So I've been obsessed with the idea of boarding school lately and that suddenly took the form of ScotCh.
Yes, they're teenagers. Yes, it will give you cavities.
You were warned.
Disclaimer: I own Scott and this crazy AU but nothing else.
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There were two things you had to know if you attended TD Academy. The first was that only Scott Bennet could wear skirts and not get in trouble for it, which was strange for an all-boy's school. The second was that you never used the second to last sink in the third floor bathroom as it belonged to Chris MacLean.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Chris crossed his arms over his un-tucked and loosened uniform, just barely following the dress code as usual. The other boy glanced at him uncaringly, straightening spiky blonde strands meticulously.
"Fixing my hair, the wind outside totally messed it up," he patted it once more before seeming satisfied.
"I can see that, but why are you doing it in front of this mirror?" Chris glared at the shorter male who finally turned to face him, a sculpted eyebrow raised.
"I like this mirror, the fact that it 'belongs' to you doesn't matter though if it makes you so mad, maybe I'll use it more often," the blonde smirked and copied Chris' pose, crossing his own arms.
"You'll regret that decision Bennet," Chris growled, Scott rolled his eyes.
"Oh I doubt that MacQueen," he winked at the still-glaring sadist and left the bathroom, humming happily.
MacQueen? He was so gonna get it.
The pranks started shortly after Halloween. Having attended TD Academy with Chris and Scott for multiple years now, most of the boys were able to ignore this. As long as the pranks were not directed at them, they were happy. They did feel bad for that one first year though, that had gotten in the middle of that paint balloon barrage and Chris' roommate, Clay who had to listen to Chris scream and rant over his now blue and green spattered hair.
The pranks got less childish and more serious as it got closer to Christmas. Students were unsurprised to walk into class now and see little insults written in the corner of the board. 'Bennet likes it from behind' and 'MacQueen would like to take me from behind' were the most memorable and still had boys sniggering when Chris passed them.
"So MacLean, you like Scott?" Chris blinked and stopped staring down his plate of meatloaf as his best friends (and momentarily least favorite people) Duncan and Horatio sat next to him at his table.
"Why would I like a guy who pranks me and probably hates my guts?" Chris leaned his head on his hand, "I'm not that masochistic."
Horatio chuckled, "You like him cuz he's the only one who dares prank you back," he glanced towards a distant table where Scott was laughing at some joke his friend was telling, "Plus he's hot."
Duncan smacked Shio's head so hard, his hat went flying off. The Asian pouted at the punk who pointedly ignored him.
"Face it dude, the reason for this war of yours is becuz you want in his pants," he opened a bag of chips and ate with a smirk, tugging the bag away from Shio's invading hand.
"I'll admit he's cute but he's also frustrating. He uses my mirror and is so sure that everyone wants him just because he wears a schoolgirl skirt instead of his slacks. And so what if he has great legs? That doesn't mean he can act like he owns the school! And he ruined my favorite shoes with that paint stunt of his!"
Chris stabbed his meatloaf with this fork. Duncan and Horatio shared a look.
"Denial," they said together.
'Bennet wants me so bad' was written on all of the boards the next day which made the boys chuckle and tease Scott all through first and second period until the blonde marched up to the board and wrote under the remark, 'Having fun in that closet MacQueen?'
There was no response from Chris for a week after that.
Then Scott found his shampoo and body wash had been replaced by maple syrup.
Which led to Chris finding out his cologne was swapped for skunk spray. How the blonde had gotten it, no one knew.
Scott skipped class that Thursday, seeing as all his clothes had somehow ended up on the roof.
Chris wore an eye patch on Friday because someone had put pepper juice in his eye drops.
"You know, the pirate look is good on you,"
"Leave me alone Scott,"
"Look, I'm sorry, I was just mad because my favorite pink tee got carried off by a squirrel. I was thinking we could call a truce?"
"Heck no, I'm just getting started,"
Chris gasped as his tie was pulled and suddenly Scott's face was practically touching his.
