~2 (The Next Day)~

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~Mark's Pov~

           I wake up excited to see Jack at school.

"MARK, I'M LEAVING FOR WORK! GOOD BYE! HAVE A GREAT DAY AT SCHOOL!" My mom yells back at me.

"Bye mom," I say to myself, "love ya!" I yell to her that time. My mom is loud but, I still love her.
-------------------Time Skip------------------

I'm at school waiting for Cry to get here.

----5 minutes later----

I see Cry coming through the school door. I run over to him.

"Cry!" I saying running over to him with my arms open.

~Cry's Pov~

          I see Mark running over to me. He bumps into me while knocking me to the ground. He giggles then picks me up. I look at him with a deadly glare.

"Sorry *giggle* Cry *giggle*..." he says giggling a lot. I'm still looking at him with a deadly glare.

"Mark you're fucking stupid..." I say dusting myself off.

Mark is now giggling even more. He starts to hold his stomach. I look at him starting to giggle myself. I start giggling at the sight of a muscular, 17 year old man, acting like a 4 year old child.

We both fall to the ground for different reasons. We couldn't stop laughing.

~Jack's Pov~

         I start walking into Crystal Park High, my school, with two 'lady friends' by my side asking me weird ass questions.

Not answering them I look down at the text that random ass number texted me, still confused on why it texted me that. 

One of the girls, Stacy, grab my phone from me and dangle it in the air. I'm not that much taller then them so I just grab my phone and walk away.

The girls behind me look at me in shock by what I did.

As I'm walking I suddenly trip over something/someone. I fall to the ground. I get up aching from my shoulder hitting the tile floor. I look at what I tripped over while dusting myself off.

I randomly see Cry and Mark laughing their asses off on the floor. I pick them up while they're still laughing. "What in the actual hell happened here?!" I say worried.

They look at me then at each other then once again fall back onto the floor laughing. I tell Cry to stand up.

Mark still laughing on the floor, I grab his hand and try to pick him up with my weak arms.

Mark stops laughing. He looks at his hand I was holding and he starts to blush slightly. He stands up quickly dusting himself off. He starts giggling nervously.

"Mark, you ok?" I ask him. He looks at me then at the floor then at Cry then at me once again. "......" he doesn't say anything.

I look at his sexy muscular body wanting it on my body. I then trace my eyes over to his beautiful brown eyes. I look at him smiling inside trying to not show any emotion.

Out of notice, I blush slightly. I try to cover up my cheeks to not look suspicious.

~Mark's Pov~

           I look at Jack seeing him blushing slightly.

I look at his sexy skinney body wanting it on my body. I then trace my eyes over to his beautiful blue sky eyes. I look at him smiling on the outside but not too much.

"Jack, I-" I try to say but get cut off by the school bell for first period.

Jack looks at me disappointed. "Sorry Mark. Sorry Cry. I should be heading to first period. Goodbye!" Jack says in a sweet ass voice that makes me moan inside (but nobody could hear it). He skips off in pleasure.

He's so cute when he does that. He made me moan inside even more (still nobody could hear it).

Cry looks at me suspicious. "Awwwwwww, well won't you look at that?! 'Septiplier' I shall call it!" He says making me blush even more then I already was.

He starts making a speaker impression, "Beep, good morning everybody! Please make way for Septiplier! ... I'm sorry folks they can't come out at this time due too them fucking each other in the other room! They will be out shortly!"

I moan to what Cry said about me and Jack fucking each other. Instead of showing pleasure I show anger.

I cut him off before he could say anything else stupid. I slap him and walk away. He runs after me giggling and holding his cheek.

We both walk to our next class. We sit and listen to the teachers lesson.

                      ...Boring...

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