Reversed -Septiplier-

~Chapter One~

~Jack's POV~

I was looking out of the window, not interrested in my class. I was in biology, not my favorite subject. We were learning about mental illnesses. I was listening with one ear, but nothing caught my attention. I just stared out of the window.

I was deep in my thoughts, until one girl asked something that caught my attention. "Sir, can u please explain what Stockholm syndrome is?" I realized I hadn't even opened my books. I opened the main book and started to read. There it was, 'Stockholm syndrome'. I was a little surprised that it was a subject in this chapter. Well, maybe it was a mental illness, just not all people could get it. Just people who are kidnapped.

"Of course, Chelsea. It is, as I say so myself, explained a little vague. I'll tell you teens more about it." Suddenly I found actually myself listening to his lecture, paying attention like I've never done before. "Ok, picture you being kidnapped, you are really scared but you have to stay with your kidnapper for a period of time. You start te feel safe around the kidnapper and start to feel sympathy for him." "But why?" Chelsea asks. "I can't really explain that, it's something in your brain. Some people have Stockholm syndrome, others don't. You can't choose. It's something you get born with, like blue or brown eyes. Most of the people who have this syndrome won't experience it, because they never get kidnapped, which is a good thing ofcourse. But if you do experience it, you most likely don't want him or her to end up in jail. You can be sad if that does happen. Most people visit their kidnapper in jail, like they are addicted." He stopped and looks over to the clock.

"I think we are out of time, but I hope I helped you, Chelsea." "Yes, thanks mister." Everybody started packing their stuff and waited for the bell to ring. When it did, everybody sprinted out of the room. I walked past the teacher and he nodded friendly. I nodded back and left the classroom. Next was acting class.

~In acting class~

I loved acting, it was my favorite subject. We just had a play the saturday before, and it was a lot of fun. Felix had never seen me act before, and he said I was awesome. But I didn't have the most important role. This guy named Mark had it. He's a good actor and there's nothing wrong with him, we just don't talk that much.                            

But because we played saturday, there was no point in starting to practice a new play. Especially not with the vacation coming. So we were playing little games. Our teacher was about to start a new game and needed two people to play. She chose me and Mark. She gave each of us a script. We had to act out a few pages with people throwing emotions at us. For example; if someone shouted mad, we had to act mad. And if someone souted sad, we had to act sad and so on.

We climbed up the stage and were getting ready. I didn't know which story the teacher picked for us, so I looked at the front page. "Loving sunset". "What is this?" I said awkwardly, just loud enough for Mark to hear it. The other people were talking to loud to hear me. He looked up and saw me looking at the front page. He looked at the title and I saw his eyes get a little bigger. He blushed a little too. "Do you know this play?" I asked. He swallowed and began to speak: "Yes, I had to practice it, but we never went on stage with this play." He paused for a second. "I'll just say it to you now, the chance is huge that.." He stoped. "That what?" I asked. "That we have to kiss." I gasped a little, but he continued; "I mean, I've read it and they kiss like every five pages. So, if it happens, and I'm almost sure it will, and I'm sure it's going to be awkward.. but it's acting.. Right?" "Right," I answered. "Of course." I smiled a little awkward smile. He did the same.

Now the teacher wanted attention and the class became quiet. "Mark, Sean, you can begin. And class, throw emotions at them, don't be shy!" I looked at mark as he looked at me. "Mike, give me a number." The teacher said. "23" "Ok, Mark, Jack, open your scripts at page 23." We did what we were told. I quickly scanned the page. I saw nothing about a kiss, yet.