Opposites Attract | jacksepticeye X reader

{Fifteen}

After two hours in the library, you were walking with Jack to his rugby practice.
"Just, play nice with Mark." You laugh.
"Yeah, I don't want to get killed!"
As you approached, you saw Mark standing with a group of five other boys. They played on the team also but were nowhere near as hot as you thought Mark was.
"Marky!" You called, getting his attention.
He looked around at you and smiled. However, once he saw Jack, the smile turned into a furious glare. Mark started to separate from the other guys and was storming your way. He ran his hand through his hair, angrily.
"Mark, what's the mat-" he interrupted you.
"You piece of shit leprechaun." He yelled, throwing Jack to the ground. Jack's fragile body fell into a dump in the dirt. Before trying to help him up, Mark was already kneeling on top of him. He was shaking his shoulders and screaming in his face,
"You dump your whore girlfriend and expect to have mine! You fucking wish. You're not worth half her little toe, prick."
Jack tried to retaliate with,
"Quit being jealous. It's just an assignment."
When he tried arguing back, he got a slap to the face.
"GET OFF OF HIM!" You scream.
One of the other team members was holding you back, so you didn't get hurt. You felt a sting in your heart every time Jack got hit. He was struggling and slowly giving up. Mark didn't give a rats ass, however. Mark stood up and grabbed Jack by the collar of his shirt. He threw him down yet again, then started kicking his sides.
"Don't touch my girlfriend," *kick* "Don't talk to my girlfriend," *kick* "You know what, don't even look at her!"
Mark too one last blow at his back before the rest of the team came sprinting over.
Your chest, head and face hurt from crying.
It took an entire team of rugby players to pull Mark off and drag him into to changing rooms.
Finally being freed, you ran straight to Jack. His weak, limp body was laying there. He was barely breathing. You took his hand and let a tear drop onto his cheek.
"I've got you now, don't move.." You whisper, stroking his bruised face. You could hear shouts and the pounds of running heading back towards you.
Mark.
You didn't leave Jack's side. You stayed kneeling by him, holding his hand.
Mark was being restrained by two huge players.
"Get the hell away from Jack. You hear," the boys hissed at Mark.
"Baby, don't touch him. He's dirt!" Mark tried to sound sincere.
"Mark! Look at him. You're a monster!" You were yelling through each sniffle.
He was speechless...
"Never talk to me again, Mark Fischbach. We're done."