//countryhuman stories\\

ScotAus (hs au) 2

~on the bus~

"Looks like there's no space left," said the bus driver, leaning back in his seat and changing his glance from the boys and girls sitting in their seats to Aus.

"Oh," Aus rubbed the back of her neck, holding the clipboard to her chest. "Does that--"

"Does that mean she's off the bus?" cut in a girl from the front, a few of the cheerleaders giggling at her statement. "What's she doing here anyways?"

"Well, you could always share a seat with one of the gir--" the bus driver was cut off.

"Ay my lap's free!" called one of the boys from the back, a semi-joking tone hiding behind his words-- but you could tell he wouldn't mind, his arms leaning on the seat in front of him. A couple of boys whooped and laughed or added in varying versions of what he said with either crude or sweet nicknames, like 'sweet cheeks' or 'mamasita' (Aus had no idea what that meant).

There was a loud smack from the back of the bus, like someone had been hit, followed shortly after by a long groan. The noise simmered down to the point where Aus could hear Scot's voice in the mix.

"Aus, come here."

Aus immediately started to make her way through the bus at the familiar voice, nearly tripping over one of the cheerleader's feet which were stuck out onto the pathway, a red blooming on her face as one of the jocks touched her thigh playfully.

When she finally made it to Scot, she looked at him. "Yeah? What's up?"

She felt someone grab her ass, and she jerked forward with a soft yelp into Scot to get away from whoever was groping her, then instantly reeling back to stay out of Scot's personal space. She could almost feel the cheerleaders' hateful glares drilling through her skull as she suffered from third-degree embarrassment.

Scot didn't say anything, instead taking a firm hold on her waist and pulling her into his lap, where he looped his arms around her like a seatbelt.

Embarrassment ran through Aus' veins, her face redder than ever as she put her hands on top of Scot's, her clipboard squished against her breasts. "Scot?" she whipped her head around to look at him, unaware of how close they were. "Wha-- we--!"

"Alright, that works." The bus driver shifted in his seat as the doors closed, Aus turning her head to look at the driver.

"Wait-- I can get o--!"

"Oh, hohoho, lucky girl Aus. Or I should say lucky guy Scot!" one of Scot's teammates grinned at the boy, raising a brow. "How's her ass feel, dude?"

Aus kept her lips zipped shut as she looked down at the floor, her face still burnt red.

Scot tightened his hold on Aus, but instead of it feeling restricting it provided another degree of security-- in Aus' opinion, at least. "You'll never get to know."

"Aw, c'mon! Learn to share!"

"There's plenty of desperate girls up front. Take your pick of them. Aus is mine."

Aus covered her face with her hands, leaning back into Scot and groaning gently. She could faintly hear the offended protests of the cheerleaders.

"Wait a minute," said one of the boys from behind Scot, peeking out of his seat to look at the girl in Scot's lap. "Since she's T-M (team manager), she'll be hanging around us, right? Filling the bottles and stuff?" He smirked. "What happens if Scot's on the field, then? Will she be up for grabs?"

Aus felt like the only toy at a dog shelter, being thrown around and tugged at. Why her? She thought, there were plenty of other, prettier girls up front.

"No. Touch her and I'll break your fucking fingers," Scot muttered. Aus could feel his chest vibrate against her back when he spoke.

"Aw, no fair." One of the boys sitting in the seat in front of them turned around, resting his chin on the backrest and smiling at Aus. "Weren't you part of the cheer team? I'd remember that cute face anywhere."