Helping Others Out

Chapter 2

Hiya! I'm so excited for this chapter. It's about 3 times longer than last chapter. Last chapter was almost 600 words, whereas this chapter is 1721 words.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter. It goes a little deeper into Marco's mind, as well as a little into his home life. Read on!

(Also, enjoy the somewhat early update! It wasn't supposed to be up until Friday at least. But I finished the chapter and I want to start writing chapter 3.)

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Shit, Marco thought, making his way towards his first class. How the hell am I going to help Jean when I can't even make a move myself?

He barely made it to class on time with his head in the clouds, with only a few seconds to spare. Quickly taking an open seat, he divulged himself in his thoughts again.

I must really be too kind for my own good, promising to help him something that I can't even do, Marco bit his lip.

"Marco? What's up?" Reiner furrowed his eyebrows, taking in his friends distraught expression.

"Huh?" He went doe-eyed for a second before regaining composure, forcing a well-practiced smile onto his face. Marco never let anyone know how he was feeling, not even Jean. Even if he wanted to, it would almost be too difficult. "Nothing, just worried about our test we have tomorrow. This chapter's been pretty difficult."

"Yeah, I guess, but--" the teacher cut him off before Reiner could voice any of his suspicions. Marco was among the top of his class, and any topic being difficult for him was weird. Plus . . .

"Hello, class, welcome to calculus. My name is Mr. Brown, and I'll be your teacher for the rest of the year. How about we a get-to-know-each other game?" The teacher smiled.

The whole class groaned, along with Marco, who realized his mistake.

"I-I mean, uh--" he started, turning to Reiner.

"It's okay, everyone has stuff they have to deal with. I assume you don't want to tell anyone?" Reiner raised an eyebrow in concern.

"No," Marco shook his head, smiling softly. "Thank you."

The rest of class went smoothly, Reiner not bringing up the problem any more, leaving Marco to focus on the name game they were playing. After that, he focused on the problem at hand, but didn't let himself get too carried away, considering he was still in class.

Once the bell rang, Marco made his way to his next class, looking at his schedule to find out where it was. Finding that it was only a few classrooms over, he quickly made his way there, his mind in a haze.

"Mrs." Marco looked at the nameplate on the teacher's , "Walsh? May I go to the restroom?"

"Sure, just make sure you're back before the bell rings," She allowed. "I have an activity planned for the class."

"Thank you," Marco quickly stated before rushing off to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, he stood in front of the sinks and looked at himself in the mirror.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. What did I get myself into? Shit, he slightly tugged at his hair, letting himself panic for a short moment.

He took a deep breath and turned on the sink, filling his hands with water. As he brought his face down to the water, he quickly splashed himself, calming down with the cold water.