Septiplier Stories

Bully Part 1

Jack's POV

I was doing my own thing, Skullcandy headphones in, listening to music, sitting on the bus, and ignoring the world, when a dude twice my size walks on and he is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. At least until I hear, "New kid, you're in my seat! Get your gay ass out of my sight!" well, that fantasy ending quickly. I got up shaking and apologizing. Great way to start the day. I move closer to the back of the bus when I hear cackles. I turn around to see everyone staring at me. I had spilt my water bottle and I looked like I had an "Accident". Of course, the bully from before was the ring leader. I still, even though he was almost making me cry, I couldn't help but stare. His beautiful green eyes and chiseled facial features and jawline are easy to drool over. Not to mention the fact that his shirt fit like a glove... "Kid! Quit being a creep and answer the question!" Oh no, I wasn't paying paying attention. "Uh...I...uh.." nice going Jack! "WE ASKED WHAT THE FUCK YOUR NAME WAS!!!" I started shaking, I don't handle yelling well, not since my dad started drinking...

Mark's pov

I saw the new kid get on the bus, and Chris' stop was next, I hope he left the kid alone. The bus stops and immediately you hear yelling. You look up to see this really cute green haired kid and Chris. The kid was caught staring and Chris embarrassed the hell out of him. Just when it looks Chris is about to hit the kid, we arrived at school. As he walked off the bus, he looked like he was crying. "Hey, you okay?" I ask. "Please...just let me be...I can't handle" I cut him off realizing he thought I was just like the other guys. "No, I actually want you to be okay. Also, I'm Mark" What?! He was cute! He smiles "H-hi, I'm Jack, and I'm fine...I'm used to it." I can't think of a reason why anyone would want to hurt such a gentle soul...

Jack's pov

Man what is it with all the cute guys in this school? And one of them is actually nice. No! Don't fall for it. Nobody cares about me! I'm a useless piece of trash. As I walk to class I hear that bully from on the bus tell me to kill myself. Maybe I will. I have to figure out how to do it though....I can't do it at home, too many people will see me there. I could use the bridge, I could do it late at night. That's what i'll do. I can't stay in this hellish world. I don't belong anyway. I'm useless and ugly. I just want this school day to end.

Mark's pov

It turns out I have most of my classes with Jack, and all day he seemed distracted and depressed. I suppose after this morning I can't blame him. I've also noticed he won't talk to anyone. The bell rings for the last class to get out, and Jack runs to the bus and sits in the farthest seat back. I go to sit by him but he had too much stuff. After a few stops, it was his turn to get off. As he was walking off the bus, a shiny piece of metal fell out of his bag. I picked it up and it was..a razor blade? Oh no...he wouldn't. I let the thought drift to the back of my mind as I reach home. I lay on my bed and remember what happened on the bus. I'll ask Jack about it tomorrow at school. I started getting tired and decided to take a short nap. I ended up waking up just before dinner. Whoops! As always, it smells delicious. Homemade pasta and steamed vegetables. I eat and make small talk with my mom. I decide to go for a walk. As I walk out I feel the cool breeze hit my face. It was almost 9:00pm so I decided to only take a short walk through town. I stare up at the clear night sky. The stars look kind of like Jack's eyes. Oh god that was cheesy. Just then you hear crying by the bridge. Speak of the devil...or should I say angel...

Jack's POV

After I went home, I looked through my bag and realized my blade was missing. I thought maybe it dropped somewhere at school, and nobody would know who's it was, so it was fine. I walked to my kitchen and drank a bit of water. I wasn't really hungry. There was a feeling of fear, but also relief knowing that was the last water I would ever drink. I just walked around until about 9:00 pm then I got myself to the edge of the bridge. That's when all the fear got to me. I start bawling and shaking. I see a figure in the distance. I can't tell If I want them to stop me or not. Well I guess they heard my thoughts because I heard a deep voice yell for me: "Jack get down! It isn't worth it!" That voice was so familiar...wait...Mark?!