Superhero Secret - Septiplier

[20] A Lover's Confession

The professor was droning on about web design. Her voice could only be compared to Satan fisting a whale. Jack had zoned out about 20 minutes ago; he had already knew and learned about everything she was speaking about. Luckily for the Irishman, the class was ending soon. Unluckily for him, that meant he had to run away from Mark. Minutes passed and the Professor announced that class was dismissed.

Jack made a mad dash for the door, escaping Satan teacher's class with Mark. His luck ran out quickly, as Mark also copied his actions, trailing behind him.

Jack slowed to a walk in an attempt to blend in, but completely forgot that his head was basically a beacon of fucking color. It felt like Mark was breathing down his neck, but in all reality, he was a few meters back, speed-walking his way behind Jack. The Irish boy turned his head to see how far back he was, noticing that the rate he was going, Mark was unquestionably going to catch him. He picked up his pace, dodging the muscular and lanky students.

Mark had also picked up his pace, almost leading into a jog. Jack switched his rate to a jog before his friend got the idea. The sudden wish of wanting to use his speed loomed around Jack, but he knew for sure he couldn't. Not here and not now.

Each boy both slowing took their footstep up, until both were chasing down the straights and curves of the college hallway. Jack didn't have a clear thought on where he wanted to go, as long as it was away from Mark.

He couldn't put together why Mark would want to talk to Jack, nonetheless coax him out of the apparent shell he coated himself in.

His thoughts must have slowed his down because before he knew it, someone's warm hand was holding a death grip on his arm, pushing him into the nearest door. They were shoved into a quiet, unoccupied library. Even the librarian was absent, which Jack mentally thanked because she didn't need to know about a teenage boy having the power to run faster than her Ford Focus could take her.

Mark wasn't hesitant when it came to the interrogation, as Jack saw it.

"You've been ignoring me for the past week, didn't text or call me back, and haven't even stopped by your own dorm."

"It's mostly yours."

"Because I'm the only damn person livin' in it!"

Jack couldn't understand how Mark even had the feeling to be angry at Jack. The only anger he should be feeling is anger for him having supernatural powers.

"Why do you still insist on talkin' t'me even though you saw me run away with Felix at th'speed of light?" Jack asked, crossing his arms over his small form.

"Because," Mark sighed, "I know exactly how you feel right now."

"Havin' th'ability to run two miles in two seconds?"

"No," Mark grumbled in irritation. "What it feels like to be separated from everyone else."

Jack pulled a you-have-to-be-fucking-kidding-me face, making Mark sigh again.

"I'm taking you back to our dorm." Mark huffed, pulling on Jack's arm to drag him out of the library.

"You're not taking me anywhere." The green-haired man pulled his arm away, crossing his arms over his chest.

"My ass I'm not taking you anywhere." All in a second, Mark swooped Jack off his feet, grabbing under his ass to fling him over his shoulder, fireman-style. Jack squealed, clutching wherever his hands could grab. His hands grabbed at Mark's pecs.

"Mark you little motherfucker!" Jack's hands curled into fists as he punched Mark's back. The older of the two ignored his wrath, walking out into the hallway. Mark carried his Irish friend all the way to their new dorm area, only having to take the punches, slaps and cries for half of the time.