My evening with Scott last night was perfect and I can't wait to see him again and celebrate his birthday with all of his friends today.
I was mean't to be at his house early to hang out and help him and Esther set up for the party, so I woke up early to start studying. I made a deal with mom that if I had my homework finished early, she would allow me to go over to Scott's, so I made sure to do just that and was finished up by 4:00.
Scott called me at around 4:20 to inform me he was home from school and that I could come over.
I decided to ride my bike over because I was sick of being cooped up in my house, plus mom and Mike were still at work and I couldn't ask them for a ride.
As I exited the front door I felt a body collide into mine.
"Oh, sor- Mike?"
Why was Mike home from work so early?
I steadied myself so I wouldn't fall over. "Why are you home so early? I though that you work until 7 now."
"Not on Fridays." Mike shrugged, looked at me curious. "Where are you heading?"
"Um... a friends house."
I nodded my head shyly.
"Is it Kirstin?"
I rolled my eyes. "No, It's my friend Scott."
I mentally scolded myself. Why had I told him that? I could have just said I was going to study with Kirstie.
Mike smirked. "Scott?"
"Uh, yeah. Why?" I questioned.
"I know him."
My heart stopped for a moment.
"Know him?" How did he know him? I didn't even say his last name.
"Yeah, Scott Hoying. I know him, and I know why you're going to see him."
I felt my anxiety rise. "I-it's his birthday..."
"No, Mitchell." Mike said calmly, grabbing onto my shoulder roughly. "I know why you're going to see him. Just tell me the truth."
No... he couldn't know why I was going to see him. Not unless-
"Mom told you, didn't she?" I asked shakily, tears already running down my cheeks.
Mike shoved me into the front door violently, my back coming into contact with the wood, leaving me in no doubt that I would find a bruise there later.
"P-please." I begged uselessly, knowing full well what to expect next.
My cheek burned from where Mike had slapped me.
"My son is not a faggot. I refuse for you to be a homosexual, Mitchell-Coby. You will repent to Jesus right now for your sins."
I didn't respond. I couldn't. I just nodded my head in hopes of Mike releasing my shoulders.
Mike sighed, releasing me gently, a look of horror on his face.
"Mitchell..." He started. "I'm so sorry."
I nodded slightly, holding a hand up to the spot where his hand landed on my cheek.
"I shouldn't have lost my temper, and I apologize for that. It's just... I never thought that my son would grow up into such an abomination. It-- your homesexuality... It's not natural, Mitchell. And I am so disappointed in you. I can't even look at your right now." Mike says angrily, all remorse disappearing from his voice.
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Quiet & Riot (Scomiche)Fanfiction
They say opposites attract, so what happens when innocent, introverted and homeschooled Mitch Grassi, who dreams of being in show choir, clashes with Martin High's popular, extroverted and flunking bad-boy Scott Hoying? Will their differences help o...