Keep It a Secret, Boy:Septiplier

one :: messages

I'm sorry about last night
...
Mark, please answer me.
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What do you want?
No response.

I'm so sorry.
Is that all you can come up with?
You are so arrogant and selfish!

Please just try to understand Mark! Last night meant nothing!

Of course it didn't mean anything to him, he was just someone I met at a bar. He was just a fling. He was no one.

But why am I so captivated towards him?

Mark?

I hate the way he makes me feel. How he MADE me feel. Uncontrollable. Intrigued. Mad and wild. How I hated it.

I set down my phone on the stand next to my bed, staring coldly at it. I ran my fingers through my dyed hair, untangling any knots I could find.
I face planted into my pillow and groaned, acting childish but at this point I didn't care.

"Mark sweetie?" A soft voice came from the other side of the door. The knob turned and I pretended to be asleep, squirming uncomfortably. A quiet chuckle escapade her lips, "Mark I know you're awake," she said as I heard footsteps coming towards me. I sighed and turned to her, "mom.." I whispered as my eyes started to sting from the tears I was holding back.
"Oh honey, come here," she reassured me, pulling me into an embrace. "This is why you shouldn't fake an ID and go to bar and have one night stands." We both laughed. "Because you can get attached." She lifted my chin to look at her and leaned in to kiss my forehead. "But you're still grounded, mister. Now go to bed. It's your first day of high school tomorrow and you need your rest." She stated bluntly and I nodded, "yes mom.." I responded as she got up and walked to the door, getting ready to close it as she left. "I love you, goodnight." And I just smiled.
"Love you too," I said, barely a whisper. I pulled the covers over me and I closed my eyes. Trying not to think of the man at the bar.

- time skip to the morning -

My mom went work early in the morning, a bowl of cereal was eating for me at the counter top in the kitchen. I was already fully dressed, with my red, or my "lucky flannel", some skinny jeans and my converse. I had my glasses and my floofy hair which I was too lazy to fix. I sat at the table and started eating, I was so nervous! I wonder how today will be. I hope I don't run into any assholes. I took out my phone from my pocket and scrolled through all the messages my "fling" had sent me. Telling me to respond and "I'm sorry." Like I believed any of that bullshit. I simply just rolled my eyes and put it back in my pocket. Picking up my backpack that my mom had already crammed with school supplies. I laughed softly and got up, putting the backpack on. I started walking out to the door and walked out, locking it. I stood up proudly and started walking to the school I was attending, which wasn't very far away.

Once I got there I was surrounded my hormonic, slutty, teens. Girls putting themselves on guys and letting them. I bit my lip and looked down, walking to the entrance of the school, opening the double doors. I put down my backpack and got my schedule out. Flattening the crumpled piece of paper and looking at my first class. I sighed, the room was on the second floor, looking for a stair way I walked towards it.

I made it to my first class, Math. How I loved math, especially since I was planning to be an engineer. The classroom was silent, and no one was there. I checked the paper again to see the name of the teacher, in big bold leaders it read, "MR. MCLOUGHLIN. Per 1." "What a weird name.." I scratched the side of my head and shrugged. The school bell finally rang, I was already sitting in a seat. Back of the class because I hated being in front where everyone could see me. Students started walking in looking at me, probably judging me because I was already here before anyone else was.  When the class was already full there was still no sign of the teacher. I took out my phone..
47 unread messages.
I exhaled deeply and rubbed my forehead, "hey you ok?" A deep voice asked, I looked to the side and I saw a guy with curly hair, a little bit of stubble with a red shirt with "Lord Minion 777" titled on it.  "Yeah I'm fine," I shrugged. Then I looked to the front of the class, a man stood there, he was looking down. He looked formal, with a suit and tie.

When he looked up his eyes locked with mine, his mouth forming into an 'O' shape. My cheeks were flushed, my chest tightened and I was paralyzed.

"Mark?" The man spoke, his voice was low, but loud enough for me to hear it.
Everyone turned to look at me, confusion was their only expression they could render.

My teacher is my
..
One night stand?

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Oh look a cliffhanger

Peace out d00ds👋 -Alex