(Septiplier) Alone

Mark

Mark chewed on his lip nervously. Why did he have to be such an idiot? He wanted to bang his head against a wall. He'd just wanted to be friends with the cute green haired boy in the library. But he probably ended up pissing him off and mangled any chance of a friendship.

He had seen the kid around and they had English together. And Mark had the biggest crush in the world on this little green haired boy. He'd been trying to figure out a way to talk to him for weeks. The kid never talked to anyone and Mark was no exception, so it seemed.

He'd went to the library to work on a project, and as fate would have it, he found the boy. Mark thought this was his chance. He could strike up a conversation and they could find out if they were soulmates. It seemed logical at the time.

Mark's words were on his bicep. He liked that they were easily hidden by his t-shirt. He'd spent countless hours staring at them in the mirror, imagining such a conversation. The conversation were he would meet the person he would spend the rest of his life with and they would say:

'I don't deserve you.'

Mark always wondered what his soulmate meant. Was he not good enough for them? That's what he feared most, being a burden. He tried his best to be the best person he could. He wanted to be someone his soulmate would be proud of.

He sat down at the computer next to the green haired kid. He logged on and opened up word typing away some meaningless bable he couldn't seem to focus on. He snuck a look at the boy. He was playing an adorable game on the computer, resting his head on his right hand. Mark blushed slightly, there was something about this kid. As he looked the boy over, he noticed the writing on his forearm. Mark squinted reading the writing on his arm. And of course, he had to open his big fat mouth.

"But I'm not gay?" Mark questioned more than stated. He hadn't really meant to say it out loud, but that didn't stop him. The boy squirmed upright in his seat and turned toward him. He pulled his sleeve down to hide the words. Mark waited for him to say something but when he didn't Mark continued.

"Why would you write that on yourself?" He asked. The boy's frown deepened, his blue eyes seemed to burn with anger and confusion. Mark stared at him, taken aback by this. Then it hit him. Those were his soulmate words. The boy hadn't written them there. Suddenly Mark felt like the biggest douche on the planet. No scratch that. Mark knew he was the biggest douche on the planet.

"Oh god! I'm sorry! That's your soulmate writing isn't it. Oh man I'm such a jerk! I'm sorry!" He rambled. The boy didn't respond. He looked Mark up and down, as if he couldn't believe he were real. Mark understood. It was hard to believe someone as dumb as him existed. Mark tried one last time to start up some kind of friendship. Even if the boy wasn't his soulmate, he still wanted to try and be friends.

"I'm Mark by the way!" He smiled. The boy frowned again and turned back to his computer. Mark's smile fell a bit. He turned back to the project he should have been working on. He wished he had just worked like he had planned to. He stared at the screen. He felt sick to his stomach. This kid probably thinks he's a big jerk. Not that Mark blamed him. Mark thought hard. There must be something he could do to fix this. Then he had an idea. He could write a note. A simple note. He could apologize. If the kid didn't want to talk to him, then maybe the kid would write him a response. He spent the next ten minutes writing out an apology. It was short but he hoped it got his point across. He slide it across the table to the boy. Then he waited. He tried not to stare as the kid read his note. The boy stared at the note for a while. Then he took a sharpie out of his backpack. Mark turned back to his computer to keep himself from staring further but no words came to his mind. The bell rang and Mark felt his heart sink alittle. Maybe the note was a bad idea. Then the folded up piece of paper fluttered into Mark's lap. He jumped slightly. He turned and watched as the kid hurried out of the library. He stared at the door for a few seconds after the kid had left, then returned his attention to the note. He smiled and unfolded the paper. There were only two words written on it. They were big and covered the whole page, including Mark's words.

'NO
-JACK'

Mark couldn't help but smirk. Though it wasn't the response he wanted, he tried to look on the bright side. At least he knew the green haired boy's name. Jack. Mark promised himself. He and Jack would be friends.