I'm (Not) Fine

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Marks POV

I saw this, interesting boy today.

He looked sad and worried. Why?

Was he in my high school? More specifically, my classes.

He looked cool. But his style is weird.

I saw a Panic! At The Disco wrist band around his wrist. But what else I saw was horrific.

Cuts.

All around his arm.

Full of little lies, pain, and disappointment. It was very sad.

Maybe I could talk to him. Or at least try. He looks very antisocial.

Who could blame him.

I'm a football player. Or a jock. I love being called that. It makes me feel good about myself.

I know that sounds bad but it's really not.

I have cheerleaders all over me, but what no one knows is that I'm very gay.

But no one knows. Only my mom.

I kept my gaze on him. He looked perfect.

No Mark, don't do it.

Jacks POV

I heard footsteps behind me. I looked behind me to see jocks.

Oh goodie.

They came up to me. "Oh boys look what we have here. Fresh meat."

I tried to go around them.

That didn't work.

"Where do you think you're going? Heh you're not leaving so soon."

"I-I-I," I tried to get something out, but that obviously didn't work.

So what do I do? Oh yeah, I run my butt off. Not smart.