Angels To Fly (Septiplier)

getting dirt

It was the middle of November. Outside, snow fluttered threw the gray sky. You could feel the Christmas excitement flow through the halls. School was going to be over for Christmas break not for a week.  The, day was some what peaceful. But.......

A ruler was slapped on a desk. Making a WHAAP noise. Sending fear to every one.Who was half a sleep.

  " SEAN WILLIAM MCLOUGHLIN !!!!!!!! Stay after school ." Mr. Dawson snapped at the rebellious boy. You can tell just by looking at him, he was bad news. But, these kids have always been interesting. From their, I'm so bad attitude. And, all of the piercings they had chokers or even bracelets.

"I'm not called Sean, I'm Jack." He groans, sitting back in his seat having his feet on his scratched up desk. Wearing his signature cap. Hiding his eyes a bit as he has head down. He crossed his arms. It was funny to think I guy like him would even stay in class. But, now one seemed to care or question. All, of his teachers had enough of him exclusively Mr. Dawson.

Mr. Dawson surly had enough of the Irish boys attitude.

" MARK, would you like to help me. ......help 'Jack' learn a few manners after school." Mr. Dawson, asked Mark.
Mark glanced at the troublesome boy as Jack glared at him with his cold blue eyes. Mark, didn't know what Mr. Dawson would want out of him. He always wanted to know what was behind the bad boy look. A insecure kid, a depressed lonely boy, or even a guy who wishes people could understand him. Mark, hesitated he clearly didn't know what to say but he turned to the teacher and slightly nodded his head.

  "Okay, thank you Mr. Fischbach." Mark blushed as a few of his classmates giggled at his last name. He never was fond of it.

Jacks head-------

That, little teachers PET.......

He couldn't be even more annoying...

And, what's up with his last name.

Fishback........ his parents must hate him.

Hahaha...... it must be fun having some.........shut up!
Why am I arguing with my self......act cool.

-----------Mark pov

"So,blah blah blah." The teacher went on teaching his lesson. But, I could help but wonder.

What, is up with Jack..... was he always like this?

I never really notice him. People say he got expelled out 4 schools and, one online. And got suspended more than any student should. And, yet he still comes. I normally find him looking out the window of a class or deep in thought.

He just seems to ignore everything around him. Jack was, blocked out every thing. Writing on a paper, looking frustrated. I can't help my curiosity, for him. It not like I want to be friends.....he is just something I've surly haven't seen before.

  I wonder what he was writing?.....

RINGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!

The class was over. I just hope Mr. Dawson didn't remember he after class thing.

"Class, dismissed....but Mark and Jack." Mr. Dawson said, giving a smug face.

Dang it........

Jack and I walked up to Mr. Dawson's desk as he sits down.

"Well....."  Jack said, his tone sounded annoyed, he must clearly want to leave. Mr. Dawson glared at the young boy. His lips did the thing, when people get infectious.

"Why, don't we see what is wrong... take a look at Mark, he is a well behaved and get good grades. He does what he is supposed to do. He is not late to school every day. Does his work on time. And, he is a nice man. Every one seems to enjoy him. And, don't forget that he is a prodigy student here. But, now let's take a look at you" Jack eyes were practically a blazing blue fire. He balled his fists, ready to strike at any moment. This scared me a little. Why was Mr. Dawson doing this. Now Jack will hate me, or if he did. He will even more.

"You....you are a pain in the side. Who, doesn't get the best grades. A little bad boy that
won't ever change. The kid that every one doesn't like, you don't do anything that you are supposed to do. And thinks he is all cool. But, he is just a little rude man who doesn't care what is going on....now does that sum up you or someone else. " I felt terrible for agreeing to this. I glance towards Jack. He, was a bomb waiting to go off. I could see his vains popping out of his fist. He griding his teeth. His eyes were a cold blue as if they could freeze Mr.Dawson right on the spot. Even, though his eyes were on fire at the same time.

Jack was going to yell the worst things to Mr.Dawson, but just as he was going to the school announcements came on. Thank god, I couldn't stand it and what did Mr. Dawson mean by ' sum  up someone else?' . I may be smart in class, but I sure no Einstein.

Buzz......

Can Mr. Dawson and Ms. Sigh come to the staff lounge.

Buzz.....

" Well I expect Mark to help Jack here to behave, everyday I want you two hang for an hour. Got THAT." Mr. Dawson snapped walking out of the room. He paused at the front of the door. " Mark, if he is giving you any trouble come tell me." I can't believe I'm stuck with him who knows he will do to me. Will he beat me up, will he steal my money, there is nothing I couldn't see him doing to me after today.

Once he left, Jack rolled his eyes.

"Well, at least that sorry excuse of a teacher is gone." Jack growled, grabbing his black and green bag.

Just, as he opens the door he stops. And, a devilish smirk grows on his face.

"See, you tomorrow Fishbach" he snicker leaving me.

"Hhm....." I grabbed my bags, and head out the lonely room. The halls were flooded of students. I walk rush to my locker, trying not get trampled. All, the kids hit my shoulder and pushed me around.

"Oh, God"  I was almost there, as soon as I jolted towards my locker. I accidentally, run in to a person. Sending me, and my bag with the stuff in it flying in the air. Along with my glasses.

"Oh GOD!!! You okay?" The voice was familiar.

"Ya, I just need my glasses." I said moving my hands around looking for them.

He grabs them," these yours." He said I, put them on and I looked at him.

IT WAS YAMI!!!!!!

"Yami......I I'm.." I could feel me beginning to melt in embarrassment.

Oh, God my crush......

"SORRY!!" I said, he gave me a warm smile.

"It's fine... here you go." He replied, grabbing all my stuff  putting it in the bag. Handing it over. I take it my cheeks turned a slight pink.

"Um.....t-thanks" I stutter getting up.

" Your welcome," he says, he checks the time real quick on th newest and greatest watch."OH gosh I need to go SEE YA MARK!!!" He dashed, in the halls.

I smile, and blushed like crazy I had a crush on him for a year.

"Man, if only he liked me." I whispered. Makeing sure no one heard me. But, someone did.

"So, mister perfect is gay.....hmm this will be fun." I boy with a smirk platter across his face, whispered. He watched Mark leave around the corner.

Well, Jack ol' boy. I love your mind.