Why be the judge? (Septiplier)

Chapter 4

MARKS POV

So Sean is my new neighbour. How cool is that. Maybe we can become good friends. No! I can't think like that. He's the new kid and I'm a jock; I'm supposed to bash the new kid and make his life miserable. That's just the way it is. I still extend my hand out to his and shake hands.

"Mark. Nice to meet you," I say politely.

"Sean. But please, I prefer Jack." He replies.

Once he finishes introducing himself to my parents, his mother smiled at me and Jack and asks him to take me up to his room so we can get to know each other. He leads me upstairs and into a room painted pastel green.

"Sorry it's so messy," he sighed.

I couldn't believe him though. The only sign of mess in his spacious room was a small pile of clothes in the corner, which on closer inspection, are the clothes he wore today at school. He takes a seat on his desk chair.

"So.......what do you want to talk about?" he asks.

"Well, I should probably say thank you again for helping me in math. I tend to struggle a fair bit," I say. Slightly embarrassed and confused a little about why I told him that.

"No problem. And hey, if you have that much trouble with math, maybe you can come over every now and again for an hour or so." He gave me an awkward, shy smile.

"Well in that case, can I have your number so that you can tell me when you want to meet up and stuff?" I hold out my phone and he takes it, writing his number into it. When he gives it back, I write his contact name as Jack.

We talk for a bit longer about classes, and I bring up the music lesson and how well he played the drums...well we argued about that for ten minutes; but it was really playful. When his mum called for us, telling me it was time to leave, I felt...sad? What was going on with me? Was I actually falling for the cute Irish bastard?

JACKS POV

It turns out that Mark isn't such a bad guy. We talked about class and had I say it...a flirty argument about my drumming. I even blushed when he brought it up. I give him my number so that I can help him out at maths. I think he just puts on an act to be tough so that he is accepted. When mum calls for Mark to leave, I swear I see disappointment cross his face, but is quickly replaced by a smile.

Once goodbyes are said I head upstairs to finish off homework and go to bed. But I can't sleep. I keep thinking about Mark. No matter what I do, I can't get him out of my head. It constricts my heart and lungs, making it hard to breathe. What was happening to me? Why am I so confused? It's all too much. I curled into a ball and silently cry. That's how I fall asleep.