3rd Person POV
The brown haired man stood infront of the younger. Staring him down and waiting for him to answer the question at hand. The red haired man swallowed, looking away and scratching at his hand. The teacher sighed, gently placing his hands on Marks and lacing their fingers. Mark blushed looking up at Jack in suprise.
"You can tell me anything.." The older whispered, his eyes showing a pleading story. He was hoping Mark would take pity on him and tell him what happened.
"I-i...why do you care leprecuan?" Mark sneered, dodging the question. He was determined to get out of this, detention or not. The Irishman sighed, lifting Marks hand and kissing it gently, closing his eyes as he kept Marks hand close to his face.
"Because I care about you.." Jack whispered, his eyes opening and landing on Marks crimson red face. Marks eyes lit up. Someone actually cares about him? It was a surprise to him.
"I....I was beat up.." Mark whispered. Jack held back an irriated sigh. He already knew Mark got beat up, it was obvious.
"I got that far, who? Who beat you up?" Jack pushed the question at hand, wanting answers out of Mark so he could hurt the little shit that hurt him. Mark let a small sigh slip past his lips, fumbling his fingers and advoiding Jacks eyes as they were deadly.
"Felix..Felix Kjellberg.." Mark whispered, shyly looking up at Jack. Jack grinned, letting go of Marks hand.
"You can leave now Mark, sorry to keep you waiting." He said sweetly. Mark wasted to time in grabbing his bag snd rushing out.
I am dead..
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The Teacher
FanfictionMark is the punk of the school, with his best friend Ace. They work together to piss of the teachers. After a week they quit but what will happen when Mr. Mclouglin comes?
