The Swings [SEPTIPLIER Fanfiction]

Fight

Monday Night 8:40pm
jack's pov

The sounds of my wheels against the concrete floor, splashing the little puddles left behind from the rain which gave complements to the sun setting sky, which was already covered by the dark clouds of black. Breathing each air in and out after stopping at every turn to falsely try being safe, drinking the butter scotch latte from Starbucks, the only drink I could apparently get because pumpkin spice and chestnut grande latte's are sold out.

I hit the breaks once I reach the entrance of the park, somewhere I found homely for an unknown reason. I let my headphones drop to my pockets and the chains wrap around my bike onto the pole. I only hope he is going to be here. Mark, a person I knew just last night, a person I never thought would've suddenly have the courage to walk up to me, a green haired troll like me, a failure to this generation, to the future.

Everything around me was almost similar to the night before, raining snow, cold wind that goes through the trees and knocks the leaves off, falling either on my bike seat or on my head at moments when i'm around them, and teens with their significant other walking down paths.

If I ever date anyone that wants to go out to the park, I would leave them. Talk about a boring walk that'll waste all my energy out.

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I lay my bum on the slide and feel the warmth of the seat. Strange since I never saw anyone on this particular seat other than Mark last night. I bent down to tie my shoes until I rest for a while till I continue my way to the destination I came to the park for.

On the ground I found a note that read a number that looked like a phone number from the area because of the area code.

I procrastinated on whether I should leave it or not, but I decided on taking it and calling the number later, to tell them that they left a note on the ground and remind them to be more responsible. Better than being a douche and keeping it on the ground for creepy weirdos to find it, as if me, a fanboy that follows different adults online in different sorts of social medias doesn't associate as the same term as those "creepy weirdos", aka pedophiles, or maybe rapists but isn't my decision on what the future will hold.

I shrug my shoulders and groan softly as I get out of my seat, walking down the path to the location Crystal told me to meet her.

Every time I see her, it feels like i'm looking at the grudge, like I walked into a horror movie or was locked in a room with my mom and dad, if the two of them could manage to get into a room without breaking anything on each other or argue.

A turn away and I can already hear her music playing combined with her laugh. A laugh that already seems fake because of how long she has been holding it.

I made the turn and walked towards the entrance of the lawn of the park.

She was accompanied with another woman and a guy who seemed like he was twenty. A person that almost has the same masculinity as Mark.

"There he is!" Crystal walks up to me and grabs my hand, dragging me to the other two.
"This is him?" The girl with a smirk and a hand on her hips insults. "I expected someone more.." The guy gestures and flexes. "Masculine" The now annoying lady finished.

"Oh shut up! You two don't even have a relationship. Last time I remember, you were all obsessed in brunette's" Crystal counters, something new.

"Yeah, the one's that don't look like they gave birth to a baby through their lips. In other words, someone that doesn't look like their mouth is a puss-" The cunt gets interrupted

"Shutup! let's just fucking go! Jesus, you talk crap all the damn time! Why don't you just fight me without grabbing my hair or getting a guy to back you up!" Crystal kinda defends me, something that was a little too old for me.

At this time, I thought I was gonna have to fight the guy but instead, i'd side with the guy and that girl if I have to be honest and had to choose a side.

After that statement, shouted by Crystal, everything seemed quieter than when I first saw them when I turned he corner.

I back away and tugged my hand away from Crystals grip, making sure she doesn't get alerted by this action. The woman smirks then scoffs. "Fine, since you want to fight me so badly."

The girl attacks Crystal, leaving a satisfying but alerting image in my head. I gain Crystals eye contact and I can tell that she wants me to help her since she is almost pinned to the ground at this point, but I abandon her instead, giving her a taste of her own medicine.

I kept walking, turning into a jog soon. I was stopped half way by a body that was bigger than mine, a wall built human.

"Where do you think you're running off to?"

I'm petrified.

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[an] Hey! I am back from a long but refreshing break. Luckily my reading class is finally on the topic of how you can make dialogue and setting which is something I definitely need for my story.

Sadly tho, I have to post a chapter every month of week, it just depends.

I hope you enjoyed, I am really great full for everyone that takes time off their day to read every chapter! It really means a lot to me and really gets me motivated to make more, but what really does the trick at positive feedback which is rare for a goof like me :3

Anyhow, I wish you the best buh-bye!

(ps.) sorry for making this whole chapter about jack, but mark comes in next chapter so don't you worry.