Chapter 14

                                    

                                          
For puntatonix
                          
A/N: Finally fixed my codes. I will always update this when possible. I will also being writing You're All That I Hoped I'd Find. One shots will be coming out soon. I just have to work with my hectic schedule. Is anyone else going to Todrick's Twerk Du Soleil in LA?
                          
"Why did you asking me about whether I've thought about killing myself?" Scott asked the unsaid question that I felt being dangled above us. We both stopped scrubbing the brick walls to look at each other. But as soon as my eyes met his, I went back to the task at hand. I couldn't face him. Not physically or mentally.
                          
"It's something that always popped into my mind when I couldn't sleep. Especially with all the shit I went through and I don't know...." I stopped to roll my sleeves back up. "You have been through worse things than me. I was just wondering if you handled it well." The only sound for awhile was my scrub brush against the paint incrusted brick. Scott was no longer working. He was staring at me intently.
                          
"Truth be told, I was in that dark state. I had thoughts but I never had the impulse to act on them. Did you Mitch?" I could feel his eyes boring into my skin like fire.
                          
"I think...." I was chewing on my bottom lip. "I think doing drugs was my impulse. If I overdosed, I would be dead. But if I didn't I at least got away from my problems for awhile."
                          
"You know your body is going to go into withdrawal right?" I threw the brush into the bucket of soapy water.
                          
"I know." I began rubbing my hands together nervously. "And I'm not ready. It was the only thing I had to fall back on." I felt his hand slip into mine and I looked up to lock eyes with him.
                          
"You have me." I opened my mouth to respond but nothing came out. I couldn't force my voice to work. My bottom lip quivered when my emotions came over me.
                          
"You're not going to be here forever Scott. I have to look at things..... realistically and-" I pulled my hand out of his grip. "I can't have you. You're my teacher."
                          
"What are you saying?"
                          
"I'm saying this is pointless." My voice began cracking. "It's not that I don't want us. But eventually we're not be careful. One of us is going to slip and we're going to get caught. Then you're going to go jail and lose your sister. I don't want to break another family." I kept babbling on. He grabbed my arms that I didn't know I was moving around.
                          
"Shut up Mitch."
                          
"What?" I blink rapidly. 
                          
"I'm a careful person. I'm never going to forget to make sure I'm able to keep you and Zel." His fingers brushed against my cheek. "Some people are worth it." My worries didn't drop that much. I could still imagine someone walking in on us kissing or something. But that put me in a better mood at the moment.
                          
"You mean it?" He leaned down to capture a quick kiss.
                          
"Yes." His fingers hit my chin up in a playful manner. "Keep that chin up kid. Stop thinking about the bad. And get some more sleep at night. Those depressing thoughts are coming from lack of sleep." 
                          
"I'm not a kid." I grumbled, wiping my sleeve on my cheek. I felt the crust of the paint that seeped off the walls to my skin.
                          
"Of course you aren't darling." There was a teasing tone to his voice. 
                          
Scott was interesting. I watched him as he began to scrub the walls. This was suppose to be my work. Even before the whole month in a half that it took him to give into me, he was scrubbing these walls so I wouldn't get in trouble. I guess it was confusing from my point of view. What made him so interested in me when he himself was the focus of interest?
                          
A puff of smoke caught my attention. It was coming from the other side of the corner. The direction we would walk back in to get into the school back to the safety of Scott's classroom. I pushed pass Scott towards where the smoke was originating from. My heart dropped at the sight. Jake was leaning against the wall with a cigarette between his fingers. He smirked at me.
                          
"Don't worry. I just got here so I haven't been waiting long." I swallowed the nervous energy that was trying to escape in the form of vomit.
                          
"What are you doing here?" I managed to choke out the words. 
                          
"I'm here to collect my payment."
                          
"Oh shit." I head my head. I had totally forgot about owing him money....or sex. How could I be so stupid?
                          
"Can I help you Mr. Walters?" Jake threw away the cigarette when Scott made his appearance around the corner.
                          
"Mr. Hoying? What are-"
                          
"I'm supervising Mr. Grassi's punishment. Detention for the next four months." Scott bent down to retrieve the cigarettes from under Jake's shoes. "A punishment that could go for you if I find you smoking again on school property." I could almost laugh at the look on Jake's face. My hand went to cover my smile.
                          
"Whatever...." I saw something flash across Scott's eyes and Jake cowered away. Scott suddenly walked forward, towering over Jake easily.
                          
"If I ever find any trace of you harassing another student like Mr. Grassi or you giving out drugs, I will personally make sure you never take a step towards your graduation. Instead you will be taking steps towards your prison cell." I could feel the goosebumps on my skin. Scott wasn't even threatening me but damn. He sounded....sexy. "You are eighteen years old and you will be tried as an adult. I won't hesitate to turn you in."
                          
"Sc- Mr. Hoying?" I reach out a hand to touch his bicep. My fingers wrapped around the area and I could feel the muscles underneath dangerously flexed at the ready. He was ready to hit Jake if it came down to it. Scott had to calm down. He couldn't hit a student. I came between the two of them, holding one of my hands on each of theirs chests. "Please stop."
                          
"I could turn you in for threatening a student." Jake spat. Like he literally spat. I could feel his spit land on my cheek. 
                          
"I could turn you in for using drugs and drug distribution. At least I'll only get a slap on the wrist." Scott's voice was extremely distracting right now. It was causing a shiver to travel up and down my spine.
                          
"Jake. Just please leave." Jake seemed to take my hint and he ran. He ran as fast as he could. I shoved Scott back around the corner. "What the hell were you thinking?" He didn't look at me. He was staring where Jake would have disappeared.
                          
"That kid makes my blood boil." Scott grunted as I slammed him against the wall we had been cleaning.
                          
"The fuck?! Scott! What was that?!" He blink and I saw confusion flash across his eyes.
                          
"I'm trying to keep you safe. Listen Mitch. I don't care if you go to Jake. I just don't want him pressuring you." He rubbed his hand across his jaw. "Well, I do care. But I want you to make the decision. This is your life. If you-" His tongue ran across his lips. "If you want to do drugs then fine. Just promise you won't have sex with him."
                          
"That's what relationships are, right?" His eyebrows drew together in confusion. "Staying faithful to one person. And I'm your boyfriend?" He smiled at me.
                          
"Yes. You are."
                          
"A boyfriend who is completely turned on by how you acted." I changed the whole scene of the conversation. He rolled his eyes with a laugh.
                          
"Ease yourself." He tilted his head towards the corner. "How about we go home?" I could feel the grin coming to my lips.
                          
"I'd really like that. A lot."