Ever After

Breaking Bad

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This chapter is in Mark's perspective.

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It was as if everyone (and time itself) were frozen, trapped within a frame of a second, the heat of the moment caught in one photo. I didn't know why I'd freed myself from my chair, why I'm now standing - but, no matter what I'd intended when my mind forced my body to heave me upright, I had to do something, something to stop whatever was happening from... well, happening.

I watched the story unfold before my very eyes, the world around the chaos nothing more than a blur as my feet pounded faster than they ever had. I watched as Felix was jerked forward to face Jack (his face fuming with anger), Killian and Will now tugging at the tail of his hoodie, and Mrs. Jefferson dropping her coffee, spilling it all over the hardwood as she struggled to find a place to put her papers down.

"Boys, boys!" she screeched, finally deciding to put them on her desk (where Felix and Jack weren't punching one another). "This is not in the daily schedule!"

But her annoying siren of a tone was no use, seeing as nothing (not even her) could be heard over what was going on. Jack had found himself on top of Felix, grabbing aggressively at his collar as he banged his head onto the table, pounding it again and again and again. Will and Killian were tearing at Jack's grey hairs, blinding him from seeing the impact he had on the back of Felix's head - I, however, was doing something much less important, something that barely made an indent in the situation at hand.

Upon arriving at the scene, I had no idea as to what to do or who to help - so, using every ounce of combat skill within me, I flailed my arms wildly, crying out over the sound of Killian and Will's yells, Felix's wheezes, and Jack's growling. I felt my hand collide against skin only but a few times before the madness was stopped, Jack's body being hoisted free from Felix's as if God had used his hands to pry him off Himself. Felix, lifeless and limp, lay there as Jack was tugged away by the principal, Mr. Caulfield, surprisingly capable of restraining him from pouncing back on top again.

"What is going on here!?" he bellowed, his tone demanding and terrifying.

"Oh, I'll tell you what's goin-"

Before he could even finish his sentence, Killian was winded on the floor, having apparently slipped in Mrs. Jefferson's spilled coffee when he'd attempted at stepping closer to Mr. Caulfield.

And, as if it'd never happened, he rose back up.

"I'll tell you what's goin' on," he pressed on, pretending he hadn't practically broken his back two seconds ago. "Mark 'Edward Fischbach' here -" he pointed to me "- stole Felix's phone just so that he could text his boyfriend, Sean William McLoughlin."

He then pointed to Jack, who seemed to shrink to thousandths of his original size. I, however, was still contemplating the fact that I didn't even know my romantic interest's real name.

"I am not his boyfriend," Jack (hopefully) lied, after a second to think of how to react.

"Like fuck you're not," Killian continued to tease (to which Mr. Caulfield said "Language, Killian"). "Look at how flushed his cheeks are!" He grinned. "You're as much his boyfriend as I am better than you."

"Right," Jack nodded. "So he's not my boyfriend."

Killian shrugged, turning his attention to the principal. "Mr. Caulfield; it doesn't really matter how much these two like each other, does it?" Mr. Caulfield didn't shake his head, and yet Killian pressed on anyway. "No, of course it doesn't matter, for what matters more is the fact that they broke the law."