Secret Touch | MarkBam |

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By Friday, Mark sitting with BamBam and Jackson at lunch had become somewhat normal, for BamBam anyway. Jackson was going insane from having to see the nuisance more than he was originally used to. One can only handle so much Mark Tuan.

Jackson was at the point where he thought murder was the answer, he now understands why murderers do what they do. Well, that might be exaggerating a little, but that's how he truly feels at the moment. He couldn't handle how fake Mark was being towards his best friend, emphasis on 'his.'

Ever since Mark showed up, it was almost as if Jackson didn't exist. He was beyond jealous and angry but he didn't care at this point. Mark was always touching BamBam, whether it being a friendly touch on the shoulder or his hand comfortably rested on his thigh, it was too much skinship for him.

Every time Mark would lay his hand on BamBam's thigh, his hand would move even more dangerously higher than the last time. This would make Jackson's eye twitch uncontrollably and unfortunately, right now was one of these times. BamBam would sometimes shift in his seat when Mark would touch his thigh. Maybe he was to shy to speak up about it or he didn't want to make Mark angry and risk the chance of him not speaking to him ever again.

The reason Jackson didn't speak up was similar to BamBam's. In the chance that Mark actually does get angry and stopped talking to BamBam, he would definitely be upset and ignore Jackson for a long time. He was basically fucked either way.

"Hey, Bam?" Mark asked with a sickly sweet smile.

"Hey, Mark?" BamBam jokingly mocked his tone.

"Would you come to my volleyball game tonight? I need someone as cute as you to cheer me on and give me extra motivation to win." He gave BamBam puppy eyes and stuck out his bottom lip.

Snap!

"U-uhm sure. I-I'd love to go cheer you on Mark." His shy side started to show again, though, stuttering in front of Mark seemed to be nothing unusual.

"Good, I'll look forward to seeing you in the school gym at six. Now lets get back to working on your algebra." Though he wouldn't show it, Mark felt giddy inside. He would have someone other than the girls that constantly follow him around school to cheer him on along with the rest of his team. BamBam was just as excited as Mark, he's been wanting to go see Mark play since the season started. He was just too shy to actually go, he really didn't want to be compared to Mark's many fangirls either.

"Good job, Bam, you got this one right." A small high five was shared between Mark and BamBam before they moved onto the next equation.

"Wrong. It should be x = 24." Jackson mumbled to himself, cleaning up the remains of the fifth pencil he's broken this week.

"Jackson, did you say something?" BamBam asked making sure he wasn't just hearing things.

"Mm, nope."

This was yet another thing that managed to get under Jackson's skin within the short time period of four days. Mark took the position of BamBam's tutor. Even though he could barely tell the difference between the numbers two and seven, he had still managed to take the place of Jackson yet again. Sure, Jackson still tutored BamBam after school, but it really didn't matter.

BamBam is a grade and two years younger than Jackson. So they would usually use the lunch period they share as a way to catch up on things that happened throughout half of the day. Almost everything BamBam and Jackson did together was different, Jackson has been cut out of the picture and replaced with Mark.

This was his breaking point, maybe even beyond it. So you maybe sitting here thinking, "Why doesn't Jackson just up and leave BamBam?" The answer is quite simple really. Even though Jackson is driving himself insane for some sophomore, who obviously has no interest in him whatsoever, he doesn't regret it. As long as BamBam is happy, Jackson can look past everything that he is witnessing right in front of him. BamBam's happiness is his happiness. He would do anything to make him happy, even put himself through hell and that's exactly what he's doing. Putting himself through the hellish pain of a broken heart.