Trouble Pt. 2

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Because someone asked for it
:)

Oh and this is written in a different format from the last chapters because I'm not sure 100% if I like it
Enjoy you little people
-Steph
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"Punish me" he whispered again.

"You are impossible!"



"But you love it."

Well shit.

"You guys are to sit here. No talking. No phones. No getting out of your seats. You are to sit here and think about what you-"
The teacher that was in charge of detention today, got interrupted by an incoming call.

"Yes... really... crap, okay... see you in a minute... alright bye"

He set down the phone and sighed
"Behave. This is an emergency." And with that he walked out of the door. The second the door closed, the once dead silent classroom turned into loud conversations amongst the other high schoolers.
"I can not believe you got me sent to detention" I said, crossing my arms.
"Awe come on, as long as your with me" he said in a sing song voice. I couldn't help but roll my eyes even though a large smile was on my face.
"I thought you were straight" I said out of no where. He seemed to have clenched his jaw, did I make him uncomfortable, oops.

"Everyone thinks I am, but your my little secret" he whispered.
"Oh so I'm a secret now?" I asked in amusement. I kept it cool but I was internally flipping the fuck out, ever since I was pulled into a dark closet and pinned up against the door, my world has just been upside down.
"No....

mine"

Scott Hoying,
The Scott Hoying,
Just called me,
His.

I was still too shocked to respond so I just kind of sat there, awkwardly. Really fucking awkward.
Obviously he could tell I was flipping out because he just stared at me, waiting for me to respond.
Apparently he waited long enough because he changed to topic. Keeping my mind off of what just happened.
"Truth or dare?" He asked on of nowhere.
I just shook my head, "Absolutely not, because your going to make me confess something embarrassing or make me do something stupid."
He just laughed,
"I didn't think making you make out with me again would be that stupid." He said, trying not to laugh.
I couldn't help but let out a little laugh, and decided that because we have nothing else to do I'll play.
Yeah for that reason
'Because we have nothing else to do'

"Oh my god. Fine" I thought for a minute on what I should choose.
"Truth." I stated
He nodded his head and thought for a moment and I was not excited for what he was going to come up with.

"For how long have you liked me?" He finally asked.
I almost choked on the water I was drinking at the moment.
A deep blush rose on my cheeks as I honestly answered the question,
"Freshman year." I said quietly, looking down at my lap.
"Really? That's nothing!" Scott replied.
I looked up confused.
"Sixth grade..." He said
I just got more confused. He leaned in close and set both his hands on my shoulders
"I.Have.Liked.You.Since.Sixth.Grade" he said, pausing in between each word.
"What?" I was so confused, surprised, happy, I couldn't form a coherent sentence.
His face was still really close to mine when the teacher walked in again.
Before the he realized what was going on, Scott placed a quick kiss on my cheek and turned in his chair, a smile on his face, making me blush tremendously.
I just got even more red when Scott looked over and winked at me.
He will be the death of me oh my god.

A few minutes passed of uncomfortable silence, before a familiar folder piece of paper was laid on my desk. I opened it painfully slowly to see what it read.

Friday, 6:00. I'm coming to pick you up.

-S

P.S: Yes, it is a date ;)

For a moment I felt my heart burst out of my chest.
I just got asked out on a date by my crush I have had all through High School. What?
My happy thoughts were interrupted when the teachers loud, obnoxious voice echoed in the dead silent classroom.

"Now that you all have thought about what you did"

Oh no.

"You are going to tell the rest of us what it was"



Well shit.

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AYEE
LOVE YOU DONT HURT ME OKAY BYE MUAH SORRY ITS SHORT

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