Sex Ed - A Scomiche Fanfic.

Dear Diary - 4.

8:30am, Wednesday.

"Yo, Mitch." Kirstie came up from behind me. "The Principal wants to see you in his office."

"Why?"

"I don't know, just goooo." Kirstie nudged me. I'm really lucky to have a friend like Kirstie, well, I'm lucky to have any friends. I've been here, what? 3 days? And already I've been shoved into numerous lockers, because like any other high school, if you're gay, you're not fully accepted. But I'm used to it.

"Look, whatever it is, I didn't do it." I mumbled as I opened the door to the Principal's office.

"Mr Grassi, take a seat." I did as I was told. After all, the Principal is kinda a big deal, you do not want to irritate him.

"I've been informed that you're lacking concentration, when you're in your sex education classes. Is this correct?"

"What? So far I've had 1 sex ed class. I started on Monday. And who told you that bullshit?" The fuck is this guy on about?

"Language, Mr Grassi." 

"Sorry sir. Well? Who told you?"

"I did." I turned around and one unbelievably gorgeous Scott Hoying entered the room. "I just feel that you don't really pay attention, and-"

"BITCH PLEASE. I-"

"Let Mr Hoying finish." 

"Fine." I mumbled.

"Anyway, I feel it would be appropriate for you to go to sex ed classes after school. Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays."

"What? No! I can't anyway, I don't have a tutor."

"Yes you do."

"Who?"

"Me."

OK WAIT. DID SCOTT COMPLAIN TO THE PRINCIPAL, JUST SO HE COULD SPEND MORE TIME WITH ME? TEACHING ME, OF COURSE. BUT DID THAT REALLY JUST HAPPEN?

"Fine." I stood up and walked towards the door. "I'll be in your classroom tomorrow. If you aren't there when sixth period ends, I'm going home."

"Mitch, obviously I'll be there. It's my classroom, remember?" OH IS HE FOR REAL? IS HE BEING CLEVER WITH ME? I WOULD PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE, BUT I WOULDN'T WANT TO RISK RUINING THAT PERFECT JAWLINE OF HIS.

"Yeah, well, I, BYE." I walked out of the room, slamming the door behind me. 

He totally wants me.

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