Bully || Septiplier

Chapter Eight

JACK was almost falling asleep when he received the text. At first he figured it was from Felix, - (the Swedish bastard) -, and he was ready to angrily text that he was about to fall asleep, but when he unlocked his phone with a grumble what he got wasn't at all what he expected.

In a result, his cross expression shifted to a numb look on his face that could easily be deciphered as fear; but it was much more than that.

12:01 AM – Nov. 4th
(705)-265-4635
You left some of your stuff at my place.

(Quick authors note: the number above is entirely random, please don't try calling it or anything because it may actually belong to somebody lmao)

A pit grew in Jack's stomach. Of course, there was only one person it could be, but maybe it was the feeling of bile on his tongue that made him ask.

12:02 AM – Nov. 4th
Jack McLoughlin
Who is this?

12:02 AM – Nov. 4th
(705)-265-4635
It's Mark, who else

12:02 AM – Nov. 4th
Jack McLoughlin
Oh, okay

12:03 AM – Nov. 4th
Jack McLoughlin
You can give me my things in class tomorrow

New contact added: Mark Fischbach

12:03 AM – Nov. 4th
Mark Fischbach
We don't have class together tomorrow, just find me at my locker in the morning before the bell.

12:04 AM – Nov. 4th
Jack McLoughlin
Okay

12:04 AM – Nov. 4th
Jack McLoughlin
Goodnight

When there was no answer after that, Jack simply bit his lip and tossed his phone away, somewhere on the bed. The way they talked was as if nothing had happened, as if Mark didn't kick him out of his house after practically making out with him, was concerning. But fuck him, not making sense.

With a grumble, Jack covered himself in his blankets and shifted so he was laying on his side, staring out into the blinding darkness of his room.

He didn't sleep that night.

**

He was walking down the sidewalk, walking to school. The bright sun was mocking, teasing, destroying whatever good mood Jack might have been in prior to stepping foot outside. 'Look at me,' it cooed, 'Look at the happiness you'll never be.'

Okay, that sounded emo, but Jack wasn't in the best of moods counting he still had to approach Mark, and depending on if Felix was still shaken up from the night before he'd probably have to do this task alone. He wasn't sure how he was going to face Mark - would it be awkward? (of course it would be, they made out, and Jack was an idiot). Would he just beat up Jack anyways? (Duh).

Stress and unease combined were making Jack take his time, gnawing on his lip on his way to school. He didn't really know he was about to be late until he heard Felix's voice, and of course this sent alarms rushing through his mind because Felix always showed up late. "Jack?"

There was a hand on his shoulder for a brief moment and Felix was walking beside him. "Hurry up, man, we're late!" Yeah, he knew that. Jack gave him a look that made Felix shut up. And they trudged on to school. "So what's your problem, anyways? You're usually never late."