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Mitch glanced over his shoulder as he walked down the choir hallway, trying to make sure that nobody was around. He wanted to ask the choir teacher something without anybody bothering him, or even just calling him the “teacher's pet.”
No one seemed to be around so he continued, stopping to knock lightly on the door of the teacher before being told to come in.
“Hi, Mrs. Evans-,” he cut himself off when he saw a boy standing there, clearly having a conversation with the teacher. The boy looked down blushing, clearly not liking the attention that he got as Mitch’s eyes raked over him.
He was tall, and not just tall compared to Mitch, because everyone was tall compared to Mitch, but over six feet tall. His blue eyes contrasted nicely with the blush that had settles over the mystery boys cheeks and his skin was a lighter shade than Mitch’s own olive complexion. And to make things better he was a looker, with broad shoulders on top of everything else. He was absolutely gorgeous.
Mitch blushed, himself. Stop thinking those things about boys damnit. His eyes cast downwards as he waited for the teacher to say something to fill the awkward silence that had settled over the room.
“Scott, sorry yes, that’s perfectly fine.” So that was his name… Scott. It seemed oddly fitting for the boy. “And Mitch, I was just going to find you to talk about your performance.”
Scott obviously took this as his cue to leave and Mitch’s eyes followed him out of the room. He had never seen him before today, but the school was not that large. Mitch knew nearly everyone in choir, being the quiet kid that only observed people had it’s benefits.
“-is performing in front of people okay with you?” Mitch was snapped back into reality with that question from his teacher.
“Mrs. Evanson, I know that you really want me to perform in front of people, but I can’t do it by myself.” Mitch was so shy, he hated being the center of attention, only joining choir because of his insatiable need to sing.
“What if I found you a group to sing with? A small group. Say, a trio or something of the sort?” She asked, clearly eager to get Mitch to agree to something . He nodded his head reluctantly, convinced that if she could find people who agreed to sing with him and they sounded good that he would try. Although, he didn’t really think that anybody would agree to it.
“Good, well Mitch if that’s all that concerns you, you can go back to class now. I’ll write you a note. What class where you in?”
Minutes later Mitch walked into the library, handing his note to the teacher looking over the study hall period. He nodded shortly at him and let him sit down. Mitch let out a sigh, he couldn’t wait to get home.
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Kirstie sat down in her fifth period class. She didn’t particularly have anything against her Latin class, but she didn’t love it.
“Ok class, today we have a new student who, surprisingly enough took Latin at his last school because he wanted to ,” the teacher said after the bell had rung. Light laughter was heard around the room at the teacher's comment. “His name is Scott but in here he will go by…?” the teacher trailed off, waiting for Scott to answer her unasked question.
“Marcus,” he stated clearly, and Kirstie glanced up at him.
He was tall, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a nice build. If Mitch saw this boy… Kirstie smiled thinking about her best friend. He was so adorable sometimes, the way he would offhandedly comment if he saw a cute guy. Only to her, of course. He was nowhere near ready to come out of the closet yet.
She tuned out as soon as the teacher started talking, this class was pretty easy, and besides, she would much rather think about this new junior and wonder if he had met Mitch yet.
Mitch stepped around the block and continued the short walk to his house. He dragged himself inside and upstairs to his room, he had homework to do and he did all of it as soon as he got home, determined not to get behind. He may have only been the shy sophomore that nobody really notices, but he was a perfectionist, In everything.
At ten after five he finally glanced up at his clock and sighed. He was finally done with homework and studying and was more than happy to go eat something and spend the rest of his night endlessly scrolling through tumblr. But after grabbing his food his plans were interrupted by Kirstie calling him.
“Girl, did you see the new kid today?” Kirstie asked the second that Mitch answered his phone. He laughed at how fast she was talking and how eager she sounded.
“I did, Kit Kat. he was quite a pretty one too. I went to go talk to Evanson since she said she wanted to see me and he was in there,” Mitch responded quickly, ready for the gossip.
“Oh my God. Do you think that he’s going to join choir with us? If he can sing that makes him ten times better. He already chose to take Latin as well. If he can sing, is smart, and looks the way he does…” she trailed off.
Mitch smiled, clearly used to his friend by now, and continued to talk to her about this mysterious Scott for several hours, from what they could gather, he seemed to be pretty shy, so there wasn't much information that they could gather on him.
“I'm going to go to bed now, K. Momma needs her beauty sleep,” Mitch mumbled into the phone. He could hear Kirstie’s tinkling laughter through his end of the phone as she replied.
“Ok. G’night, Mitchy. Sleep tight.”
“Always, my queen. see you tomorrow.” He hung up the phone and groaned. There was no way he was actually going to fall asleep with this new boy on his mind.
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Scott sighed as he searched for a lunch table. It was his second day of school and he hadn’t really found anyone who had seemed willing to befriend him yet, although that wasn't all that surprising really. Scott was so shy it was a wonder that he was able to talk to the teachers without freaking out.
He looked around the cafeteria again, there was a table with the jocks who had cheerleaders surrounding them. Fat chance he would sit there. The drama kids were huddled in a corner, talking amongst themselves. There was no way Scott was going to go walk straight into a giant group of people.
He saw the band kinds scattered through the room at different tables. He sighed, not feeling like he fit in anywhere. Turning around to head towards the library where he could maybe do some homework, he ran straight into a headful of brown hair with a small blonde girl right behind him.
The kid from the choir room. His eyes widened slightly as the younger boy fell from running face first into him.
Damnit.