"Then you better bring it, Chris," his eyes glinted and his breath smelled like mint chocolate and if Chris just leaned forward an inch…
But Scott stepped back and was halfway to the door before Chris released a sigh he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
Scott was barely able to repress his smile when he walked into his first class, the day before Christmas Break. 'When Santa asked Scott Bennet what he wanted for Christmas this year, he said Chris MacLean'
This was too fun and Chris' attempts at being mean when he was really being cute were just too good.
'And Chris was jealous because I was sitting in Santa's lap instead of his' Scott wrote under Chris' lazy scrawl, smirking as he wished he could see the brunette's reaction next period.
Scott got his wish, someone had their camera phone ready when Chris came into the room and read the board. His cheeks burned and his mouth dropped open. Actually Scott had a similar look on his face because his class had written across the length of the board in all caps:
OH JUST DO IT ALREADY!
Chris ran a hand through his hair as he walked down the hall from his dorm towards the bathroom. He was so glad it was the holidays tomorrow. He was going to spend it with Clay and his girlfriend Avery. He didn't relish in the idea of dealing with their mushy declarations of love for two weeks but anything to get away from school for a while.
Actually, wasn't Scott Avery's best friend? That meant more chances to prank the blonde. Maybe break wouldn't be so bad after all.
He gripped his toothbrush and yawned as he made his way towards his sink, nodding at Horatio who was smirking broadly.
Chris ignored the Asian like always and set his stuff down on the small shelf above the sink, grabbing the toothpaste and raising his eyes to the mirror.
The tube of paste and his brush fell into the sink with a clatter.
'You are so oblivious Chris' was written in marker across the reflective surface. He knew that handwriting too well and who else would use pink sharpie?
He lifted a hand to the glass, touching the lip imprint under the message. His eyes widened, still wet. He brought his fingers to his lips, mint chocolate.
Horatio cleared his throat and the brunette looked at him through half-lidded eyes. The Asian hooked a thumb over his shoulder, indicating the showers. The second to last stall was currently in use.
Chris pushed Shio out the door despite his protests then locked the exit behind him. He approached the frosted glass door and couldn't help grinning at the silhouette he saw. It barely crossed his mind that opening the door may get him a kick in the groin. All he saw was a wet Scott.
"I'm not as oblivious as you think," he opened the door a crack and gasped as it was almost slammed shut on his nose.
"Yeah? Then why all the pranks instead of just kissing me that first day? You should know I was only using your mirror to get your attention," Scott shut off the water and wrapped his towel around himself.
"I was mad and how could anyone get a dumb hint like that?"
The shower door opened and Scott's damp face poked out.
"The whole school could see it."
"Fine, I'm an idiot. Can we just call a truce and kiss already?" Chris groaned exasperatedly and couldn't help the pout that came to his lips. He was starting to realize just how much kissing and other stuff he had missed out on the past couple months and he wanted to start making up for it.
Scott grinned and stood on tiptoe to give Chris a firm peck on the lips. It was short but left both of them breathless. Chris copied Scott's grin.
"So truce?" he chuckled, leaning in for another kiss but was stopped by damp fingers.
"Oh Chris, you should know by now that I'm not the type to seal deals with a simple kiss," the look in those brown eyes was practically sinful and Chris' brow creased.
"How then?" he asked and Scott giggled.
"So oblivious…"
Then Scott dropped his towel and pulled Chris into the shower, pajamas and all.
There were three things you had to know if you attended TD Academy. The first was that only Scott Bennet could wear skirts and not get in trouble for it, which was strange for an all-boy's school. The second was that you never used the second to last sink in the third floor bathroom as it belonged to Chris MacLean. Thirdly, if you hear anything resembling a moan when you approach said bathroom, just walk away. Trust me, you'll regret it if you don't.
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This probably counts as my Christmas fic for ScotCh, seeing as the creative juices haven't been flowing much lately.
Hope you enjoyed this and you may see more of boarding school ScotCh in the future. Uniforms…yummy.
