The Stranger In The Hallway (Septiplier)

[Chapter 3]

-Enter Jackaboy-

- Mark's pov-

The screeching beeps of my alarm sent bad chill down my spine. This goes without saying, I am not a morning person. I honestly don't think anyone is. If they say they are, that person is most likely lying to you. There is always five seconds of wanting your life to end when you get up. But either way I force myself to get up. I have an early trig class I signed up for that I would be taking today.

I wanted to make a good impression on the professor. I didn't need one more person hating my guts.

I threw on a red pullover hoodie seeing as I had no one to impress. I sadly didn't have Felix to talk to there. So I'll just immerse myself in the lesson and glances at my phone every now and then.

I put on a random pair of grey skinny jeans and slung my backpack over my shoulder. I headed out the door and put my earphones I'm getting lost in my music as I hurried along the hallway to my class.

Walking through those door I realize I was a tad bit earier. I decided to make my was to the last row of seats in the corner. I loved sitting in the back. I was out of the way, and I didn't draw too much attention to myself. Perfect for a guy like me. Of course I still do my work. Cause I'm a responsible nerd. Well that's how Felix would put it. Speaking of which I was missing his constant comic relief in my sad depressing life.

You know how I told you about how lucky I am? Or specifically how unlucky I am. Well let's get back to that. There are three possible scenarios that could happen in this very instant.

1. There could be a school shotting inside this class room.

2. The professor could walk in and instantly dislike me.

Or

3. I could wake up from a coma I have been in for years.

Just my luck, all three come neatly wrapped up an a cute little adorable green bow. It happens to walk right through the door.

Yes. The stranger in the hallway himself. I never did get his name. Just the fact that he is Irish and extremely cute. He wore a black beanie and a blue vest covered in various pin. Ripped grey skinny jeans, and I pair of intense blue eyes that I swear to god you could get lost in them in a matter of mere seconds.

Its just so happened that whatever God there was wasn't on my side.

As the handsome stranger flashed me a smile and made his way over to me.

"Hello!" He said in a cheery tone, I almost forgot he was Irish. "Do you mind if I sit here?

"Oh no, not at all!" I said flustered as Fuck attempting to smile back at him.

Id honselty take that school shotting now.......

I was a mess. A sweaty, panicking mess. I glanced over to him to see him on his phone. I couldnt help but start at his phone noticing he was texting someone. The excesive use of green heart emojis and skull emojis revealed what type of person my stranger was.

Pause.

My stranger?

Sure, why not.

He is my stranger.

A tiny little bundle of blue vest wearing adorableness that sat merely 3 feet away from me.

I'm glad mind readers dont exist. If they did in pretty sure I would have been arrested a long time ago.

He isnt looking at me, his phone is clearly much more interesting. Clearly.

I felt my self start to go red before taking out my phone and distracting my self into my Facebook feed. After a couple seconds I heard him snicker. I couldn't help but look up to find him smilling at his phone.