In Between [Crankiplier]

15. High school sucks

"Hey Ethan, you okay in there?" Mark asks softly. He's such a caring person. I don't deserve him.

"Oh- yeah I'm fine. I'll be out in a bit." I turn off the water and shake my hair around. Thankfully the blue is staying in. I get a towel and wrap it around my waist, completely forgetting about my chest. I always do this when I'm in my house because it just feels.. normal.

I walk out the door and see Mark on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. Fuck. I immediately wrap my arms around my chest. Then I grab a long sleeves shirt from the floor of his room, so I can both change into it and cover my arms from his view.

"Hey you're out-" Mark starts. His breathing hitches. "Nice.. rack."

I blush madly. I don't even know why. "Thanks Mr. Virgin."

"Hey don't state the obvious!" Mark pouted. I laughed.

"Maybe we could change that sometime." I flirted. I heard him clear his throat and I winked, leaving to go back in the room and change into some clothes.

I've worn my binder all through last night.. again. So I think I'm going to give my chest a break. I put on my pants and boxers but use the shirt I took instead. It's baggy enough for my chest to not show through. I like it. His shirts are always so soft.

I come back out and Mark is all ready for school. His backpack is slung over his shoulder and his muscles are so sexy in his black skin tight tee sh- ETHAN STOP.

"Awhhh why'd you put on a shirt?" Mark whined. My red cheeks became the shade of my godamn blood I couldn't stop blushing.

"Stop making me blush Mark it's not funny!" I groaned. He laughs his unique hilarious laugh.

"Ready to go?" Mark asks. I was going to go home and get some stuff for school but I don't want to lose any time with him.

"Sure." I reply.

We walk shoulder by shoulder through the doors and outside. I grab the longboard and walk to the sidewalk.

"Race ya." I smirk.

"You're on." He laughs. We start boarding and I get a good start. Mark scoffs begins me and I giggle. I turn to see him pouting and I grin. Though I soon realize I should've been looking forward. I trip on a mound of dirt on the edge of the road and fall straight into it.

"Ethan!" Mark runs over. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fin-" I start. A black Mercedes drives by and the window facing us rolls down. They drive close to us and what I think is Marzia drops her coffee on my head.

"Losers!" Signe yells from beside her. They speed away, making dirt fly all over us, creating a nice brown shade on our clothes.

"Yeah I'm fine." I finish.

We both look at eachother and start laughing like crazy. Tears are coming out of Mark's eyes.

"Oh god that was good." Mark sighs happily.

"Want to ride on my board?" He asks. I nod. I don't know how this will work but we'll see.

He gets on the higher half of the board and I stand on the lower. I wrap my arms around his waist and hold my board in my underarm. I snuggle my face in the crook of his neck and cough a bit every time dirt gets in my throat, which makes Mark laugh lightly.

We arrive and put the boards in a slot of the bike racks. I brush off some of the dirt on my clothes and hold the door for Mark then we walk into homeroom. I guess we were on time because we're the only ones here. We start working on the homework we didn't get to do yesterday night and make dick jokes quietly so Ms. Nelson doesn't hear.

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The day goes by pretty fast. The teachers never even collected homework. Whatever class Mark and I had together we'd joke around and flirt carelessly. At lunch the bitch squad dumped their things of milk on our heads but we gulped it up and smiled because we love anything chocolate.

High school may suck, but Mark makes it all worth it.