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Decitions

Mark's POV

Once Jack and my coach left the office, I gathered my stuff and stormed out the room. That's one way to ruin your day. Coach telling you, you need tutoring and horrible grades. Like, what the fuck, everything was doing
A-okay until that motherfucker told me I needed tutoring. God, I'm such an fucking idiot and failure. Why do I act like this. It's not me. Then why do I do it? Because I'm and idiot and failure.

I hop in my car and put the keys in the ignition and power the car. The whole car ride back to my house was full of music blasting in your face. All I thought about was wether I should take up tutoring by Jack, or get benched and start trying in school. I sighed heavily and pulled into my drive way. Getting out of the car, I check my phone for any notifications or anything else trying to get tutoring out of my mind.

Failing miserably, I sigh deeply, locked my car after I got out, and head to the porch. I stopped in front of my door, inhaling and exhaling, breathing in the sweet spring scent of strawberries.

Smiling, I unlock the door, immediately drop my things and head upstairs. I glance back to see my mother picking it up and I suddenly felt bad. Rushing down the stairs, I missed the last step and ended up face planting onto the smoked chestnut hardwood floor. I jumped up immediately saying, "I'm okay!" Then dashed to my backpack to assist my mother picking it up. I might be a jock but come on, I'm not that mean. I have feelings you know, unlike my jock 'buddies'.

"I'm sorry," I said to my mother. Before I can finish my sentence she responds with a confused look on her face, "for what?" I sigh, "for leaving my backpack on the ground for somebody else to pick it up." She holds out my 10 pound backpack and gives my a reassuring look. I nod in response as to say 'thank you', then dash upstairs again with my heavy ass backpack hung around my shoulder.

I take a deep breath in inhaling the scent of lavender my mother cleaned the house in then opened the door. Immediately I was smacked in the face with the smell of my favorite cologne. I don't know why, or how, but the scent of the cologne refreshes my thoughts and clears my brain from stress.

I toss my backpack into my neatly made bed, now wrinkled, and make my way to my computer. Pressing the power button I'm stopped by the fan inside of the computer running. Before it's to late, I turn on my monitors and wait. It usually takes 2-3 minutes for it to start functioning properly and everything. Once it turns on, I quickly start going through my social media. Sadly, I had no distractions so far but I haven't checked Skype yet to see who's online.

(TBH idek how skype works because it hates my fuckin guts and won't work for me XD Please don't kill me X'D)

Fortunately, 2 people are online. One is one of my closets friends, Tyler, and some random person who friended me. I read the username out loud so I have an idea of how to say they're name just incase I might end up skyping them. "Jacksepticeye," I pronounce slowly, "I like that. Jacksepticeye." I decided to text him, to compliment the username. (Me: DID YOU JUST ASSUME THEY GENDER!!!XXXXDDDD)

Markiplier: Nice username 👍

Jacksepticeye: Umm...thanks😅

Markiplier: lmao, I'm guessing you're one of those people that don't know how to take compliments

Jacksepticeye: Yeah, it appears so XD

Markiplier: lmao, wyd?

Jacksepticeye: Ummm... clarification?

Markiplier: oops, sry, it basically means what's up

Jacksepticeye: Oh, nothing much, hau

Markiplier: Wait, how do you know what 'hau' means but not 'wyd', and also txting you

Jacksepticeye: I figured since 'wyd' means 'what you doing', I looked that up on the internet, then I thought it might be the same way for, 'hau'

Markiplier: I fell asleep half way through the first word

Jacksepticeye: lol

Markiplier: ok, first off, you need get on the internet more because 'lol' is overused and, second of all, idek

Jacksepticeye: Jesus, ok, holy fuck

Markiplier: lmao

Jacksepticeye: How did this get from 'nice username' to 'get on my level bro'

Markiplier: tbh, idek

Markiplier: also, 'bro' is no replacesd with the word 'boi'

Jacksepticeye: Holy shit, no I really need to get updated

Markiplier: yeah, no kidding

Jacksepticeye: Hey, sorry to cut this short, but I need to go before my dad fookin kills my ass

Markiplier: Aww..I was enjoying our little conversation

Jacksepticeye: I was too, but i don't want more cuts and bruises than I already have.

Markiplier: Wait...cuts and bruises???

Jacksepticeye: Bye Markiplier

Markiplier: WAIT!!! HOW DID YOU GET THISE CUTS AND BRUISES?!?!?!

Before I knew it, he was offline. I sighed and stated having images from in the hallways. Images of Jack's back how badly cut and bruised it was. Including his arms and legs. His back was full of deep, bloody cuts and purplish-bluish colored bruises. His throat red and swollen from where I grabbed and nearly strangled him.

I hang my head in shame and raised my hands to my face. Sobbing in my chair, my papers get wet from all my salty tears. Finally, I decided to get up on throw myself onto my bed. I put my computer to sleep and jump onto my bed. I start contemplating in my head whether of not I should do tutoring and keep my career or take my 'get benched' card and start actually trying in school.

Grunting, I slowly drift off to sleep still contemplating, deciding to skip dinner.

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I'm greeted by my annoy alarm clock bursting my eardrums. It's probably not the best idea to keep your alarm clock next to your ears. (Me: that's also the best place to put your cactus, next to the alarm clock XD)

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HEY!!! Sorry I haven't updated in so long, my lazy ass got distracted by YouTube and couldn't pry my attention from it XD Well I don't have anything to say but if you guess got suggestions the pop them down below!

And as always, I will see all you dudes, in the next chapter!!!!
BUH-BYE!!!! 👋