I've got a Tumblr btw.

*takes a huuuge breath* @itsinternetaddictiongirl

Jeremy's not a bad guy in this fanfic so don't worry.

Chapter 33.

Enjoy.
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Turns out it takes a lot of money to run a school for a year.

Mitch had no idea how he was going to get that amount of money together. So that morning he asked for help from Avi.

"Well what should we do then?" Mitch asked with an annoyed expression.

He'd asked Avi three times and still only got a shrug for an answer.

"Do you want to get fired?" Mitch tried.

Still nothing.

Avi was distancing himself because he thought Mitch hated him. He thought Mitch was going to blame him for everything.

That and the dreams had come back.

Last night was a particularly realistic dream. There was a desk, someone may have been bent over it. There was a lot of dirty talk, one of Avi's favourite nicknames may have been used.

"Fine!" Mitch stormed off and sat on the other side of the room.

Avi sighed and looked over. He didn't want to lose his job, he'd have to start talking to Mitch sooner or later.

"I'm sorry." He said quietly.

Mitch smiled and returned back to his original place. "That's ok." He whispered.

The bell rang above them and kids started to walk in.

Mitch sighed. "I guess we'll talk later."

Avi walked over to the students and handed them some sheets of paper with instructions for the lesson.

They did as asked and got to work. Mitch took out his phone and started scrolling through Tumblr.

"What you doing?" Avi questioned looking over Mitch's shoulder.

He didn't know what this app was but it looked messy and confusing. There were usernames and words and pictures everywhere. Oh my god, one of the pictures moved.

"Tumblr. It's becoming an addiction to be honest, I hate it so much but can't stop." Mitch replied with a laugh.

Avi was slightly concerned for a moment but let Mitch do his thing. He watched as Mitch pressed little hearts that probably meant the same thing as on Twitter.

He remembered then that they should be discussing how to raise money for the school. He really wanted to keep his job and didn't doubt that, if they failed in getting the cash, Kirstie would sack his ass.

Avi tapped him on the shoulder. "We need to talk." He said quietly.

"Breaking up with me already?" Mitch joked, continuing to scroll through his dashboard.

Gif of that guy from Supernatural, One Direction edits, oop porn, Taylor Swift drama.

Avi persisted in pushing Mitch's shoulder to get attention. "About the money situation, Dumbass."

"Well, Dipshit, why don't we talk about it at lunch?"

Avi frowned. "Why the nickname, that's mean."

Mitch locked his phone and turned to him in disbelief.

Meaning he was focusing on Avi not Tumblr which was Dragon-man's plan all along.

"You started it!" Mitch screamed.

Avi put his hand to his chest.

"Did not!"

"Did--"

"Siiiiir!"

Wow, being a teacher is really fun.

"Yes?" Avi said unenthusiasticly, as always.

The girl looked from side to side and asked quietly. "Can I use the bathroom?"

What a great question to be asked. Avi really loved how his students relied on him for such depths of knowledge.

Avi sighed. "Nope, it's lesson time."

The girl stepped closer with her bag on her back and tried again. "But I need to go." She pleaded.

"I'm sure you don't need to." Avi teased rolling his eyes.

"I kinda do." The girl said nervously.

Telling Avi why she needed to leave would be a very awkward conversation and Mitch knew that.

It was very obvious why she needed to use the bathroom but Avi, being the clueless man he was, didn't know.

"You can go." Mitch said with a smile, showing her with his eyes that he knew what she meant.

The girl thanked him and quickly ran out of the room.

"Why'd you do that?" Avi asked.

It was like a father punishing his child but the mother letting her off the hook.

Avi really needed to stop thinking about Mitch as his future child's father. Or mother? Wait, what would Mitch be?

Back in the classroom, away from the weird imagines of Avi's mind, Mitch had ignored Avi's question.

"Why'd you let her leave when I said no?" He asked again with a slight pout to his lips.

Mitch cleared his throat. "Avi," He started gently. "Girl problems."

"Oh."

Ew.

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Jeremy was livid.

"I'm not gonna sit here and let him make you cry!" He shouted running a hand through his perfect, brown hair.

Kirstie's eye makeup had completely gone now, tears serving as the best makeup remover around. She'd just got home from another visit to Scott's house and yet again she was crying over her broken friendship.

"I hate him." Jeremy muttered under his breath.

He'd never met Mitch properly before, only had the pleasure to sit near his friends some lunchtimes in the staff room, so couldn't really have much of a say on what he was like as a person.

He knew this. He chose to ignore it.

Jeremy hated Mitch. He hated him because he was hurting his precious girlfriend and making her cry all over his shirts.

A stupid mistake with him and his so called 'enemy' had been the cause of the majority of Kirstie's stress.

She was hugging Jeremy and trying to calm him down. "It's not him. I... I was really mean and I kinda... kinda get why he doesn't want to be..." She faded out, still teary from her conversation with Scott.

Jeremy held her tighter and brushed her hair gently. "I just hate to see you like this. And it's all because of him, Kirst." He sighed.

She shut her eyes briefly and took a deep breath. "He's one of my closest friends, I love him to the moon and back."

"But he doesn't seem that bothered by all this to me. He seems more occupied with his little boyfriend than the end of your friendship."

Jeremy was being too blunt and it was making Kirstie feel even worse. "Stop making me sad." She whispered.

He stopped everything for a moment and realised what he was saying. He may have not liked Mitch but that didn't mean that Kirstie didn't.

"Sorry," He apologised. "It happens when I'm upset. I just get really mad and only see the bad side."

This admittance made Kirstie feel a little better.

"As long as you don't do anything stupid." She joked.

He looked away from her shining, blonde hair and stared at the wall opposite.

"Yeah."