A Freak Like Me [Septiplier]

3: How My English Teacher Became An Enemy

Jack P.O.V.

I stood in shock for a few moments, my back against the wall and my breathing sporadic. I couldn't believe what had happen; I had hoped my eyes were playing tricks on me, but that certainly wasn't the case. Quickly, I snapped from my trance and raced for the door. My finger grasped the lock and twisted it sharply. I didn't need anyone else coming in. I slid down the wooden door, my hands covering my dull eyes. Warm tears fell down my cheeks that had been tinted pink. I was scared, embarrassed and burning with anger. I hated him. I had hated him before, like I had others, but now it was putrid hate. 'It just had to be him, of all people! Mark "Fucking" Fischbach!' I tried to calm myself. Being angry wouldn't be a great emotion for me to have at school. Plus, one thing I really didn't need was a panic attack. I slowed my breaths to an easy pace, rocking my body back and forth to bring me back to a normal state of mind. It took a while to do, but I was soon able to stand.

My eyes, still a bit glassy from tears, glanced over at the wall clock. It read 8:26 which brought me into panic. I had only 4 minutes until first period and I wasn't even dressed yet! My feet quickly hit against the cold floor as I raced to my clothes. My movements were swift as my boxer shorts and jeans slid onto my body. I pulled a plain black tee over my head and shoved on my socks and shoes. I raked a hand through my hair, throwing on a gray and black striped beanie I packed. I couldn't really do anything with it being wet and all. I grabbed my backpack and phone, racing down the hall and up the stairs to my first class. It was only one minute before any others would make their way to class. I sat in my normal seat: second desk in the row next to the windows. I let out a sigh as my bag dropped to the side of my seat.

My teacher, Mr. Lester, had looked over at me with confusion. "Getting to class early now, Jack?" He folded his arms against his chest as he sat in his seat and continued to stare at me, waiting for an answer.

"Y-Yeah, just thought it'd be a good idea," I chuckled nervously. I was usually either on time or a few minutes late to class; never had I been early in the slightest.

Obviously, Mr. Lester must have known something was up. But, instead of pressing forward, he merely shook his head. "Alright, if you say so. Are you coming up for lunch?" he asked with a smile.

I nodded at him. "Most definitely!" Mr. Lester, or Phil, has been my friend ever since last year. He was a teacher fresh out of college and had noticed I never hung out with anyone. So, he invited me to lunch and we've been buddies ever since. He's the only one I've got. Well, besides Daithi back in Ireland. I can't talk to him much because of the time zones, but we chat once-in-awhile on the weekends. If it wasn't for these guys, I might've gone insane during high school.

With time running down for everyone to race upstairs, I decided to listen to some jams. I knew when Phil would take attendance he wouldn't even call my name; he never did because I was a beacon that could be seen easily. Not only that, but I still needed to get this morning off of my mind. I pressed in my earbuds and quickly hit Pandora. I just needed something, anything really. I didn't even look at what was playing. I probably should have.

A strange beat began to play in my ears. I didn't even know what it was. So, I kept listening for a bit. As soon as the chorus played, I knew what it was. 'Pillowtalk by Zayn, really?!' That didn't make my situation better. I soon skipped to a song by For All Those Sleeping which put me at ease. Kids began to flood into the room as soon as the chorus to "Once A Liar" played into my ears. I tapped my fingers to the beat when Mr. Lester mouthed the names of children in Homeroom. How my school works is you go to your homeroom class for 5 minutes for attendance, then head to first period. Mine just happened to be in the same room. No useless moving about.

A group of kids exited the class after the song ended in my ears. I pulled out my earbuds and put my phone on silent before shoving it into my backpack again. I glanced over at the door, seeing new kids flood into the English room. That's when I saw him again: Fischbach. I totally had forgotten that we were in the same English class. This day of torment had only just begun. We had locked eyes for a brief moment before I turned quickly in my seat. I held my hands under my desk and furrowed my eyebrows. He was the last person I wanted to see right then. So, I focused on Mr. Lester as I saw Mark move to the back of the room in the corner of my eye.