Bully || Septiplier

Chapter Twenty-Nine

i'm sorry for taking so long to update again, i hope i can at least push through to the ending for y'all. :(

in all honesty i'm kind of slipping out of the septiplier obsessive chapter of my life? i still ship it, and i still occasionally watch their videos, and yes, i'm still in the fandom (!) but i'm not obsessing [all these questions, why i'm in denial that i tried the sui- sorry]

joshler [twenty one pilotos] is kinda the new obsessive ship?? but i can still write this one, it just takes added effort. i hope you understand, and here's the new chapter, anyways!

hope you have a great summer <3

[cause god knows i'll forget to update by the time summer's over- oops, i know myself]

JACK had been so focused on how to help Mark, that he didn't even notice what class he had next. He made his way to his locker, checked his time table, and Jesus-fuck; English.

Suddenly, everything went downhill. The project. How the fuck had he forgotten? And Mark was still his fucking partner, and they hadn't gotten anything done. The past few weeks, English had been cancelled due to Mr. Johnson being ill, but he was back and Jack and English now and oh dear god. Fuck. Fuck. Did he have to say it again? Fuck.

He took his time in walking to the classroom, walking in late. Usually, walking into a classroom late, he'd keep his head down and ignore everyone but now his eyes were immediately drawn to Mark's. The red headed boy was sitting in the seat beside Jack's, and he looked like he really didn't want to be there- every other seat in the classroom except for Jack's was taken, which was unusual, as if every kid had picked today to show up and make Jack's life miserable.

The Irish boy took his seat and kept his eyes on the front of the room, listening to the teacher's lecture.

"Your assignment is due next Monday. It carries three halves of your English grade this year. Since its been a while, I'll go over it with you again once more.

"In groups of two, your assignment is to pick a famous author and write a biography on them. You will later write why you chose this author, and you have to read at least one book by them over the summer as a summer reading project." The teacher smiled, as if he thought he was clever for coming up with that last part. 

Wade raised his hand. Thank god none of the boys had talked since the fight- Bob and Wade and Felix and their whole group basically ignored Jack's group. He decided that was a good thing. But, anyways, when the teacher called on the brunette, everyone in the room knew nothing good would come out of it; and they were right.

"So you're making us purchase a book from an author we probably don't care about with our own money? Like, can you at least give us twenty bucks each? Do you get paid enough to give us twenty bucks each?"

"Barnes." Mr. Johnson regarded Wade with a now stern face. "You're all grown men and women, and I'm sure you have enough money to invest in a novel."

There was a chorus of a repeated 'psh' from varying students, a few poeple shaking their heads. "Are you kidding me?" A girl said, but the last word wasnt heard over the rising voices in argument. "We barely have enough for.." The other voice, too, faded off underneath other arguments.

"Okay, okay," the teacher said. This seemed to quiet the crowd down. "You should all be taking debate class, not general English. If you'd like to purchase your own novel, please do, as it would help you gain some skill over the summer. It's not nessecary, and you're not being marked, I suppose, but I thought you'd be more.. enthusiastic." H eseemed genuinely upset. Jack felt bad for him, half listening.