Serein=-={SEPTIPLIER}

Scintilla

"Mark, give me the goddamn Fritos."

"How about I don't?"

Holding a bag of Fritos high above his head, Mark prided himself in his scheming little ways. Felix offered to trade his Fritos for a pack of cigarettes, which Mark agreed on. Emptying the contents of his cigarette pack into his bag, Mark proceeded to fill it back up with condoms sporting push pinned holes. Nonetheless, the trade proceeded with the pack closed, and only now did Felix realize he was cheated.
Mark then decided it was best to rip open the bag of Fritos and dump the entire bag into his mouth, provide a shit eating grin on his face.

"Well fuck you too." Felix threw his hands in defeat, and walked back over to his desk, plopping down in mock surrender.
Mark grinned, and then too, walked back over to his desk and kicked his feet up onto the table.

"Alright, alright! Settle down class, we have stuff to do today." The teacher walked up to the giant white board and pointed towards the door.

"Today, you'll be getting a new classmate, and he will be coming in now!" She opened the door, waited, and stood there awkwardly.

"Well, um, it seems he is not he-" though that sentence was never finished, as she was plowed down by a small angry man in pastel colors, decked out in flowers.

"Hiya! My names Sean Mcloughlin, but you can call me Jack." The boy, or, "Jack" as he liked to be called, spared a look towards the teacher and frowned.

"Sorry I was late. It wasn't intentional." He then proceeded to offer a hand to the still fallen down teacher.
    Yanking her up, she proceeded to huff, and dust herself off. "Well then Mr.Mcloughlin, I do hope the rest of the year isn't like this. You may pick any seat, just be wise on whom you sit next to."

"Yes ma'am." Slouching slightly and creasing his eyebrows together, he sized up everyone in the classroom, ranking who was best for him to sit near. In the end, he sat near the back left corner; fixing his flower crown as he sat.

    Mark was paying no attention as the teacher droned on about parabolas or some shit, when he felt a wad of paper hit his back. Turning in his seat, Felix was pointing to a folded up sheet of paper on the ground near his feet. Reaching down and picking it up, Mark opened it to see messy scrawled handwriting, 'obviously Felixs.'
   "The new kid is a fucking teachers pet, I can smell it in his gay boy perfume." Mark chuckled as he read the letter, earning a couple glances from his peers. All he did was flip them off and write a letter back to Felix.

    "10 bucks I bet he's going to be fucking a teacher in the next 6 months." He crumpled up the paper and slyly tossed it backwards onto Felixs desk.

    "Flower boy and butch science teacher? That would make a weird ass porno." Mark actually snorted at this, and the teacher glared at them, which had Mark promptly flipping her off.

Yeah, not a good idea to flip your teacher off.

Mark was now in choices (its like during school detention) not reconsidering his life choices, which he was supposed to be doing. It was around lunch time when he got out, and decidedly walked out of the schools fire exit, around to the back of the school, to smoke a cigarette. He inhaled the cancer and let it out slowly, breathing it out into the air, making a puff cloud. Running his hands through his short black hair, he rubbed the bridge of his nose where his not-so-badass glasses rested.
    Out of fucking nowhere, a kid beelined it back behind the school, scaring the actual living shit out of Mark, making him drop his cig.
    Sure enough, this panting, mess of a boy that almost gave Mark a heart attack was the same boy who wears pastel and flower crowns. He eventually looks up, and grimaces.

"What the hell man! You made me drop my cigarette!" Mark angrily stated, flipping open his pack to grab another. He remembered his name, Sean.. Jack, stood up sweating, though no longer panting, and leaned against the brick wall, facing the woods behind the school.
    Jack, peering a glance over at Mark, he saw he was now smoking another cigarette, lighter still in hand. Jack, in a shaky Irish accented voice hesitated.

"Hey, uh, can-, can, I uh, have one?"

The fuck.