(Septiplier) Alone

friends I guess?

Mark didn't know exactly why he wanted to be friends with Jack. It just felt like the universe wanted them to be friends. Mark trusted the universe. So far it was helping him become friends with the green haired boy. Now there was only one thing that would make everything perfect. Jack had to like video games.

He giggled at his silly criteria. He wondered if Jack would like videos games as much as he did. And that got him thinking. Mark was a nerd. He admitted that. He liked watching old Disney movies. He liked playing video games. He loved dogs. He played nerdy things like world of Warcraft and overwatch. Did Jack like any of that kind of stuff? He didn't seem like he would. He wore mostly black clothes. Mark had never seen him wear anything that looked like fandom stuff. Mark began to panic a little. What if Jack didn't like anything Mark liked? Then Mark realized that his plan might have been a little rushed. Jack was going to hang out at his house. In his room. Which was covered in nerdy crap. Jack was probably going to think he was a freak. He'd call him a nerd. He would probably avoid Mark after that. Jack was way too cool for Mark. He would laugh and-

"Mark? Maaaaarrrkkk." Wade said, waving his hand in front of Mark's face. Mark jumped a little, looking over at his friend. Wade smiled and laughed at him.

"Jeez dude you were out of it. You've been chewing on that pencil for the better part of an hour. I was afraid your brain died." Wade laughed. Mark frowned. He looked down at his pencil, which he had been subconsciously biting on. He'd almost bit through it. Wade was right, he was out of it. He didn't remember any of the lesson. He'd been... preoccupied ..with Jack.

"Yeah. Well shut up Wade." Mark said. He started to work on the worksheet the teacher had handed out at some point. He understood none of it. But it gave him an excuse to not tell Wade what he was really thinking about.

"Mark seriously are you okay?" Bob asked. Mark had forgotten he was in this class. Man, Jack was really getting to him.

"Yeah I'm fine." Mark said.but the fact is he wasn't really sure anymore.

"Alright. Who is it and why haven't you talked to them?" Bob asked. Mark started chewing on his pencil again. Bob knew him too well. Though it didn't happen often, Mark has had crushes in the past. People he was 'sure' were his soulmate. There was Danny, at the beginning of freshman year. Danny had been a senior. Mark stalked him for about three weeks before finally getting up the nerve to talk to him. Though they weren't soulmates (no Arin was his soulmate) they became really good friends. He was like this when that happened, but somehow, this time was different. Danny was a really cool guy, but Mark never worried as much. He never worried like this about danny, he never felt this nervous. Jack was a lot scarier.

"Nobody and because it's nothing." Mark whisper-yelled. He didn't want his friends meddling in this. Jack was known for not talking to anyone. Mark was pretty sure introducing him to his friends was a sure fire way to end any sort of friendship between him and Jack.

"Then what's this?" Wade asked, waving Jack's note around.

"Give that back!" Mark said, lunging for the note. Wade held it just out of Mark's reach. Curse his short arms. The teacher shushed them and gave them a warning look. Mark sat in his seat, giving Wade a death look. Wade just smiled, unfolded the note, and read it. Out loud, of course.

"We'll work at your house. If you need to contact me, here's my number. Only for emergencies. Ooooh. Marki got someone's number." Wade teased. Mark went for the note again, but Wade passed it over to Bob before Mark could get it. Bob looked over the note. Mark thanked God Jack hadn't written his name on the note.

"Wade give me Mark's phone." Bob said. He held out his hand and, sure enough, Mark's phone was in it within seconds. Mark looked at Wade than at his backpack. He kept his phone there for safe keeping. A lot good that did. He looked back at Bob, who was already typing away. Mark felt panic rise in his chest he reached across the table trying to get his phone, but Bob turned around. Mark looked at the teacher, who was idling reading a book, but was keeping his eyes on the class. Mark watched helplessly as Bob smiled evilly.