It All Started With A Text

Chapter 1-Just A Normal Day

*Jack's P.O.V*

I walk into school or hell as I call, you know why, because of him. Mark Fischbach, the caption of the football team and the most popular guys in LA High School. Yeah he may seem all nice on YouTube but in reality he's a fookin son of a bitch. Like a few people I thought he be nice to have as a friend but no before I even talk he had push me into my locker and said, "Looks like we got new meat. Stay out of trouble with me and you'll be fine. Don't and you get it." With that he walk away. It doesn't stop there I get push into my locker everyday, called names by him and the other popular people, and have been prank on more times then I can remember. So let's just say I'm glad this is our last year of high school, after graduation I'll finally be free of this hell on Earth.

Today like all the other three years since I came here was the same like any other day. I walk into school, dress only in green shirt, black hoodie, black jeans, and green vans. Just a causal look, the only thing that stood out about me was that I had gauges (10 mm) and I dyed my hair green, but I hid it today with a grey cap (which we haven't seen him wear in a while or well I haven't seen him wear this year.). I walk to my locker getting out my English book for well English of course, drum sticks for later in study hall since I go to the music room and no one is there but me, sketch book for art class, my book for trigonometry, and shoes for PE. The stuff I don't need stay in my locker and stuff I do need goes in my bag. I look in a mirror my friend Felix put in my locker and straighten my glasses so they weren't crooked. I closed my locker and before I could walk away I got slammed into it by the one and only, Fischbach.

"Ow," was all I said as I glared at him, rubbing my shoulder. Just then Felix ran up to me and said, "Well Jack look like you greeted the lockers again."

"Yup still have the fookin metal smell ya Swedish meatball."

"Hey loser why don't you go be gay somewhere else," yelled Mark.

Felix look at Mark and said, "Aren't ya talkin about ya self and Yami you asshole."

Mark walk up and push Felix into the locker saying, "Good spite but you're using it on the wrong person." With that he walk away.

"Arsehole," I said as he walk away.

"Come on Jack he's not that bad I mean from what Bob and Wade have told us he only acts like that because of well reasons.."

Reasons. Haha right Mark Fischbach is the most prefect guy in this school. He has no problems except his ego. He only does this because he can. "Yeah whatever Felix see ya in English," and with that I walk away to my first class of the day, art. Now art isn't all that bad except I sit right beside Mark who might I say is very good, if ya call not doing anything good. The only good thing was that he never talks or do anything to me in any of the classes I have with him he just looks at me, kinda strange but it's better then getting push into a locker five days out of seven.

I walk into class and got my sketch book and a pencil out. Since I had sometime before class I started to sketch whatever was in my mind. For some reason it was Mark. I didn't notice till I felt someone accidentally push my chair, which push me. I saw a line go through his face and I said, "Really dude watch were you're goin."

I turn to see Mark all he said was, "Sorry," man that was- "Nerd," nevermind. I flip a page so he didn't see that I had just drawn him just as he sat down. No I'm not like every girl in this school who is so madly in live with him or like all the guys, except Felix, Bob, Tyler, Matt, Ryan, Ethan, Bob, and Wade, that want to be him. So why the hell did I drawl him out of all things, it was him. It didn't help that he was in all my classes we even had the same fucking study hall. It's like I'm in some book (Jack don't you dare break the fucking fourth wall).