(A/N)
Since this is the first chapter; I'm hoping it'll give you a better feel for the characters and the concept
And if y'all have any suggestions or ideas for this please don't hesitate to tell me ^-^
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"Did you finish your homework?"
Mitch suppressed an eye roll for his own sake. "Yes, mother."
"Good. I think you should request to be put in a higher class, Mitchell. This doesn't seem to be challenging you enough."
Mitch didn't respond, just stared out the window.
"Did you have enough time to practice prior to your piano lesson today?"
Why was she asking as if she hadn't forced him to do it? "Yes, mother."
She grinned widely. "That's my boy! I hope you know how proud your father and I are of your achievements."
As if you didn't tell me that yesterday and the day before that and the day before that... "Thank you, mother."
When she finally pulled up at the school, Mitch audibly groaned when he had to climb out of the car in front of some of his classmates. "When can I drive myself to school again?"
"When your calculus grade improves."
Improves? How much more could it possibly-- "Mother, it's already a 94%."
"Is that an A+?" She asked demeaningly, rhetorically.
Mitch took a deep breath. Listen here, you old, condescending bit-- "No, mother. I'll do better."
"Thought so. Have a nice day!"
Mitch turned around, slinging his backpack onto his shoulders as he passed through the entrance of his high school.
And no, he was not a prodigy of some kind.
And no, he did not get bullied excessively for being more intelligent than the average human.
Why?
Well. Because his boyfriend was Scott Hoying, of course.
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Mitch wandered into the common area, where his friends always hung out.
Kirstie jumped up in an instant. "Mitch, thank God! Did you finish the physics homework?"
Mitch just passed his backpack to her, without a word. As if he weren't used to this.
He plopped himself down in the seat beside Avi, who was texting someone at the time.
Avi glanced up at him. "Hey, M."
"Hi. Where's Scott?"
"His dad took his car again. So he had to hitch a ride from Jake. Which means they're gonna be late."
Mitch pouted, slumping in his seat a little. "Shoot... I was really looking forward to seeing him..."
"Aw. What's wrong?" Avi set his phone on the table, giving Mitch his full attention.
"She woke me up early again."
"Oh God. Another run-through of some Beethoven?"
Mitch sighed, nodding sadly, and leaning into Avi's side. "An hour, Avi. A whole hour. School hasn't even started yet and I already feel like my fingers are gonna fall off."
Avi leaned away from Mitch all of a sudden, and then Mitch felt a pair of hands slip over his eyes.
Mitch couldn't even be bothered to 'guess who' so he just jumped out of his seat and grabbed Scott's large frame in a hug.
Scott held him tightly. "Good morning, babe. Sorry about the lateness. Jake is a dumbass."
Mitch pulled away a little, resting his hands on Scott's tattooed arms. "Why'd your dad take your car? Did you get into trouble again?"
"No he's just being a douche. His car is temporarily fucked up so he's taking mine. Says I should just jog to school."
"Jog? He wants you to jog 8 and a half miles?"
Kevin sat down all of a sudden, swinging his backpack onto the seat next to him. "That would be 2 hours and 47 minutes, roughly."
Scott looked up, squinting at him. "I didn't ask."
Mitch pushed his chest a little. "Hey. Nuh uh. You know that doesn't fly with me."
"But Mitch--"
"No. I'm nice to your friends, so you have to be nice to mine."
Scott frowned, looking down at his feet. "Whatever."
The school bell rang, eliciting a collective groan from the entire student body.
Kirstie turned to head for the 100 hall, toward the gym. Kevin and Avi both turned toward the 300 hall, where the music department was.
Scott grabbed Mitch's hand, picking up his backpack in the other hand. "You're off to 600?"
Mitch nodded. "Yeah. Foreign language. Why do you always ask me that?"
"I just want to be sure."
"And you're off to auto?"
Scott just hummed. He waved at Alexander, who was heading for the science building, clad in his letterman jacket.
Mitch grinned at Alex too, as they passed through the science hall. "Maybe we should leave earlier. If you get one more tardy, your dad will--"
"Mitch. We have this discussion every morning. The answer is still no."
"You don't have to walk me every morning. Your teacher probably hates you."
"And that's different from all my other teachers, how?" Scott snapped.
