The Stranger In The Hallway (Septiplier)

[Chapter 1]

-The stranger in the hall way-

- Mark's pov.-

I don't like being uncertain.

It's a feeling I've grown to hate with a passion. I love knowing what I'm going to do when I am going to do it. Sure life gets messy sometimes and honestly that's okay. But I could probably tell you what I'm doing a week from now. I want a good future. That's why I'm studying right now. I'm gonna be an engineer one day. So rushing around my college campus for a couple more years is worth it.

Right?

I walked into the same coffee shop I walk into every morning. This time walking out was a little different. I managed to not micro manage myself. How I did that is beyond my comprehension.

Ten minutes late won't hurt right?

Walking in to the quaint little coffee shop I was met with an aroma of strong coffee. I could help but smile at the smell.

I'm a huge coffee person. It's probably why I'm so up beat all the time. I'd probably be a zombie without my coffee. Lets hope we won't have to find out.

I walks out with a tall coffee. It was hot so I took careful sips of it. Rushing out of the shop onto campus was right next door.

Do you have any experience with luck? Of course you have. Just keep in mind luck is common theme in my life, or should I say not luck but actually quite the opposite. Just keep in mind that I mentioned this.

Of corse knowing how lucky I am the universe decided that I was too happy.

I fucking love the universe, don't you?

So bam.

I managed to spill coffee over my lucky red flannel.

I muttered some colorful words under my breath. Thank God no one was around. Making a fool out of myself in front of others would be mortifying. I decided to ignore the piping hot drink on my red flannel. It wasn't that noticeable.

I took the same route I take everyday. I was already ten minutes late to my first class. That professor already hates me. I can imagine me being late gives him more of a reason to dislike me. I began to take out the binder from my back pack as I walked along the hallways. Well speed walked. I pulled out a binder and a couple of notes filled with chicken scratch of mines I called writting.

I wasnt paying attention as I soon felt bumping into someone causing both of us to fall to the floor.

My papers went everywhere so I was kinda pissed.

"Why don't you watch where your go-" I began to say before realizing who I bumped into.

I didn't recognized him. But he had a messy floof of green hair on his head and beanie failing to cover his hair.

"I'm sorry! It was my fault I should have seen where I was going." The mysterious boy's strong Irish accent filled ears, I was certain I got lost in them.

Pull yourself together Mark.

The boy helped me up and helped me recollect the item I had dropped.

"Here you go!" He said handing me my messy notes and writting.

Like that the boy continued on his merry way down the hallway.

I recollected my thoughts and continued walking.

I see cute strangers all the time, but this is the first time I've actually interacted with one of them.

I leave my sexuality open as free to explore. I am for sure not straight. I've had a relationship in the past with a guy. But that's a story for another day. A long painfully story.