The cute Irish boy ~ Septiplier

The cute Irish boy

Hi again, so like I said last in the last chapter this will be from Marks perspective now and how the first day went for him.

Marks Pov.
"Mark it's time to get up, you can't be late for school."

I slowly get out of bed, falling almost instantly. "Shit" I whisper under my breath, not only was I not wearing my glasses I'm hung over. I really shouldn't have snuck out last night to get drunk with Amy ( my girlfriend of the past 6 months). God my head is killing me. I stumble into my bathroom and grab some medication to help with my migraine. I go back to my room get dressed in black jeans, my lucky flannel and black converse. I grab my bag and keys and head down stairs. I yell to my mom as I rush out the door "Bye Mom, have a nice day at work". I get in my truck and drive up the road to pick up Amy.

"Hey baby". God her voice is so cute and she's so beautiful, as much as I love her to death I still kinda miss the way Aaron made me feel. Don't think about him Mark, he's gone and you haven't liked a guy since. Nothing will compare to the rush I got when I first saw him.

"Hey cutie. How you feelin after last night?"

" Head hurts but I'm so much better now that I'm with you". She's so cute. I kiss her softly after she gets in the truck.

  We make small talk till we get to school. I park my truck and quickly get out to run to her side. I open door and lift her out of the truck. We walk with my arm around her waist till we reach her friends. We kiss one more time then I leave to go to my friends.  Me, Wade, Bob, Felix and Ken start playing catch. While we are playing my whole world stops as I watch him exit the car. His green hair is adorable and his ocean blue eyes are mesmerizing . I'm speechless as I watch him look around the campus. I quickly come back to focus right as a football is about to hit me square in the jaw. I catch it right in time. A shocked look crosses Kens face as I catch it. That will teach him to try and hit me when I'm zoned out. As they pass the ball I go back to looking for the adorable green haired boy I just saw. I find him on the steps of the school staring at me. I'm flattered so I flash him a half smirk, he goes beat red. I decide that's enough and go back to  my game. His blue eyes are all I can think of. Wait Mark stop, you have a girlfriend. For now that didn't matter.

  Me and Wade decide it's time to go our lockers. We have the same homeroom so it made sense that we would go together. We walk into math and I get extremely happy to see him, when I notice who's next to him a get kinda sad. He's sitting next to the girl who has had a new hair colour every month since we were about 10. Emma, Dan, Phil, Chris, and Peej all use to best friends when we were younger. We were a group of kids that were closer than anything but each of us had a best friend within the group, Dan had Phil, Chris had Peej and I had Emma. They were, and still are the only ones who know I'm bi. We all had high marks, which meant we all got to take the tested for gifted kids. Phil, Peej, and Chris were all accepted into the tech program, Emma and Dan were accepted into the arts . Once I got accepted into athletics I got really popular and we drifted apart. They all said that I let it get to me head and that I wasn't the same. Sadly, I know that they're right, but I miss them so much. I'm glad the new kid found good people that won't abandon him.

"Hello class, I'm Mr. Smith and I'll be your math teacher this year, now we have a transfer student from Ireland. Sean would you like to come up and tell us a bit about yourself?"

"Um ok" He slowly made his way to the front of the room. Everyone is curious who this kid is, I really hope he doesn't embarrass himself, I on the other hand am paying special attention. " Hi my name is Séan but I'd much prefer to be called Jack. I just moved here from Ireland. I'm a tech kid but I also love science." He's perfect. Everything. His eyes, his hair, his voice, his dorky glasses and clothes. I can't believe I'm falling for the cute Irish Boy.