitch. And I was right!
"Oh Scottie, I left my purse at home, can you pay?" She clung onto his arm. Did she balls leave her purse at home. Absolute bullshitter.
"I-I don't have enough." He stuttered, feeling his pockets for loose change. But I thought teacher's got paid loads?
"What do you mean you haven't got enough money?" Ashley hissed.
"W-Well I did just pay for your new car."
"I can't believe I'm getting married to you! You're lucky, actually, because nobody else would marry you." She whispered.
This bitch.
"Here, let me pay." I waltzed over to them.
"Oh, I, um, it's fine Mitch, really there's no nee-"
"Do you know this guy, Scott?" Ashley raised one eyebrow.
"Yeah, he's one of my stude-"
"I'll have a large caramel frappe, with cream." Ashley interrupted Scott.
"Sure!" I put on my fakest smile, and turned to Scott.
"I-I'll just have a regular coffee, if that's ok." He avoided eye contact with me.
I ordered and paid for the drinks, and handed the coffee to Scott.
"Thanks."
"Well?" Ashley held out her hand, waiting for me to give her the drink. But I had other ideas.
"Of course!" I took the lid off and threw the frappe all over her. Scott covered his mouth and tried to keep in his laughter.
"You're welcone." I winked at Scott and walked out.