Mark Jefferson's Past: Life is Strange Fanfiction (ON HOLD)

Chapter One

28 years ago

'Alright class, that's all for today. Remember to submit your photos tomorrow. Of course, you may choose not to do so and wave goodbye to a possible trip to the city and scholarship.' Ms McCarthy uncrossed her legs and leapt down gracefully from her spot on the teacher's desk, a genuine smile gracing her face even as my sullen-faced classmates strode past her quickly out of the room.

'Mark? How is everything going?' Ms McCarthy's concerned voice stopped me in my tracks as I made my way towards the door.

I cleared my throat awkwardly. 'I'm very well, Ms McCarthy.' I mustered a shaky, tight-lipped smile. 'The photo's coming along just fine.'

'I'm glad to hear this.' she beamed, the happiness gleaming in her blue-grey eyes causing them to sparkle. She laid a hand casually on my forearm. 'You know you can count on me if you need any help at all. Not that you do. I'm almost certain that you will win this, to be quite honest.' she shifted her gaze briefly to the ground, a light but perceptible blush dusting her pale cheeks.

'Thank you, but I wouldn't go that far, really.' my own neck was flaring up bright red I was sure. Surely she wasn't...? No, it was just in my head, as usual. Like my far-fetched dreams & false hopes of being able to free myself from the stress of just being home which hung heavily over me for at least eight hours every day.

'You're so much more than you give yourself credit for, you know.' Ms McCarthy looked up at me. I dared myself to hold her gaze and felt something building up between us steadily as the seconds ticked by. I willed myself to move, do something, anything, to diffuse the intensely odd situation I was in, but the inexplicable magnetic pull emanating from her overwhelmed my weak resolve.

The next thing I knew, I felt a warm hand pressing into my left shoulder as our lips locked and a bolt of intense heat shot through my entire body.

I felt her lips part in a semi-smile.

'I've always wanted to do this, Mark. This is how much you really mean to me.'

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There was little-scratch that; no- need for any sort of lying or covering up. Our little rendezvous, our clandestine relationship if you will, was as implausible as turning back time & defying the basic laws of nature governing the universe. You would think after a while, the paranoia would creep in, tongues will start to wag, and my reputation would be in shambles, as if it wasn't bad enough being already being a loner and social outcast.

If only it happened that way instead.

A/N: Guys, tell me what you think. Please note that in no way is this the actual past of Mark Jefferson as portrayed in the game; it's just a product of my overactive imagination and undying love for this game.

I've never felt any sympathy for this guy but every person has a story and a reason behind whatever he's up to, and I'd like to think Jefferson was as human as any of us when he was younger.