Bully || Septiplier

Chapter Twenty-Eight

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sorry it's been a while, i've been uninspired lately in terms of writing this at least. but if this chapter ends up published, then we can successfully say i'm relatively back on track and lets hope i don't take another three month break

|-/ enjoy the chapter, frens

JACK stared out his window, admiring the nice shade of soft blue the sky gently held. The weather had gotten colder now, drastically so, and it was safe to say that summer, spring and fall (any relatively warm weather, on that note) was over. He shivered, the cool breeze hitting his bare chest, deciding it would be a good idea to close the gap in his window that was rudely allowing chilly air to intrude his room. It shut with a loud thud.

He'd just finished reading Felix's letter, and, to say the least, it left him confused. It had been sitting there on his dresser for a long time time now, and this morning when he woke up for school he couldn't help but read it.

The brown haired boy stood from his seat at the window, walking over to his dresser and sliding on a casual black long sleeve shirt. He removed his pyjama pants and replaced them with a pair of jeans, and gave himself a last look in the mirror, running his fingers through his messy hair. Was it just him, or did a few strands look a little more.. grey? Jack frowned and sighed distastefully as he walked away from the dresser and mirror. Stupid genes. He'd have to dye his hair brown or something like that, because there was no way in hell he was allowing grey hair to intrude his head.

He walked out of his room, swinging the door shut behind him, and made way to the bathroom. Jack wasted no time in brushing his teeth and heading downstairs; he checked his watch and, oh dear god, he was going to be late for school. The brunette stole a granola bar from a cabinet, and while it was being opened and shoved lazily into his mouth, he fumbled with his shoes and slid on his heavier jacket. Then, finally, he was out the front door with a loud 'love you' sent off toward the living room, (where his mother usually was in the mornings).

As he broke way into his usual walk down the street to his high school, he took notice of a light layer of snow dusting the streets. Snowing in Ohio? Sure, the air got colder, but it was rare of it to snow. The only other time Jack had actually seen it snow here was that time at the park, and it had been a few months since then.

The park.. Jack allowed his thoughts to stray back to that certain raven and red haired fellow he couldn't help but adore. He sighed quietly to himself, ocean eyes flickering awkwardly around the streets of the neighbourhood.

Mark Fischbach and him hadn't talked for two full months. They hadn't even texted to talk about what had happened that day in Mark's room. Jack hadn't even seen him at school - sure, Mark wasn't suspended anymore, but he didn't show up to school regardless. It was almost as if he didn't exist, and, disturbingly, it was almost as if nobody except for Jack seemed to care.

Jack wasn't even supposed to care. He wasn't quite sure, as nothing in whatever relationship he and Mark had he was sure about, but the last time they'd talked, Mark said they hadn't been in a relationship in the first place. So they weren't dating. And, technically, that conversation they had was a relative breakup in some ways.

In other ways, their breakup was just as unofficial as their relationship had been, and Jack was confused as to what they were. Surely not dating, and surely not just friends at this point. So what the hell were they? Best friends? Maybe they used to be, but not anymore.

The Irish boy slid his hands into his jacket pockets, shivering. The school was just ahead, and when Jack walked up the front steps he was more than happy to enter the heated building, in fact going ahead and doing just that. The second he felt the warm, comforting air, he let out a deep breath he wasn't aware of holding in. He just had to not think of Mark, pay attention in his classes and not seem too out of it with his friends - maybe, just maybe, today would be an okay day.