Why be the judge? (Septiplier)

Chapter 7

JACKS POV

As I'm sitting in maths, talking to Mark as we finished our work, he looks up and immediately his face is contorted into some sort of disappointment. Then into a sly smirk. He either ignores the fact that I was looking at him or just never noticed, as he turns back to look at me and immediately continue what we're talking about. Just as the bell rings for end of class, I ask Mark one more question. "When did you want to come over and get some help with your math?"

"How's Wednesday, four o'clock?"

"Deal," I say and write it down in my phone and head off to maths opposite, English.

English isn't that bad. There are no arse holes or jocks that make fun of me being the new kid. Well there was one jock, and I sit next to him, but he is incredibly nice. I would have to say that Gerard (see chapter 5) is the nicest jock I have ever met. He's even nicer than Mark is. I walk in and see that Gerard isn't here yet, so I take my seat next to him. I'm sitting here for five minutes before the teacher walks in, and Gerard still isn't here. Where is he? The teacher takes the roll and sets up the board notes. We're two pages in when Gerard walks in and takes a seat after placing something on the teacher's desk. "Hey Jack," he whispers.

The teacher turns to face in our way and speaks, "Mr. Way, if have just returned from the principal's office, I expect you to walk in quietly. Understood?"

"Yes, Miss," he responds.

When I finish writing the board notes, I turn to look at Gerard and ask him the question that has been floating through my head all lesson. "Where were you for the first half of English?"

"I was in the principal's office for beating up a year nine kid, who was bulling my brother, Mikey. Thank God I only got a blue card; the other guy got suspended for hurting people for no reason." He answers. My minor question is out of the way, now for the big one. "Gerard, one more question, does Mark beat up kids for fun or is he like you and only does it when people deserve it?"

"If you ask me, I think he beats people up to look cool. Everyone thinks he's the greatest person to ever live, even the ones he beats up," he whispers, "but I do know he hates doing it. If he is smart enough to think, and change his opinion on how everyone wants him to act, he would be the nicest guy you'd ever meet. Why are you asking?"

"No reason," I say. The bell rings, and I head off for recess, leaving Gerard standing behind our desk confused.