Septiplier One-Shots

the hot biker (pt 2)

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," Felix grumbled. "That girl was worth it."

"I hope she's still worth it when you're retaking the class as a fifth year," Bob added. Felix only groaned in response. Wade and Ken snorted at his despair, throwing in a few more 'I told you so's' as Bob shook his head. They paused instantly out of nowhere though, focus shifting to somewhere beside Jack. His brows furrowed, confused because really, his friends were seldom quiet.

"Wha—"

"Sean."

Jack almost spit out his drink, turning abruptly to see the familiar disinterested stare from that morning.

"W-what the fuck did you just call me?!" Jack gaped at Mark, quickly giving him the once over.

Damn, he is hot.

The only answer Jack got was his sweater being thrown into his face and his skateboard being dropped to the floor. He sputtered, shooting a glare at the black-clad motorcyclist.

"You left these on my bike. You should be more careful, Sean." A light smirk lit up Mark's features, and Jack's eyes briefly glazed over. Briefly.

"Fuck you! Don't call me that, Fischbach." Jack donned a smirk of his own as the corners of Mark's mouth turned back down. He clicked his tongue, regarding Jack's friends lightly. They were all looking between him and Jack intensely, completely confused by the events unfolding in front of them. Jack glanced at them too, all of a sudden aware of their eyes on him. Wait...not just their eyes. Jack looked around, finally noticing a few groups of people nearby staring at Mark and whispering amongst themselves.

What the hell is going on?

Looking back to Mark, Jack found himself blushing as the biker pushed his red locks back. Jack breathed in sharply, glancing off to the side. Mark shifted his feet awkwardly, perhaps finally aware of all the attention he was getting.

"Later," Mark stated, turning towards the exit stiffly. Jack's head shot up, and before he could even really comprehend what he was doing, his wrist was clutching the back of Mark's jacket.

"W-wait!"

Mark halted, regarding Jack cautiously. "What?"

Jack hadn't really thought about that. "U-uh...well, I'll see you around right?"

Mark rolled his eyes, sighing irritably. "How should I know?"

"O-oh right. Well, when's your last class?"

"Pardon?" Mark threw Jack a look equivalent to that of someone who had just been asked if the sky was orange.

"Your. Last. Class. What time?" Jack laughed lightly, rolling his eyes. "If it's close to mine, I can meet you."

"Why would you want to do that?"

"You don't have many friends do you?"

Mark clicked his tongue in response, trying to shrug Jack off to no avail. Jack smiled triumphantly on the inside, but even his small victory couldn't stop his fingers from trembling as they held onto Mark's jacket. Jack considered himself a pretty confident person...except when it came to girls or, apparently, hot and moody motorcyclists. Therefore, he was terribly nervous. It didn't help that if Mark dismissed him, he'd look like a total loser in front of a bunch of onlookers.

"Let go already, you're annoying," Mark grumbled, giving one last tug away from Jack's grip.

Jack's hold loosened on the leather jacket slowly until he released it completely, eyes turning down in disappointment and humiliation as silence filled the space between them. Mark adjusted his glasses, turning to Jack once more before making his way for the exit again.