A Change (Septiplier)

Who's Jack

It was near lunch. So far, I had met two new friends, exchanged numbers with three freshmen, and slept in two classes. In fact, I'm only awake because the bell rang.

"LUNCH AHAHAHA," a random kid yelled, charging through the door.

I stood and left as well. The first day would be exciting, but I was tired. I was so hyped last night that I didn't sleep. I trudged through the halls, passing a few nice looking people. Not one person was alone. Everyone had at least one person with them, even if they weren't getting along. It was expected. This is highschool after all. You come with, or die alone. Socially, of course.

"Mark," I heard someone scream my name. I turned to see Bob and Wade at a table, Bob being the one waving at me.

I nodded, walking over to them. I had pizza on my tray, corn and strawberry milk accompanying it. Sitting down, I let my head droop whilst I ate.

"So, you met any fine girls, Mark," Wade asked.

I cringed, remembering that I had yet to tell them of my sexuality. I knew I'd have to do it sooner or later. As for now though, it would have to be later. I can't not answer. They might get suspicious.

"Why, so you could scare them away while trying to get their number," I joked.

Bob laughed at this, a few crumbs escaping his mouth. Eventually we were all laughing. We ate, cracking more jokes.

"Any of you seen Felix," I asked.

"Yeah," Bob answered, "He has lunch next period. Maybe we'll see him on the way out."

I nodded, taking a drink of my milk.

"M-Mark," yet another voice called.

Today must be Mark Day or something.

I looked up to see the girl from before, AJ. She had a blonde behind her. Said blonde was wearing a tight white shirt, a khaki cardigan, and blue jean shorts. Both girls looked hurried, panic in their eyes. I quirked an eyebrow. They stopped at the table I was at, panting a bit. This caused me to think that they ran all the way to the lunchroom.

"Yeah," I simply asked in response.

AJ held out a note, head dropped low. The blonde had recovered, but was looking nervous. I took the note, still looking at the blonde. Finally turning my attention back to the note, I felt my brain scan over the words.

"Mark, this is a warning. I know what you did, who you are, and what your secret is. I have the dirt on you, and you will never know who I am. I suggest you do as told, or I'll tell everyone. The first thing you will do is meet one of my puppets in the music room. From there, you'll get surprises. Don't worry, I'll only have minor control of your life.

C~"

I reread the note. I simply couldn't rap my head around it. I looked up, ready to question the two, but they were long gone. I saw the cafeteria doors close. I sighed, standing up.

"Nah man, Jack wouldn't do it," someone said.

"He's too much of a punk to," another person chimed in.

"He wouldn't be pleased if he did," the other said.

I glanced back at them as I jogged out the door. I was headed to the music room for answers, not orders. No one was gonna tell me what to do except my mom. I choose to do anything else. My steps increased in speed, my teeth clenching. I slammed the door to the music room open.

I'll tell everyone.

Those words appeared in my head, reminding me of why I even got up in the first place. Suddenly, my confidence dropped. The thought of my friends judging me was unbearable. My family would turn their backs in disgust. The entire school would hate me with everything they could. This thought would worry almost anyone. Especially someone like me.

"H-Hello," I stuttered, entering the room.

The lights went off, door slamming shut. I jumped at the sudden changes. My heart was beating ferociously against my rib cage. If this is how this person intimidated people, it won't work.

"Mark Edward Fischbach," a booming, foreign voice echoed.

I shivered, not liking the sound of this stranger. They were helping this person mess with my life, after all. My footsteps sounded as I backed up. I swiftly turned to leave.

"Yeah, okay, no. I don't think I should stay he-," I ranted.

I stopped when I bumped into something. My hands felt the object. It was firm, but soft. It was also...clothed.

I was feeling someone's chest.

I stumbled back, falling on the ground. The lights turned back on, enabling me to see who was now towering over me. She looked to be about 5'6, her hat adding an inch. Her eyes were shielded by her hair. The bangs were dyed to the color of Twilight Sparkle's. The rest of her hair was coal black. She was wearing a light blue shirt with white lace for the sleeves. She had simple navy blue tights for bottoms and black combat boots.

"Boss chose you," she scoffed to herself.

I frowned at this remark, but remained nervous. I started to stand, seeing as I was taller by several inches. I eyed her once again, biting the inside of my cheek.

"Names Courtrina," she introduced herself.

I nodded, "Mark."

She rolled her eyes, giving me a look. It was then I remembered that she had called me earlier.

"Listen up, nino muerto," she started," Boss says you're value to him. You do what he says, he cherish you. Don't, well..."

She took a mechanical pencil out her back pocket, placing her thumb on its side. With a smirk, she snapped it. I felt my jaw drop in fear and slight awe. She walked over to me, closing my mouth. Her gaze frightened me, her hand cold. I held my breath, afraid she'll dislocate my jaw or some messed up stuff. My eyes closed in relief as she roughly let go of my chin, walking away.

"He could have picked Jack. I have everything to do. You share my duty now, hear me," she asked in her rugged English, addressing me.

I nodded quickly, stuttering a response.

"Scram," she spat.

I wasted no time in opening the door and running out. The bell rang as soon as my foot hit the floor, signaling the end of lunch. I raced to my next class.

"No, Jack is the one who suggested him," someone said.

"Why," their friend replied.

"He's a punk, that's why. He needs help with the little work he gets," the first speaker replied.

I ran faster, turning the corner.

"Ah, nu, my art," a very familiar voice squeaked.

I opened my eyes to see that I had bumped into AJ, making her drop her binder. She was already scrambling to pick it up. Some of it had been stepped on, though it didn't matter to her at the moment.

I stopped her actions, touching her shoulder.

"Who's Jack?"