Septiplier One Shots!

Meeting In The Restroom With Acouple Of Jocks

He flashed down the hall in a crazed frenzy, barely making it to the restroom before he broke down. The move hadn't done well on the small Irishman. When his family told him about it he only tried to find ways on why they should stay in Ireland.

"It's a lot nicer here!" He would plead as his mom drove him to school.             "Jack, it always rains here. It's raining right now!" She said as she flicked on the windshield wipers and sent a look at her son.

On other occasions he'd complain he didn't want to leave Daithi and his other friends. "Jack, this is a big step in your education and for your father's job. You wouldn't have been Daithi's or anybody else's friend forever. What's better. A good future or temporary companionship?"

And now here he was, sitting on the counter of a restroom, angrily flicking tears out of his eyes. "You're in fucking highschool. Get over it." As he finished his depressing muttering, the door flew open and a black haired male blasted in there shortly afterwards, out of breath and clutching his chest in terror.

"What are you looking at! Hide!" He grabbed Jack by the hand and dragged him into a stall, locking it and getting them both on the toilet so whoever they were hiding from wouldn't see their feet.                  

"What the fuck!?" I yelled, causing him to jump and put his hand over my mouth. "You know the drill. 'Hue hue you have glasses and you're a nerd we're going to beat you up now,'" he said, quickly silencing himself as three pairs of feet entered the restroom and others patting their way down the hallway.

"Fischbach, we know you're in here!" And just like in a movie, they started kicking down stall doors and all I could do is have my face burn red as the man next to me never took his hand from my face and as his other arm slowly crept it's way around my waist.

"What's your name?" I mumbled through his hand and into his ear, if I wasn't going to survive this without sporting at least a broken nose or a snapped arm, I wanted to know his name. He shook his head at me to shut up. I sigh as the guys get closer, one stall away from kicking ours down. I shift my position so the arm is no longer ensnaring me and his hand is off his face, giving him a small smile as the door to our stall is found locked and kicked down.

"Gotcha," one snickered and grabbed him by the arm, another grabbing me because I was there. It's happened before, me small and nimble, unable to do shit, getting the crap beaten out of me to a certain extent where I couldn't even fill in bubbles on tests. But I'd be ok.

"Leave him be he has nothing to do with this!" The black haired boy pleaded as his arms were pulled behind his back, continuing to kick his legs around in a vain attempt to get free.      

"What, is he your boyfriend? He is isn't he?" Another snickered, running his hand down my jawline roughly, then pinching my chin.

"No. I just happened to be sitting on the restroom counter when you douchebags had happened to show up outta nowhere and scare the shit outta me!" I spat, flicking my head down fast enough to bite the finger of the guy in front of me.

"Fuck you!" He hissed. A frown forming on his face and shortly after slapping me across the face, leaving a tingly bruise. The frown on the black haired boy deepened and he let out another yell. "Fuck off!" He got his arm free and elbowed one of his captors in the stomach, punching the other one across the face and dragging me from the hands of my own, leading us down the curvey hallway and finally into a supply closet, only pausing slightly to mumble, "Mark,"

"Hm?" I asked, still somewhat out of breath as I was not the most athletic.     "My name is Mark," he shook out his hand best he could in the small closet and I shook it. "Jack,"                                                                                        
"Why were you crying?"  he asked after a few moments of silence, as the echoes of curses and threats had now faded.            
I sighed and looked into his eyes, his extremely pretty brown eyes. "I had just moved from Ireland and the stress and heat of it all had gotten to me," I said, scratching the back of my neck and looking at my feet. Next thing you know he had his hand lifting my chin up and our lips were almost touching.            
"I totally get it. Now," he dropped his hand and clapped, making me jump. "We'd better get back to our classes before our teachers get eternally pissed at us," he grabbed a pen out of his pocket and scribbled what I assumed was his number on my arm and gave me one last smile before leaving the closet, leaving me with a gaping mouth and another hand touching my lips. I smiled, looking at the small yet somewhat neat writing in my wrist. Pulling down my sleeve, I leave the closet as well and walk back to my class, making it just in time before the bell rang.

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So! This is my first septiplier one shot ever so sorry if it sucks. But, if you did like it I hope you enjoyed and I'll see you later!

-M (for now)