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This chapter is in Jack's perspective.
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We were on the rooftop.
I mean, why not? With the master key in my pocket, I was being forced into abusing my privileges, and this was just the way to do it.
It was impossible to resist the urge to break into every room possible - earlier, we'd snuck into the principal's office and smashed Felix's confiscated phone to shreds (which he had yet to find out about). This would be our only moment with the master key before the police (visibly in the parking lot) discovered just who had stolen it, although I highly doubted the janitor could hear the keys jingling as I raced off with them, let alone hear the questions being asked mid-interview. Although, I couldn't help but love the man, for he always went off about the wonderful squirrels living in the school's trees, referring to himself as "Samuel" instead of the usual first-person perspective.
The one man I loved most, however, had become quite obvious to the entire school; in fact, just about everyone knew of our little romance. Some (mostly girls) found it extremely adorable, "shipping" the way we walked down the halls hand in hand; boys stared or occasionally pointed, while the staff debated what they thought of it.
I, of course, loved it. I loved every part of Mark, really - if I were asked to depict one thing I disliked, I'd be struck dumb (although I always am, anyway). He was just so perfect, the way his hair came out in loose, wild ends, the way his face turned a fierce shade of red with every loud laugh, and the way he loyally followed me around like a puppy, staring at me every second he could - it was all too good to have lasted as long as it has, and it just keeps going and going...
At the moment, this man (or kid, rather) is changing, being mindful that I don't dare turn to peek despite my already having admired his chest just the night before. No matter how tempting, I forced myself to keep occupied, making sure that he wasn't watching me, either, for I was setting up for the surprise. I never once needed to look over my shoulder to see if he was looking, for I always earned this feeling whenever he glared my way, a feeling as if you just knew someone was watching you. And, thankfully, it wasn't a feeling I minded from him, but I wouldn't appreciate it at the moment.
Finally, I set down the last folding chair, listening to Mark bark out his last "Are you done yet!?" I permitted him to turn, and the look of astonishment on his face was almost worth the blood, sweat, and tears that went into paying for the entire plan.
It was a beautiful scene, really, even for someone with standards as high as mine. I couldn't help but admire my own work, for it was difficult not to - I'd treated Mark to the best of my abilities, being sure to keep my shitty amount of high-school-student income in mind when I'd gone out to purchase the festivities. On the rooftop (all on our own, thankfully), there was a stereo (for music), balloons with glow-sticks lighting them up, and no mice whatsoever. Additionally, there were small fold-up chairs surrounding a fold-up table, one topped off with candles and...
"Cheez-Its!" Mark cried, rushing to the table excitedly as to scrounge up all of the little boxes in his arms. "How... how did you know!?"
"'How did I know?'" I mocked, shrugging off the fact that it was nearly impossible to find them. "You kept begging for them throughout Shadow Of The Colossus." I gestured towards the Doritos, pizza boxes, and marshmallows. "I wanted us to be capable of eatin' our comfort foods, y'know? There's no point in forcing ourselves to eat an entire platter if this is all we really want." I sighed. "Plus, I can't really afford a steak dinner, so..."
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