The Teacher

Ride

3rd Person POV

The small boy continued his journey down the hallway, advoiding contact with anyone. Not that /anyone/ cared. In his view of the ground ground could see the continues patter of feet walk by him.

He made his way to the school doors, pushing them open and heading out. The cool air sprayed across his warm body, causing him to shiver and his nose to become a small light red. He moved past some people, making his way down the sidewalk when a car stopped next to him. "Hey Mark, want a ride?'' Jack asked, rolling the window down.

The half Korean glanced at him, a bit of irritation laced threw his features. "Leave me alone." He spat, continuing to walk down the sidewalk, grabbing his headphones. The brunette rolled his eyes, unlocking the doors. "Get in Mark." He ordered, waiting for the other to comply.

Eventually he gave in, sighing over exaggerated as he climbed into the back of the Jeep. It was nice inside, neon green set covers and handles followed above the windows. His steering wheel cover was a bit of a darker green, matching his head lights.

"Green huh?" He said sarcastically, taking his phone out and already asking Ace to hang out today. He didn't take his motorcycle to school for the sole reason that he couldn't find his god damn car keys in the morning and he was gonna be late so he just decided to walk the 10 minutes.

Jack glanced back, scowling at him and shaking his head. "Shut up red head." He snickered, smiling proudly to himself as he looked back the traffic on the road ahead. Mark glanced up, his eyes meeting Jack's in the rearview mirror.

He glared intently at his teacher, growling under his breath. "Just because I told you a fucking secret doesn't mean we are buddy buddy." He said, trying not to snap at his teacher who was currently giving him a ride. "My address is xxxx."

Jack chuckled, smiling to himself as he turned to go down the street Mark lived on. "I never said we were buddy buddy Mark, I am just giving you a ride." That sent a pang Of sadness to Mark's chest, but he couldn't put his finger on why. "Well obviously.." he murmured, going quiet and leaving them in awkward silence.

He turned and looked out the window, getting a text from Ace saying she can today. He answered with a short 'ok' before looking back out the window with a blank stare. "Are you okay Mark? Is it something I said?" Jack asked nervously, glancing back at him with a frown split across his features. The red haired man shortly nodded, watching them stop at his house.

He opened the door, getting out and closing it behind him. The Irishman rolled down his window, a frown put on his lips. "Mark?" He ignored his teacher completely, walking to the front door and opened it, slamming it behind him with a huff. Why is he so mad that his teacher doesn't really care about him?