I'm (Not) Fine

I'm Fine

Jack's POV

I stood at my locker, getting my books I needed. I sighed. I pulled down my long sleeves.

I can't let anyone see them. They'll just make fun of how weak I am. How the only way I could deal with the pain is to hurt myself.

I felt a present behind me. I didn't turn around. "Hey Jack." I knew it was Mark.

I put on a fake smile and turn around and faced him. "Hey Mark." I said happily.

He seemed to buy it. "Did you do Mrs. Black's homework?" He asked. I forgot about that.

"No." I answered. "Why not?" He asked getting a little suspicious. "I forgot." I said with a forced laughed.

He smiled. "You doof." I forced another laugh. We parted ways when we had to go to class.

I played with my pencil the entire time, not paying attention to something that was probably important.

I was dreading gym class. What if Mark sees? I can't risk it right? I heard the bell ring.

I sighed and got up. People pushed past me, making me almost fall. I walked to the gym slowly.

I dressed in my t-shirt and shorts. I held my wrist behind my back as I approached Mark.

He smiled at me, then looked at the coach. "Run laps. Go!" He said.

I sighed and ran beside Mark. We made small talk till I heard someone behind be.

"Move over fag." Then someone pushed me to the floor. Mark flipped the guy off as he helped me up.

But he stopped in the middle of it. "Jack.." His voice trailed off. I quickly hid my arm and smiled a fake smile.

He gently grabbed my wrist and led me to the locker room. I looked down with silent tears streaming down my face.

He brought me into a tight hug. I soon hugged back and started crying.

"Please don't leave me.." I squealed out between sobs. He rubbed my back. "I won't Sean."

We stayed there, even when the boys came in to change.

"Mark, why are you hugging a fag?"

"Aww did little Seany need a hug?"

"Ew why are you touching that?"

Comments like the destroy me. But no one cares. But Mark does.

I smiled to myself. Mark cares. A deep both let go. He wiped the tear from my eye with his thumb.

"You feel better?" I held his hand that was on my cheek. "Yeah." I said with a real smile.

We both got dressed and headed out of the gym. My feelings for Mark got stronger.

I smiled whenever he said my name, my heart beater faster when he was near, and his smile made my heart flutter.

He couldn't feel the same though.

Mark's POV

I sat at my desk. Then I started to think. Why was I so protective over Jack?

Why did it feel right when he was in my arms? I didn't like him right?

Then I thought about his pretty eyes, his pale skin, his green fluffy hair. It was all perfect.

Oh shit, I like Jack.