Unaware

A world of pure imagination lies ahead of us all, don't forget that, Max.

Mark Jefferson, even just thinking about his name gives me the chills. Everything about him is just so perfect, the way he speaks with a sarcastic, yet sly tone in his angelic voice, the perfect amount of stubble on his slender and attractive face, his thick rimmed glasses that seem to suit him quite nicely, and those damn dark brown eyes that catch me off guard every time I'm in his class.

Shutting the door behind me, I flop down onto my bed, gazing up at the wall that I have covered in photos. They're mostly from family trips, school events, random encounters with animals, and mostly people that I grew fond of. I have one of him in class, since we used him as a model during the beginning of the year. Plus he tends to make fun of himself a lot, hence why he let us use him as practice.

I can't help but grin at his "super serious" arm crossing pose he did for us that day, I recall how he was acting like he owned the world for his first impression, giving off a cocky, yet playful vibe which caught my attention quite well. I've heard stories about him, not just about how amazingly attractive he is, but how his personality makes you want to stay in his class, and how he genuinely knows what he's talking about. Photography is his passion, and has been for a very long time. Mine started when I was young, my parents bought me a vintage Polaroid camera, with a shit load of film and ever since then that's all I've been doing. Every chance I get, I always keep my finger on the button to snap the perfect shot. All though sometimes I feel most of them are pretty lame, to other people, they think otherwise apparently.

He's always praising me more than the other students in class, especially whenever Victoria tries to speak up and "grace him with her presence." That must mean something, right?

I shift around on my bed a little, curling up against the wall and closing my eyes. I'm getting sick of the real world as it is, and I'm still getting used to this whole reverse time ordeal that I have. I know I was given it for a reason, but why? I wonder if I can manipulate it to let me win the Everyday Heroes Contest.. I know, I know, it doesn't sound very hero-like to use my ability as an advantage, but if Victoria wins; no one will hear the end of it since she idolizes him and shows it way more than anyone else. Not to mention that the deadline's October 15th... And I still don't know what I'm going to use.

My phone beeps a couple times, disturbing my thoughts and causing me to open my eyes once more, but with a more annoyed expression. It's on top of my books that's resting on my desk, which just so happens to be across the room too. I already just made the effort to crawl up the steps to the dorm, and braced myself in the hallway against Victoria and her minions; I really hope it's not important.

Shifting around once again, I begin to ponder the what if's that surround my mind with happier thoughts, such as Mr. Jefferson admitting that he has some sort of attraction to me, or Victoria finally getting expelled, not to mention rubbing it in her face that he's mine.

Shit, that sounded possessive...

I'd do anything to fuck her over, after everything she did, let alone all of the problems that she caused throughout the beginning of the year for everyone. Not to mention her little boy toy, Nathan Prescott. The second he pulled that gun on Chloe... I couldn't even bring myself to attack him; even when I really wanted to.

He's a complete fucking psycho. And since his family owns most of this town, he can literally do anything and get away with everything too. The Academy won't even try to stand up against him, or his parents in fear of being sued, or fired for that matter. I noticed Mr. Jefferson tends to not believe any of these things, and I really hope he doesn't find out what I said about the gun to the principle that Nathan had. He might think different of me; he might just assume I'm some liar when I'm really not. I know what I have seen, and what I witnessed was Nathan firing a bullet at Chloe; until I reversed time and fixed it. I didn't realize it was Chloe at the time, she changed so much since the last time I saw her... She traded in her sweet girl attitude when her mother met David for some cocky, bad ass version of herself.