It was so weird how quickly Mark and Amy got so close. I don't mean they ditched me, I was still definitely part of the squad, but just because Mark wasn't a total asshole didn't mean that I thought he was stellar. There was still something he was hiding, I just freaking knew it.
It was Friday afternoon when Mark came up to me in English. For such a freaking giant man he moves so quietly. I didn't realise he was crouched beside me until he punched my leg under the table. "Jesus Christ, Mark!" I'm pretty sure my soul left my body at that very moment. I closed my book and hit his arm with it. "Asshole." I grinned down at him. "What are you reading?" He craned his head to look at the cover. "Nothing, I'm illiterate. What's up?"
He took the collar of my shirt between his fingertips and pulled me closer to him. I swear to god this guy probably thought he was some super spy, and it was kind of adorable. "Do you want to go to that juice place tonight?" His voice was barely a whisper, and he looked around the room as if there were eyes everywhere. Who was he kidding; the teacher had his head out of the door and literally nobody else in the class gave a fuck what anyone else did. "Mark. Honey. Dearest jester. Are you an addict? We already told you that that place doesn't even exist, and Amy isn't here today." "Okay first of all, maybe the company doesn't exist, but the building is still there." His eyes gleamed with a spark that was unbelievably attractive and probably unbelievably dangerous. "And second of all, Amy doesn't have to be here for us to do something fun." The last word hung from his lips like he meant something more than what he said, but that was also just the way he was.
"What on earth are you planning?" In the five days I've known him, he hadn't once had a rational idea. That doesn't however mean that the ideas he has come up with haven't been incredibly fun while they lasted. "I'm planning exactly what I said. Meet me at the corner of Marigold and Fifth tonight." And with that he was gone. "Mark what the fuck." I hissed over my shoulder. "That's not enough information! What time? Marigold and Fifth the streets or is that a code for something? Mark what the fuck?" I said the last couple words a bit too loud, I'd have to say. "Mr Nestor, Mr Fishbach." My head snapped up when I heard my name. "Will you two please go to room 204 and stay there for the rest of the session?" I mean I guess it was fair enough. We gathered all our stuff and shuffled out of the classroom. The only time the rest of the class pays any attention is when someone gets asked to leave, God knows they never take note of the actual class material.
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crankiplier but make it a generic highschool fanfic
Fanfictionthis is a Crankiplier (Ethan and Mark) ship story set in an AU where they're both in year 11, roughly 17 years old. It might just be cute. It's written from Ethan's perspective unless otherwise specified :)