Mitch frowned, stopping outside the door of his classroom. "Scott... Don't say that. You're not a bad student. They just judge you because of what you look like."
Scott just shrugged, handing Mitch his backpack, and tucking something into the backpack's front pocket. "Have fun in class, Mitchie."
Mitch nodded, leaning up to kiss Scott on the lips once. The bell rang as he pulled away, and Mitch shoved Scott. "Hurry! No more tardies!"
Scott just chuckled, turning around to take off in a slow jog toward his own classroom.
Arguably, it was only like twenty seconds away from Mitch's class if Scott jogged. But Mitch still didn't want him to be late.
Mitch shook his head at the tall boy, and briefly wondered how Scott got through the day without a backpack.
He then turned to walk into his own classroom. He took his seat in the back, like Scott always told him to do.
Mitch didn't know why, but he listened anyway.
If one of them should be giving advice about school shouldn't it be Mitch?
Mitch shook his head a little as his teacher began her lesson, as he grabbed his binder and a pencil.
When he snagged his pencil, and began furiously copying things off the board, someone tapped his arm.
Jake gave him a quick wave, and then pointed at the ground. "Hi Scott's boyfriend. I'm Scott's personal driver. You dropped something."
Mitch smiled at him, briefly glancing down at all of his tattoos, reminding him off Scott, before he leaned down to grab the small piece of paper.
'Meet in the 500 hall janitors closet at 8:45? ;)
-S'
Mitch rolled his eyes, glancing back at the clock. There was a little less than an hour until Scott's specific time.
Mitch just crumpled the note up and shoved it in his pocket.
Mitch then practically drowned in Spanish until he remembered that he was on a tight schedule.
He turned, almost asking Jake to take notes for him while he was out, but realized Jake was asleep.
That's what they get for starting school at such an ungodly hour.
Mitch rolled his eyes again, standing up to head to the teacher's desk, kicking Jake's leg as he walked by.
After asking for permission to use 'el baño', Mitch set off to find Scott.
He didn't know why he even bothered asking anymore. Of course his teachers would let him go. They all knew he'd get his work done.
Mitch purposely walked past the auto shop's classroom windows, and heard Scott emerge from his class seconds later.
They just walked beside each other quietly, until Mitch glanced around the hallway, and then opened the janitors closet.
Scott followed him, closing the door behind himself quickly.
Mitch closed his eyes and sighed. It was relatively dark in the room, but Mitch knew he didn't need to see anyhow.
Scott instantly grabbed Mitch's waist, pulling his small body against his own, and then kissed him roughly.
Mitch whined, setting a hand on his chest. "Scott, wait--"
Scott groaned loudly, pushing him away slightly. "What?"
Mitch tilted his head a little, setting a hand on his hip. "Don't give me that attitude. I know that works on all of your stoner friends, but I have much more class than--"
"Excuse me, pause." Scott held up a finger, very close to Mitch's face because of the crammed room. "They're not all stoners."
"Is that really the most relevant thing I just said?" He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Listen, I don't want to do this today. I'm tired."
"Not even a quickie? Or a blowie?"
"No, Hoying. I'm not in the mood. I'm sorry." Mitch frowned, looking down at his hands. "I should get back to class."
"But Mitch." Scott whined.
"Please? Scott, please? I just want to go back to class."
"Then why'd you come in here at all? Why not just leave me?"
"Because Spanish is boring."
Scott's jaw dropped a little. "Wow. Excuse me, then."
Mitch finally let out a small giggle. "No, that's not what I meant! Of course I wanted to see you."
Scott took a deep breath, and then opened the door. "I can't believe it. I even got Jeremy as a partner, so I wouldn't have to do anything, and--"
Mitch closed the door loudly. "I said I was sorry, didn't I? It's not my fault I was up late doing homework because you wanted to hang out in the afternoon."
Scott frowned, reaching down to grab Mitch's hand and squeeze it briefly. "I'm sorry, Mitchie. Your parents push you so fucking hard..."
Mitch just shrugged. "Oh well."
Scott leaned down to kiss him once. "If you ever need a break from them... You know where I am."
"Thank you." Mitch reached down and gave him a playful smack on the ass. "Now, get to class, you delinquent."
Scott winked at him. "Yes, Ma'am."
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