Bullet |Septiplier|

Chapter One

|Jacks POV|

I walked up to probably the only place I was safe. School. I know, I know it's school. But it's the only place where I wasn't alone with my thoughts. And only whatever god knows how much I need that. I peered over the sea of heads for a certain red haired guy. Ah, there he is! I pushed through the crowed and sneaked up behind him.

"HYIA MARKY!!" I screamed, causing him to jump and fall "gracefully" down. I was in hysterics before I helped him up. The only problem was that he grabbed my left forearm. Why? FUCK THAT REALLY HURTS! I thought, since I had just cut again on my already excessively scarred arm. Crap. Did I grimace? Marks looking at me funny....

"What was that for? Are you okay?" Mark asked, laughter switching immediately turning to concern. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

"I had accidentally bumped it earlier and bruised the place you grabbed," I quickly lied. I mentally winced at having to lie to my best friend again. I had only recently moved here, but I could tell that Mark and I were going to be friends for life. I do kinda wish that it was more though, cause I mean damn, I DARE you to name someone more hot and handsome as him.

"Uh, okay," Mark said, dropping the subject, "Well, wanna walk me to my locker?" He then held out his hand sarcastically and waited for me to lead him. I laughed and just ran off, yelling for him to catch me, and that I wasn't going to lead his ass to anything. I beat him to his locker and put up a sassy pose before he grabbed me from behind and put me on his shoulder.

""C'mon now! I'm going to make sure that you don't run off this time," he said teasingly. I laughed/screamed until he finally put me down at our first period.

~le time skip to lunch~

I eat alone. Well, almost. There's also Derek, Ronaldo, and Poisly that, to put it short, they bully me. Mark doesn't know, cause they have knowledge enough to know not to mess with him, and they honestly aren't as strong as him. But they are stronger than me. And it's me that they use as their punching bag.

"Hey there little faggot!" Derek said, walking behind me. "You aren't gonna run away right now, are you? Cause right now you're gonna meet us under the bleachers, or I will find you, and it'll be ten times worse. So, we have an understanding?" I nodded, because I knew that every word was true. I got my packed lunch and went back to my locker to put it back up so that they didn't ruin what little food I had. I then gave a large sigh, and trudged to my punishment.