Why be the judge? (Septiplier)

Chapter 5

MARKS POV

When I walk into school the next day I'm greeted by Gerard, Patrick and Tyler.

"Hey Mark," calls Tyler, "guess what you missed out on yesterday... beating up a the new kid!!"

"Oh, the green haired one?" I ask, remembering Jack lying on the cold cement.

"Yeah! He bumped into me and Ethan yesterday. I think he was trying to make it home without his bashing. Anyway, we beat him up real good, left him lying unconscious on the ground. He just took it, didn't even fight it, the pussy." He smiled. Why did Tyler always feel good about bashing someone bloody and unconscious? I mean, I can't talk, I beat up new kids too and I left Jack lying there, but at least I don't feel good about it.

"Hey, where's Brendon and Ethan?" asks Patrick.

"Yeah, I know Brendon likes to wag, but Ethan's always here." Says Patrick.

"I have no clue where Brendon is, but I do know that Ethan starts his weeklong cruise today." Answers Tyler. We all nod, as we all forgot about Ethan's cruise. When rollcall bell rings, we split apart to go to our roll rooms, only Gerard following me, to our roll call room, G3.

JACKS POV

As me and Phil head to G3, our roll call room, I ask him about his life.

"When did you discover you were gay Phil?" I ask.

"Well, I think I was seven, when I discovered that I wasn't 'normal'. But I was ten when it clicked that I was gay, it was actually the same day Dan started at my school." Answers Phil.

We reach G3 just before the second roll call bell sounds and we take a seat with Phil. When I turn around to see if I notice anyone from yesterday. And sure enough, I see Mark sitting up the back with a White haired guy wearing a skeleton looking T-shirt. He catches my eye and smiles. I turn around before he can see my cheeks go red. Phil looks at me awkwardly. "Are you ok, Jack?" he asks.

"I'm totally fine, Phil. Why are you asking?" I reply

"Well for starters when you turned around you turned tom-"he paused as if something just clicked. "You have a crush on someone, don't you?" he smirks.

"Only if you call you heart and lungs constricting, every time I look at a certain person, then yeah I do." I say sarcastically 

"Jack, that is a cute thing called love, I can tell you that because I felt the same way when I met Dan." He's put me into a corner, "so let's work out who it is, shall we?" he gives his best impression of an evil laugh. "We'll start with the easy one first. You're gay right?" I nod. "So that cuts this class of thirty down to... ten, no wait eight, not counting me or you. The next question is how many of these people have you met or seen around school?"

"I've seen everyone here around school at least once, but for how many I've met... I'll have to say –not including you- two." I say. It's not like I can stop him.

"Is it one of those two?" I nod again at his question. "Who?" I point to where Mark was sitting. "Those two over there." Now that I think about it, I have met the white haired guy before. His name is Gerard Way I think. He sits next to me in English and is a jock, but he hasn't got the nerve to beat up new kids. I look back to Phil, a sad smile printed on his face.

"I think I know who it is, and it's not, Gerard, is it?"He asks and I nod. "That's cute Jack, it really is, but Mark is one of the jocks that likes to beat us up. He might be friends with one of the nicer jocks, like Gerard, but he isn't nice." He says.

"What if I can get him to like me?" I tease.

"Jack if you can do that, I will give you fifty bucks." He answers, eyes open in amazement that I would even think of something like that.

"Deal." I say. And we shake on it

"If you get beaten up don't come crying to me about it, alright?" He says and I nod.

Let the challenge for love, begin!