//countryhuman stories\\

ScotAus (hs au) 4

~on the bus again~

Aus followed close behind Scot as they boarded the already-packed bus, smiling at the driver as she passed by. She would probably have to sit on someone again, and she didn't think Scot would let her sit on anyone but him.

The boys in the back of the bus were already overly rowdy, only quieting once the coach stood up from his seat in the front and yelled at them at a volume that made Aus wince.

Aus slowly passed through where the cheerleaders were sitting, keeping her eyes on the ground and making sure to step over any outstretched legs so she wouldn't trip again.

An aggressive shove knocked her down anyways, making her land on her hands and knees as the cheerleaders giggled at Aus' position.

"You'd stop being such a slut if you knew what was good for you," one of them said sweetly. Aus didn't know who, but that didn't matter as a bottle cracked open and she was doused in electric blue Gatorade.

Embarrassment once again welled up in Aus' chest as she stumbled to her feet, pushing her dripping hair back so she could see where she was going as she was laughed at.

Aus wiped her face as she sighed, frowning down at her wet shirt and walking towards the back of the bus.

"Yoo, what the fuck happened?" one of the voices called out to her, leaning against the chair. "Did you run into a sprinkler?" he obviously didn't see what had happened,

"No, um... " Aus was about to speak again before she shut her mouth, shaking her head. "It's whatever. It's fine." she squeezed her shirt, biting her bottom lip as she tried to search for Scot.

She knew Scot wouldn't let her sit in his lap, but, maybe he'd lend something like a cloth to help her clean up.

Someone grabbed her waist from behind and pulled her down so she was sitting sideways in their lap. "Hey, you alright? Why're you wet?"

Aus turned her head to see Scot regarding her with a curious look. "Oh-- I'm sorry, I don't mean to get you wet--" she struggled to escape his grip and stand up again. "I can stand, I just want to know if-- if you had a cloth or something..."

Scot held her down in his lap and reached into his nearby sports bag with one hand, pulling a black practice shirt out and resting it across her thighs, using one of the sleeves to gently wipe her face clean. The sports drink had already begun to dry, leaving sticky residue on her skin. "What happened?"

Aus looked down at her lap, as if she was a child being scolded. Her voice was hushed when he talked to him, only loud enough for him to hear.

"The girls up front tripped me and then spilled a drink on me. I don't know who, though." She mumbled, wanting desperately to change. God. She felt so cold and sticky.

Scot lips turned down as he glanced to the front, then reaching back into his sports bag and taking out a dark hoodie. "You seem cold, wear this. If you want, you can take off your wet shirt after you have the hoodie on."

Aus burnt up again, nodding gently. "I think that would be best."

She pulled the oversized hoodie onto herself, then pulling her arms back through the sleeves and managing to take her wet shirt off, folding it neatly and taking Scot's training shirt, placing her own onto Scot's.

She then adjusted her sitting on his lap, tucking her arms back into the hoodie and unclipping her bra, pulling that off as well. She folded it tight into a ball so no one else could see it was in fact her bra, pulling it out of the hoodie and quickly wrapping Scot's shirt around it, placing it into his bag again after she was sure there wouldn't be any leakage.

She sighed gently as she leaned on him, feeling a lot better— less sticky, more warm, more comfortable. She nuzzled her cheek against his shoulder.

"Thank you," she spoke softly, smiling up at him.

He didn't say anything in response, instead wrapping one arm around her waist and setting his other hand in her lap, holding her thigh and softly rubbing it. "You can sleep if you're still tired. I don't mind. We have a while before the bus gets back to the school."

Aus made a small sound as she turned, straddling Scot's lap and resting her chin in his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck as she got comfy, her tits (and pierced nips) pressing against his chest as she did. "Mmkay, I trust you." She closed her eyes, falling asleep only a few moments later.

The boys, however, were not tired.

One peeked up from behind Scot's seat.

"She took off her shirt, huh?" He spoke quietly, smugly, as he looked at Scot. He knew Scot couldn't move now that the cute T-M was asleep on his lap.

"None of your fucking business," Scot mumbled, holding her against him like she was a baby, slowly rubbing her back. "Now shut up, she's sleeping."

A boy in the seat across the aisle piped up. "Her bra too. She put it in Scot's bag."

Suddenly, to the boys in the back of the bus, Scot's sport bag was the most interesting thing on the planet.

"Don't even think about touching my bag, I'll break your fingers off," Scot snarled lowly, hushed enough that he wouldn't wake Aus up. "Leave her alone, it's been a long day. And you cunts added to that by constantly harassing her."

Scot glared at his teammates. Some of them had the decency to mumble a quiet 'sorry.'

One of the boys narrowed his eyes at Scot.

"What about when you were flirting with her? Don't act like you weren't. You did the exact same thing I did to her earlier." The boy's voice still remained hushed like Scot's to keep the pretty girl from waking.

"You fucking did what--"

A small scuffle broke out as Scot tried to sock the guy with one hand, the other beating Scot's shoulder with a fist. Several of their teammates quietly separated them and forced their arms down. No one wanted to wake up Aus.

Once Scot settled down again and had both arms around Aus, he snapped "Don't fucking touch her like that, she's not yours."

Aus gently stirred for a moment, taking a deep breath before shifting in his lap, falling back asleep after a few minutes.

The same boy piped up again, less acid in his voice now.

"She's not yours either, Scot." He mumbled, crossing his arms and looking out the window.

"It's obvious that he wants her to be, though," a different teammate spoke.

There were some scattered sounds of agreement, and one whispered "simp", which Scot ignored. God, he couldn't have a female friend without his buddies assuming stupid shit. Well, whatever. At least Aus was okay.

stupid brick man. no brain cells. hhg