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Paralyzed

Mark's POV

"Can I speak to Coach for a minute," Jack asked me. I nod, swiftly standing up and exit the door. As soon as I close the door, I sigh. Leaning my back against the wall, I slowly slide down and land on my ass. Owww... I thought, next time should be more careful, especially since my phone is in my back pocket. Shit, my phone! I scramble to reach for my phone to check the screen. I exhale in relief, Thank GOD my phone is alright.

I hear a bunch of muffled words, but I chose to ignore it and daydream. Daydream about what? The answer to that my friends is, don't know, don't care. Well I regret saying that know cause I ended up daydreaming about Jack. Why, the fuck, am I day dreaming about Jack?!?!?! Out of all the people, Jack. Well, this is gonna turn out great. It's better than being in reality, right? Right? Ugh, whatever, never mind.

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"Hey," I hear an Irish accent approach from behind me. He intertwines out hands and I give him a shocked look. "You okay, you look like you just saw a ghost," he chuckles. "Only the most beautiful ghost there is," I reply. What the hell was I saying?! Remember Mark, it's just a daydream. He chuckles again and kisses my cheek.

Suddenly, I grab his wrist and drag him to the back of the school. I glance back to see Jack with wide eyes. I chuckle and place my attention back forward. I dodge people on the way to the back of the school. People gave me weird looks but I couldn't even give TWO shits about them.

Stopping in my tracks, at the back of the school, I spin around to face him. We stand there for a few moments and stare into each other's eyes. His eyes were perfect. They were the perfect definition of a beautiful cloudless sky day. His green hair complements his oceanic eyes making them shine bright. The were....flawless. I couldn't hold back much longer as I felt the urge to get a taste of his lips. Biting my lips, I longed for his touch. I couldn't wait anymore. I couldn't take the anticipation much longer.

Smashing my lips into his, my body tenses up, then relaxes once again. God, his lips are so soft. They so...beautiful. I felt butterflies fly in my stomach. Fireworks igniting. Sparks exploding. Whatever you call it....I felt it. The kiss was so passionate and affectionate. It was a slow, loving kiss....well....the first kiss was at least.

We wanted this moment to last forever, but sadly, everything has to come to an end. We kissed until my lungs felt like they were going to explode, so I pulled back. We took a few seconds to catch our breaths, then immediately connected our lips again. This time, the kiss was more rough and longing. We, well at least I was, were hungry for more. I wanted more of his taste. More of his touch. More of him...

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I was, gladly, interrupted by Jack calling for me to come back in. Looking at my surroundings, unaware of what's happening. I place my fingers on my lips to minimize the tingling feeling from the kiss. It felt so......real.... I feel my face begin to heat up and my face because a faint pink. I stand up, rubbing my face, not knowing what's real and what's not.

Walking in the door, my face still a faint pink, I look at the ground, avoiding eye contact with anybody. Jack looks at me suspiciously, Shit!!! He's on to me!!! Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, hide your face!!! I close the door then look behind me 'making sure' I closed it correctly. Fortunately, Jack face his attention towards Coach Hedge so I was able to sit down 'safely'. 

Coach focused his attention towards me then started studying me for some reason. I tried avert eye contact with Coach, but failed in the processes. I was frozen in time. I couldn't move. I couldn't blink. I couldn't do anything but just...stare. It was like I was paralyzed. Time froze. The whole world stopped moving. Everything except of what was in front of me.  Every time somebody spoke, it was just a muffed sound. 

Mark......Mark......Mark......A muffled voice called. I was still frozen still. MARK!!! Suddenly, I was back in reality. Snapping my head to the side, then taking a couple blinks to adjust to reality. "Yeah," I say, my voice a little hoarse. "Mark, you okay there? You look like you saw a ghost there," I hear an Irish voice beside me ask. My eyes widen as he triggered a memory. "I....I heard you say that b-before..." I stuttered, without even thinking. "Uhhhh....Mark, what are you talking about," Jack asked. "I thought.....look like I saw....n-no....."My voice turned into a whisper at that point. I was at a lost of words. At this point, I couldn't form and words except, "I'm sorry..." 

"Mark, speak to me," Jack said placing a hand on my forearm. I flinched. I couldn't speak. I couldn't think correctly. His touch is just so......reassuring. Finally, I was able to make eye contact with Jack, but still wasn't able to form words.  "I'm sorry," I repeated, still whispering, I pry my eyes away and stare back at the floor. I repeated myself a few more times and Jack put his other hand on the same forearm. 

"It's okay," Jack said, "I understand." No...no you don't....you don't understand anything at all.... I gently nod still stuck in my own paradox, staring at the floor.  "When do we start," I say, trying to take my mind off of.....that. "Actually, we start today," Jack said encouragingly. I nod again, giving him a slightly painful smile. I can tell he knew that smile was painted, but he didn't push it. 

How? How can he tell that smile was painted? How could he just see write through me? Can I actually relate to him? Right now is probably not the best time to tell you people this, but the first time you read a chapter about me being at home, me throwing my backpack, and my mother picking it up? Yeah....that was a time when I got lucky....extremely lucky.

Sometimes, my mother gets drunk off her ass, then starts to damage my self esteem...along with face. If I was lucky, she would only slap me, yell at me for how much of a failure I am, then pass out. Then afterwards, I would clean up all the bottles and everything else. If I was really lucky, she would only yell at me for a couple of minutes. Finally, if I was extremely lucky, she wouldn't be drunk at all. She wouldn't say anything and actually help a little. 

"G-Great," My voice sounding weak, "w-we can s-study at my h-house" 

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Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. Excuses, Excuses... BUT I'M FUCKING SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY!!! I haven't been able to update because of guest coming over, volunteering over the summer, and summer camps. JFC I'M SO SORRY!!!! Don't kill me please...

Anyway, I'm just gonna go before you kill me, thank you guys so much for reading, and as always, I will see all you dudes, in the next chapter!

BUH-BYE!!!!!!!