Jack's POV
Ms. Skyland, the nurse, came back with bandages and ice packs. She wraps the bandages and I flinch from a sharp pain of my ankle. I glance down at my ankle noticing the bruise that I probably got from this morning. Sighing I lay back down as she continues wrapping the bandages. God, I thought, I fuckin HATE life! I would ramble on how shitty my life is, but who would ever care about a nerd like me? Nobody. Nobody would care. Don't worry though. I don't blame you. If I were you, I wouldn't care either.
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Ms. Skyland walks me over to that door in case a fall or something. I politely thank her for her service and walk to my next class. Limping to class, I hear somebody approaching me. I spin around, curious as so who is advancing my way. Turns out it was Ethan. Sighing, I paint a fake smile of my face and comely greet him. "Hey man," he says advancing towards me, "How's it going." I playfully roll my eyes, saying, "Well, it's obviously shitty knowing I was beat up literally 20 minutes ago." He laughs, "Actually that was 21 minutes ago exactly.....now" I playfully roll my eyes again, Listen dipshit, I'm not in the mood for Mr. Einstein right now." He laughs again.
"To be completely honest, Mark isn't half as bad," he states. My expressions darken, "Ugh, not you too." He rolls his eyes, "If you only knew." I give him a perplexed look, "Pardon me?" He sighs, "For once in his life, he actually helped you." I furrow my eyebrows, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but if I'm not mistaken, I can meticulously recall that all he's ever done to me is A, beat me up to the point where I almost lose consciousness, and B, bully me for no particular reasoning in general, when I haven't even done a single thing to him."
I roll my eyes, scoffing, "Why are you here anyway?" He looks at me, confused, then his expressions change once he comprehended on what I had ask, "Oh, Ms. Honey got a call from the nurse saying you were on your way to class. She sent me to assist you and your 'problem'." "I appreciate her concern, truly, and your assistance, but I think I can manage on my own." He shrugs, "Your lost." I roll my eyes and limp my way to the classroom, not even bothering to stop by my locker for my binders and such.
I was excused from classwork due to the evidence of my injuries. Sadly, I still had to help people with their inconvenience. At least Mark wasn't in this class. He'd be teasing me about my Irish accent just for the fun of it. I shake my head, pushing the thought aside, Right now is not the time for thinking about that dickbag.
As I continued assisting my classmates, I'm called to the front by Ms.Honey. Standing up, I make the seat fly back, and make way to the front desk. "You summoned me?" I asked walking up to the desk. "Yes, I did," Ms. Honey replied, "Coach Hedge would like to see you." I nod in understatement, knowing it might be something about the whole 'tutoring' situation.
Exiting the door, I shut it and sigh. Let's hope I don't die, I though referring to Mark. Making my way to Coach Hedge's office, I walk by a classroom spotting Mark. I furrow my eyebrows as I feel heat rising in my face, but not out of anger or rage, was I..........blushing?!?!?!?! No, I mentally tell myself, you hate him. All he's every done for you is bully and mentally kill you. You can't be blushing, you hate his guts.
I manage to pry my eyes away from him, but something was holding me back in the process. Ugh, why is it so difficult to tear my eyes of Mark, I hate his guts. I pick my pace up and and travel the rest of the way to Coach Hedge's office.
After a few minutes, I arrived at his office, but at the same time, the bell rang. Meaning all hell is about the let loose. I swiftly enter the room and gently shut the door. It wasn't to long before Mark came in after the high school zoo cleared out.
He shoots me a glare as he shuts the door behind him. I can just feel his eyes burning through my skin. Shrinking in my chair, I look to the coach nervously. All I get in response is a short, sweet, and simple smile. I mentally sigh as Coach Hedge leans over his desk, sitting at the edge of his chair.
Tension filled the atmosphere within the few moments of silence. I sigh, deciding to be the first to speak, "You requested us." Mark shoots me another bullet with his eyes. "Yes," Coach finally said, "Mark, would you like to explain." He nods, "Actually, I requested you. I requested you to tell you I am willing to give tutoring a chance."
Silence fills the air again, as I stare at Mark with wide eyes filled with shock. My expressions softens a little then ask Mark, "Can I speak to Coach for a minute?" He nods then exits the door to wait in the hall.
Shifting my attention to Coach Hedge with complete astonishment, "When did he tell you this?" He looks at me, "Right before break, why?" "No reason in particular, I was just curious," I reply, "Also, I wanted to ask for another schedule, my mother accidentally threw the previous one in the trash." Coach nods, handing me another schedule, "Why did you want to speak in private?" I shift in my seat not knowing the answer to his question. Oh God, why did I want to talk with him in private?
"No reason," I turn to the door and yell, "you can come in now Mark!" He renters the room his face has a tint of a shade of pink. I shrug the thought of him blushing off, Maybe he was laughing to hard and couldn't breathe. But he eyes don't seem to be watery. Maybe he is blushing, but at what, let alone whom?
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HEY!!! I should post more often XD Sadly my lazy ass doesn't want to be productive XXXDDD I hope you're enjoying my story, cause it's my first one ever! All the other stories I tried writing either:
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B: I stop writing them for some reason that I don't know of
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