Why be the judge? (Septiplier)

Chapter 1

JACKS POV

I hated this. I have always hated moving to a new place. It means I have to start a new school. And a new school always meant new jocks who loved to beat up the new kid. Especially the gay ones. Unfortunately I was both, but it was nothing new, they did it at my old school and both my parents get up me about it too. As I walk through the gates the first thing I see is –no surprise- three jocks beating up a real tall kid with black hair. I turned my head and kept walking.

MARKS POV

I stared at Dan, smirking my ass off. I was holding him up against the wall as Tyler and Ethan punch and kicked him. His face was covered in blood from a nose bleed. "That's what you get for being gay!" Ethan laughed. "Yeah," said Tyler "what a shame that your little boyfwend isn't here to save you. Not that he would." I let him go and he instantly dropped to the ground. I know for a fact that my friends despised gays and their supporters, but I support gays. But I hadn't told them, they thought I was the coolest kid here. Everyone did. But I still bullied the gay kids for being different. I turned to look down the corridor and I saw what I believe to be a new kid. He caught my gaze and suddenly turned the other way down towards the office.

But for some reason, there was only one thought that could form in my head: I hope he's gay.

JACKS POV

After roll call I headed to my first class of the day, Music. I loved it so much. But I suck at playing my instrument, the drums, but everyone thought otherwise. Even my parents don't mind when I play them, it seems to be the only time they actually like me. I walk into the classroom and take a seat at the back. I sink lower into the chair when I recognise one of the jocks from this morning walk in to the room and take a seat. He was actually pretty damn hot if you ask me. Black hair with it dyed red on the top. He has bronze skin and his muscles pulled tight against his grey shirt. I'm pulled out of my thoughts when I feel something tapping on my shoulder. I turned to the guy that was beaten up in one of the corridors this morning. "Hey, is this seat taken?" he asks so I shake my head and motion for him to sit. "Thanks, I would've sat elsewhere, but the only other seat was next to them." He motions over to the guy with the red hair. "No problem. I'm Sean McLaughlin, but I prefer Jack. I'm new here and haven't made any friends." I say. "Oh, well welcome. I'm Daniel Howell, but call me Dan. I'm sure my...*cough* boyfriend would love to meet you." He cringes, as if suspecting to be punched. "You're gay? Cool, so am I. I think it's even cooler that you actually have a boyfriend." He smiles at me and with a final look; we turn to face the teacher.

MARKS POV

When the teacher handed us the piece we were going to play, I headed straight to the small side room, where the guitars are kept. I bent down to grab a wooden acoustic guitar and turned to see the new kid walking in to the room then turns to the door that went to the drum room. I glance up as walks past me. He was skinny and incredibly pale. He has light brown hair with dyed grass green hair on top. He shuts the door and a minute later I heard the familiar sounding drum beat of the Fall Out Boy song we were learning, Just one Yesterday. As he starts again I strum along in time with his beat and sing the chorus.  After about thirty minutes, the bell rings for my least favourite class maths. I had a lot of trouble understanding the way algebra worked, yet I was in the top class. I grab my bag and walk out to A block and into the classroom and stand at the back of the classroom. Another thing I hate about this class. We had to have a seating plan because the teacher thought we were troubled seniors.