Eyes of The Beholder-{Septiplier Fanfic}

Chapter Three (Sean's POV)

Ringgggggg!

It's about time! I don't think I can sit next to Mark for two more seconds. I'm too weirded out to interact with him properly right now. I snatch my bag off the floor and speed walk out of the room. When I'm just outside the door, I feel somebody grab my wrist. "Jack, wait a second." And to no surprise, it's Mark.

"Lemme go. Don't wanna be late for math." Truth be told, I'd be fine with being late, especially to math. It's one of my least favorite classes. I mainly just want to get away from Mark until tomorrow.

"I'm not going to make you late. What teacher do you have?"

"Mrs. Harp."

"Haha, me too. I wonder if I'll have any more classes with you." He laughs a little and releases me. I grumble swears under my breath as I stomp down the hall. Just my luck.

When I arrive in the room of numbers, Mark is, of course placed next to me. I suddenly regret choosing a lonely desk in all my classes. I grab his binder and pull it to my desk. "Where's your schedule?" I flip through it a little.

It's pretty empty, besides a few papers we got in science, our first period. He mostly has a lot of notebook paper. Some of it is blank, but most of it is covered with squiggles and little doodles. They must be written in a color I can't see. I point to one of the random silly faces drawn in the corner of one. "What color is this?" I demand.

"Blue. I've got lots of blue highlighters I like to draw with. They're brighter than my blue colored pencil," he says. He proceeds to take a highlighter out of his pencil pouch and shows it to me. It appears gray to me. I wonder what blue looks like?

"Hmm. I'm not going to lie about my excess of brown writing utensils either," I reply cooly. "So, back to the previous topic, where's your schedule?" He pulls a crumpled paper out of his bag. It's a lighter gray.

"I already sort of ruined it." I snatch it from him and read it anyways. My heart drops. I have every class with him. I shove it in his face and look away.

"How'd that happen?!" I exclaim.

"How did what happen?" he asks.

"Our schedules are the same." I roll my eyes and he smiles.

"Isn't that a good thing? I mean, we're going to be seeing each other a lot whether we like it or not," he says. I have to admit, he's right. We're soulmates, and soulmates are always a perfect match even if they don't appear to be at first. "Besides, that must mean it's destiny." I groan and turn away from him.

It takes a whole lot of effort to resist my urge to slap Mark right in the face.

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Of course I end up next to him in every class except for P. E. We have assigned seats in the attendance rows for that class and our last names are far apart enough that he's nearly on the other side of the gym. I really regret choosing solo desks for everything.

But honestly, by the end of the day, I don't mind his companionship so much. Sure, he's an overly happy giggly guy, but he's not too awful. I grow used to having someone to talk to/yell at. And it definitely doesn't hurt that I get to see brown every time I look at him.