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3. ~ the princess is a pansy♪

jacks POV ;pessimistic;

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i am beyond frustrated.

i don't even like partner projects in general, so i was already pissed at the idea of it from the beginning. but now? having to deal with mark fischbach? i swear to god, i might blast my brains out.

marks looking at me with this stupid smile on his face. he's clearly enjoying every bit of my suffering right now. he knows damn well how screwed i am at the moment. i clear my throat, straightening myself out and facing him. the decision was made and now i have to deal with it. so i will.

"i liked my idea earlier." i say, already longing for the class to end. "i think homophobia would be a good topic, as its a large problem people especially in the LGBT group face today."

i ramble on. i've actually researched quite a lot about this anyways, it's always been an interesting topic to me. sure it was sad as hell, families and friends not accepting others for who they are. but just the history of it all is almost.. sickeningly fascinating. what they did to homosexuals way back in biblical times? holy shit.

it's honestly brutal.

as i explain this, mark nods along, never breaking eye contact. was i unbearably uncomfortable? yes. was i going to tell him that he didn't need to lean that close to hear my ranting? well, i'm supposed to say no because that's rude, but when have i not been an asshole?

so i stop speaking halfway through a sentence and roll my eyes. "do you need me to raise my voice or something?"

mark raises an eyebrow. "what? uh- no. why would you need to do that?"

"well, you're rather close, so it just seemed like you couldn't hear me." i reply, already feeling slight irritation towards the boy in front of me.

he chuckled lightly. "oh-! no. i just like looking at you."

i sigh. "we are not doing this again."

mark pouts, widening his eyes a little. "awe, why? i enjoy making you blush."

i scoff. "you never make me blush, what the hell are you going on about?"

the pout disappears from marks lips as he laughs, his eyes sweetly crinkling at their corners and his low baritone voice pouring out of his mouth. after he recovered from his fit of giggles, he grins. "you are too precious, princess."

i feel heat rise to my cheeks, and i quickly cover them and hide my face in my hands. but of course, mark knew exactly what i was pulling.

"see?! you're doing it right now!" mark started laughing again, before he reached out and gently grabbed my arms, pulling them away from my face. "no need to cover it, you're adorable."

"stop saying stuff like that." i snap, clenching my fists. "i'm not adorable or precious or anything like that! what do you think i am, some kind of pansy?"

mark shrugged. "first of all, don't say 'pansy' like its something disgusting. you literally want to do our project on homosexuality and homophobia, so don't feed me that shit. secondly, you actually are adorable and precious, so stop lying to me. thirdly.."

he suddenly leaned in, a sweet smile on his face. before my brain could register what was going on and pull away, he whispered:

"well, a pansy is, by definition, a flower. so yes. i think you're a pansy."

then he pulled away, and my heart was beating a mile a minute, and my breathing had picked up heavily.

"so- back to the project." he said casually, tossing his pen up in the air and catching it, as if the last 5 minutes hadn't even happened.

i hate him.
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"i swear, felix, if i have to work with him for one more minute i may literally kill myself." i grouch, sitting down next to him on his couch. "it's horrendous."

felix laughed lightly, flipping through channels on the tv in front of him. "awe c'mon, shouldn't you be soaking all of this up?"

i raise an eyebrow. "no.. why would i be?"

felix paused for a second, dropping the remote and turning towards me, a look of disbelief on his face. we stared at each other in silence, and as each second went by I got even more uncomfortable.

"jesus christ, what is it?" i ask, shoving him lightly.

felix blinked. "you haven't noticed?"

"what?"

"you've been living in that body for seventeen years and you haven't noticed?"

"dude- what the fuck? what is it?"

felix started laughing, scaring his little black pug in the process. i furrow my eyebrows. "seriously, what is it?"

he playfully rolled his eyes. "it's weird that you haven't noticed this about yourself, but you're like.. a major complement slut."

now it was my turn to have a look of disbelief on my face. "w-what? no i'm not!"

"dude- yes you are."

"no! what? fuck you!" i spat, shaking my head vigorously.

"jack, holy shit, how have you never noticed that about yourself?" felix was giggling now. "how oblivious are you?"

"i- i hate compliments! they make me uncomfortable, you know that."

he rolled his eyes. "okay, fine. you look really nice today, that shirt compliments your figure."

i felt heat rushing into my cheeks. "wait- really? thanks.. i like the shirt too, but do the jeans look okay with it?"

"see? right there! you know damn well your whole outfit looks nice, you just want me to compliment your jeans, too!" Felix was waving his hands around violently, as if to make his point.

"n-no! i was just-" i stop in the middle of my sentence, and sigh in defeat. "i might as well quit while i'm ahead."

"aha! so he admits it." felix grinned, eyes shining in victory. he then got up, heading towards his kitchen. "so- whenever your mad at me, do i just call you a pretty princess or what?"

i get up, following after him. "okay- get over here."

felix started uncontrollably laughing as i chase after him, throwing random objects he found around his house like car keys and dog toys at me in attempt to slow me down. "how about i call you a flower too! would that make you less mad?"

i think he was going to start making up a song off the top of his head about me being an praise whore, but he only got the first line in before i tackled him to carpet.

'the princess is a pansy, the princess is a pansy!'

i hate him, too.

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A/N:
sorry this is crappy, but i hope you liked it!!

qotd: how's school and all that jazz?

aotd: i miss vacation :,)

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