Apple of My Eye ~ Septiplier

2 - Different

Mark's P.O.V.:

I woke up, a pounding head ache greeting me from my slumber.

Great. Fucking great.

Sighing, I put on another suit, and tie my tie. Stretching my arms, I walk over to the mirror.

I look like a mess.

Floofing my hair a little, I feel that I'm ready for the day. I grab my suitcase and head out of the door.

"Bye Chica-Bica!" I yell excitedly, petting the golden doggo. I exit my house, and enter my car, only to see a man with bright green hair about 7 houses down playing catch with a dog.

I swear to god, if this is who I think this is...

And I was correct. There stood Mr. McLoughlin, ready and dressed for he day, but playing with a dog.

"Gizmo, catch!" He yelled, as the dog jumped in the air. He clapped excitedly and smiled brightly, throwing the dog a treat. I drove by him.

"Jack... school starts in an hour and a half." I reminded him. He thought.

"Oh! Right! Thanks for reminding me, Mark." He waved bye happily to me, making me roll my eyes.

"Why is he so happy all the time..." I muttered to myself. Feeling a cool breeze across my face as I step out of the car, I finally enter the school. A dead expression across my face, I walk to my room.

Emails, emails, emails.... nothing but them.

I groaned, not ready for another day of school. I could see Jack skipping around in the hallways, then stopping at my door.

"I made you coffee." He grinned, handing me a cup of coffee.

"T-Thank you... Jack." I said, surprised. No ones ever done that for me before...

"No problem! Call me if you ever need anything!" Jack offers, keeping a smile on his face as he slips out of the door. I stare at the coffee. Taking a sip, I go wide eyed.

This is actually really good...

I drank it quickly, as students piled into my room.

Maybe this day won't be so bad after all.

Jack's P.O.V.:

I noticed that Mark was having a kinda bad day, so I decided to make him coffee. He seemed happy about the gesture, because during passing time, he had a bright smile on his face, welcoming students in. I grinned, feeling quiet accomplished. Skipping through the hallway from my pride, I felt my shoelace underneath my other shoe.

Wha-

I trip over my own feet, watching the floor grown closer.

OH GOD, THIS IS IT! THIS IS HOW I DIE!

I mentally scream at myself, but strong arms catch me. A student, perhaps? No, these are far to big. I turn around, to see Mark's face just inches from mine. My face instantly goes red.

"I-I'm s-sorry!" I tell, trying to get back up. He looks to the side.

"Don't worry about it... It's... fine." Mark mumbles, trying not to make eye contact with me. I stumble back up to my feet, and brush myself off.

"Don't be so clumsy next time..." Mark says, looking me in the eye.

"Y-Yeah... I won't..."

B-Bmp. B-Bmp.

He walked off as I ran to the bathroom, clutching my chest.

Why is my heart beating so fast...?

I shook it off, and looked in the mirror. My face was burning red. I calmed myself down, and walked back to my classroom.

-Oh Yeet it's a time skip~!-

"Goodbye, students! Have a wonderful day!" I waved with a smile on my face. I can feel Mark's occasional glance on me. I decided to finally gather up the courage and walk over to him. He seemed like he was a little annoyed.

"Hey, Mark? I was wondering if-"

"Don't call me that." He snapped, making me flinch ever so slightly.

"O-Oh, I'm sorry, I completely forgot that-"

"I'm sure you did. You 'forgot.' Probably the reason why half of your students are failing. I have students in Harvard, state universities, founders of companies like Intel, and yours? They'll all end up homeless, alone, hungry, cold, worthless, all because you 'forget.'" Mark spat. I felt tears prick my eyes.

"I-I came to... apologize..." I choked, looking at the floor. "...and ask if you wanted to have coffee sometime..." I didn't want to guilt him. No, that wasn't my goal. And, even if it was, I wouldn't have achieved it. For Mark's expression never faltered once. He must've just thought: 'this loud Irishman is a complete idiot that's wasting my time.'

It made me sad, though. I thought Mark was different. Different from everyone else. I snapped out of my thoughts as he snatched my phone from my back pocket.

"H-Hey!"

He quickly typed his number into it, and shoved it back in.

"I'll... text you." Mark said softly, in an almost apologetic voice.

Mark's P.O.V.:

This man... what is he doing to me? I don't want to show him a vulnerable side of me, so I'm trying to be as harsh as possible... My heart fluttered seeing as he happily put his phone back into his back pocket. I quickly shuffled away, not showing him my smile. His accent makes me feel warm inside. His ocean eyes make me feel... Safe. Secure. I shook these thoughts off.

"Going soft?" I muttered to myself, chuckling. I've never felt this way about anyone... What is this feeling..? Geez, I pretty much just met him, too. I'm such a creep.

Sighing aloud, I ran my fingers through my hair, deciding whether or not to text Jack.

Man the hell up dude.

I unlock my phone to see that Jack had already texted me earlier, saying that it was him and all. I made his contact and deleted that text.

Mark: Hey Jack.

Jack: Hi! (^-^)

Mark: Haha, wanna grab coffee sometime this weekend?

Jack: Yeah! For sure! Sorry for earlier.

Mark: You don't have to apologize.

Jack: WELL, I'M A NICE GUY, OKAY?!

Mark: You're even loud over text.

Jack: I get that a lot.

Mark: Coffee?

Jack: Oh yeah hehe

Jack: Shoot, I gotta go. See ya later! <3

Mark: Yeah... Bye.

I sighed, looking at the text. Heart? What does that mean? I feel like a middle schooler right now, God. I ran to my car, driving home as fast as I could. I'm probably sick. My heart is beating out of my chest, and my face feels really hot. Probably a fever.

-Oh hey a time skip~!-

I got home, checking my temperature.

Normal?