Too Late For a Sorry | Septiplier- On Hold

2.Cute Boy

A/N: Hay, Stars! Look how cute! This is one of the best artworks I have seen! JACK LOOKS SO CUTE!!!!! Mark is also cute as fuck!!!! Anyways, enjoy the chapter! :3

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Marks P.O.V.

Its now 2nd period, Spanish. Math went pretty well. This is the first day of a brand new school year so nothing to hard, which I'm thankful for.

I opened my locker, taking my backpack out and zipping it open, sticking my math book and red notebook (the color I chose for math) inside. I chose blue to be Spanish, grabbing that out of my bag. That's really all I need for Spanish.

For home room and 1st period, it wasn't that bad. No one really talked to me. Well, the teacher in home room.. Ms. Rose? Yeah her.. Introduced me to the class, wasn't much. She just said welcome to me and shit, then I got to go sit back down.

I'm getting a lot of stares from girls though. Still, they didn't talk to me. I'm getting kinda lonely to be honest. All my nerve's went away at the end of math.

I walk down the hallway, trying to get to class on time. I don't really like Spanish that much, so I don't really care but I don't want to be late to a class on my first day. 

I spot the numbers 143 and was about to go into the small classroom, but then a heard a thud. I turn to my right where the noise was being heard. The hallway was now empty, just me and the person who... Wait... Isn't that the boy from home room?

It looked like he tripped, or someone tripped him...

"Hey! Are you okay?!" I ask, taking a few steps in his direction. I got on one knee, putting my notebook down, not caring if I'm late. 

Good thing he caught his fall... He looked up from the ground, looking straight at me. He... He was gorgeous... He had such pretty eyes.. They were so bright, but yet looked so broken. He was wearing a gray hoodie, with his hood up. It looked really cute on him.

Mark... You don't even know his fucking name... Calm your gay ass the fuck down...

He frowned "I-I'm okay..." His voice was shaky as he spoke, almost like he was scared. He had an accent... Irish I'm pretty sure... Maybe Scottish..?

"You sure?" I ask, not believing him. He nods, getting up from the cold and hard ground. I do the same, grabbing my notebook. I give him a smile, "I'm Mark!" I say, wanting to know his name so I can allow myself to simp. 

"I'm S-Sean.. But I prefer Jack.." The boy, Jack, responds. He looks around the hallways, "I should get to class, you should to." Jack looks at me, clearly not wanting to be here much longer. I nod, waving him goodbye as I turn around and walk into Spanish class.

He didn't walk in with me, so he must be going to another class. He was cute though. Why was he so scared though? I'm not that scary right? I hope I'm not!

To my surprise, Miss. Jackson wasn't in here. There was no teacher in here. She must be late or something then. I take me seat, again, in the back. I put my notebook on my desk, taking my green mechanical pencil out of my jean pocket, setting it down on my notebook.

I look up to see Jack walking in.. So he does have this class, nice... 

He walks over to the other side of the room, taking the back seat again. I keep getting that wired vibe from him.. I don't know why but... He seems like a really lonely person if you ask me. 

All of a sudden, Miss. Jackson walking into class. "Hay guys! Sorry I'm late!" She spoke, fixing her bun as she did. She took a look around the classroom, seeing who's all here. "Looks like we have some new faces around here, welcome to Frosted Lake!" She clasped her hands together. 

Frosted Lake was a pretty cool name though.

(A/N: Thanks Mark!)

Fuck off.

(A/N: Damn.)

Anyways... She looks like a nice teacher.. Well, at least I hope she it. 

-Short time skip-

Turns out, she is a pretty nice teacher. She was very chill. I can tell she was most likely a lot of students favorites. 

I can't get Jack out of my head... He keeps popping up in my mind! I'm just worried for him... Why though? I don't know! 

I groan as I put my blue notebook back into my bag. Next was gym, they should already have a uniform ready for me. If they don't then I'm fucked. I zip up my bag and close my locker, hearing that 'click' once again. 

Across the hallway, there was stairs leading to the bottom floor, were the gym and cafeteria are. Fuck I'm hungry. I should of said yes to that toast... My mom makes the best toast... Oh well...

I walk down the stairs, being very careful so I don't run into anyone. When I finally, and safely, make in down the stairs full of people, I make my way to the boys locker room. Ah... My fear...

You see, you probably already know, but I'm gay. So.. When I'm around shirtless boys, my cheeks are gonna be stained pink. Which, in that case, people are gonna know I'm gay. And then I'm going to get bullied.

Don't get me wrong, I'm gay and proud, but I really just don't want to get bullied. Its never a good time. One of the main reasons why I moved. I just didn't think it be all the way to LA. My mom really wanted to live here though, so I couldn't say no. 

Not like I had a choice anyway.

I walk into the locker room, looking around. I took a few steps in, seeing a cream colored locker with my name on it. I sighed as I walk over to it, grabbing the lock that was on it and putting in the same numbers '197'.

It clicked open, and when opening it I saw there was a little mirror attached on to the inside of the door. I looked at myself, 'Hay sexy...' I think to myself, giggling afterward. 

I see that there's a plain white shirt and some black basketball shorts. Grabbing them, I then started changing. 

After I was done putting the clothes on, and putting my original clothes I had on and my schedule into the locker, I headed for the gym doors. But I then heard another thud....

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A/N: Hay, Stars! So... How was the 2nd chapter? This is honestly fun to write. I always thought a high school AU would be fun to write, and it is! Well, I'll see you next week! Buh Bye! :3

-Midnight🖤