Markson - The Unexpected Journey

Chapter 2

Jackson's point of view.

"I swear I saw him the other day hear the basketball court." I thought to myself. He edged his way towards me, I could see a drop of sweat running down his face, he looked nervous. Well, I would have thought so, he did come from a different country. I couldn't help myself, I checked him out. "He has nice clothes on and they do not look cheap either! He looks thinner than me and I do a lot of sport so that's saying something. His hair is really rather nice. And to be honest, his glasses, I bet he is a nerd but he rocks them pretty well." I thought to myself.

As he walked past me, I picked up his scent. That was one hell of a manly smell right there! He sat behind me and messed up his hair a little. Some of the girls in the class stared at him, probably because he's a pretty good looking guy. I turned around towards him with a smile, "Hi, I'm Jackson." He let out a little "Hello" before Miss Sally told me to turn around to not bug him. Sometimes... I really hate that woman.

Form ended shortly after he came in. Me and Mark both had a free hour luckily, I thought of getting to know him a little. "Do you want me to show you round the school?" I asked in a friendly voice. "It's okay." he replied trying to be respectful soon picking up his things and walking out the room. My friend Pippa said "Did he just turn you down? Like, for real?" "Yeah! What the hell." I sulked for the time being and decided to hang out with Pippa for the hour. I haven't seen Mark since.

The bell went, I looked at Pippa, "I have math class." I ran down the corridor to the math room and I saw Mark. What is happening to me? Why do I to be in all of his classes too? I sat at my desk, thankfully my desk is away from Mark's. I'm still holding a grudge on him for rejecting me earlier, I hate being rejected. As math class pressed forwards, we were told that we would be put into pairs to see how well we will work together. Coincidently, I got put with Mark. Seriously, of all people, it had to be him. That little...

A paper booklet was slammed on the desk, we were given our assignments and told we had 2 weeks to finish it. "2 weeks?" I asked. "Yes, 2 weeks. I'm testing you on how well you work as a team and now good your piece of work is so get a move on and work day and night if you have to!" the math teacher complained. I put my head on the desk knowing that this was not going to end well. I'm at the top of the class and I think the work is hard enough as it is and on top, I have Mark as my partner.

 "Oh, this is just going to end just right." I mumbled to myself. I looked up to see Mark look at it like it as nothing. "What do you think?" I asked. He looked at me as if this was easy for him. "It's not bad, I guess." I nearly shouted at him but held myself back.

It's been a week since Mark joined the school and every time I see him, he is always alone, I kind of feel bad for him. I have seen people go up to him and ask to be friends but he always turns them down. I don't understand why. I tried several times to talk to him and this math assignment is not doing anything useful. He always emails me the work he has done to add it to the assignment.

At the end of the first week, I started to leave the school but for some reason, the gym door was slightly open. Mark is practicing gymnastics and he is really, really good at it too. I stood at the door and watched him pull off some amazing stunts. I stood there for a good 5 minutes before he noticed me. He suddenly stopped and faced me while he is out of breath, "W-what are you doing here?" Mark questioned me in a slight panic as he's dripping with sweat. "Oh, I noticed the gym door was open so I thought I'd take a look." I replied trying to sound friendly.

He stood for a second before going to his bag to pick it up. I had to say something, I couldn't let him leave like this. "You are really good by the way, you have some serious skill." He smirked, "thank you." Mark gripped onto his strap on his bag but suddenly paused. He reached into his back pocket where his phone is and answered it in a different language. I mumbled to myself "What language is that?" Mark kept talking and laughing on the phone, I still had no idea what he was saying.

I waited until he got off the phone, I asked him, "What language is that?" He jumped slightly as he thought I was gone, "Why?" he asked. I replied "I was just wondering." He looked at me shyly and didn't answer as he put his bag on his shoulder, walked passed me and left. "What is up with that kid?" I asked myself.  "Why is he so defensive?"

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