//countryhuman stories\\

ScotAus (hs au) 9

Aus shifted a little bit after a while, moving her head up to look at him. She hadn't slept for very long, maybe about fifteen minutes, before she had woken up.

"Scot?" Her voice was delicate as she traced a couple of shapes onto his chest, dropping her gaze from his face to her fingers, watching as they drew a little love heart on his shirt.

He didn't respond, instead continuing to take slow, even breaths as his eyes stayed closed. Maybe he was still asleep?

Aus looked up again after some minutes passed by.

His face looked rather different than when he was awake; it had a gentle aspect to it, nothing like his hard expression usually.

She made sure she was comfortable again, moving up closer as she rested her cheek against his collarbone, still somewhat cuddling him as she closed her eyes, taking a steady breath.

"You know," her voice was incredibly hushed, talking to herself. "Sometimes I wonder if the other girls are right. That I'm ugly. Or that I really didn't have the personality for cheer." She cracked her eyes open, still resting on his slow-rising chest, still drawing little shapes and doodles. "I don't like how they talk to me when they see me with you. Even after I quit cheer they still hate me. Because I talk to you."

She never ever got to let these things off her chest, so having someone, especially Scot (even if he was asleep), was nice. It was probably for the better that he was asleep, though. She wouldn't know how to respond if he wasn't.

"And I don't wanna stop talking to you." She frowned a bit. "Because you're my closest friend. I've known you for far longer than those girls have. But I can't help but feel terrible when they say that I'm such a slut for hugging you. They keep thinking I'm trying to feel you down when I do."

She stopped drawing for a little bit, releasing a sigh.

"When I think back to what happened in the stalls, it makes me feel like a slut. I can't stop thinking about it, though." She mumbled, turning her head to face the other direction, her hand no longer doodling across his chest. "I feel embarrassed that you know I have piercings. I wonder if you want me the way I want you."

Scot didn't move a muscle, his breathing pattern not changing as he cracked his eyes open to regard Aus with a silent gaze, only looking when she was turned away from him.

"I d.. I dream about you a lot. In class. When I watch you on the field. When I sleep." She confessed, her face going pink as she spoke.

Thank god Scot was a heavy sleeper.

"The things we'd do if... if you... liked me back. It's dumb how bad I want you." She stayed quiet for a few seconds. "I liked it when you did what you did in the stall. I feel shameful that I do, but—.. but I-...." she didn't have an excuse. She really was just a slut, huh? "...I guess the girls were right. I am just a desperate whore."

She stayed quiet after that, no longer speaking.

Scot shuffled a little, adjusting his position and moving his fingers to start playing with her hair again, like how he had before they fell asleep. He breathed out a soft sigh before speaking, mumbling quietly. "Aus... you're not a whore. Or a slut. You are a very nice girl."

His words melded together and were very quiet, but he knew Aus was able to hear them.

Aus jumped up from his chest, her face heating up faster than her thoughts ran, her eyes blown out wide as she looked down at him, hair falling onto her face.

"H— how much — did... hear? Did you—... I— H—" she stumbled over her words constantly. "How much did you he—"

"I never really fell asleep, actually," he murmured, resting his hands on his chest and folding them together now that her head was no longer there.