Baby •Septiplier•

[2] Lunch break

Mark's POV

     It's hard to be in class having everyone stare at you because you got to interact with someone who doesn't talk to anyone. "What was it like?" A girl named Rosalie asked. "Like talking to anyone else I suppose." She grunted and turned back to her worksheet. The clock is telling me that we have 2 minutes till its lunch, great.
 

   I start putting away my things with the others and stand up from my table. "Alright everyone, have a good lunch and I want those worksheets handed in tomorrow." I walked up to my teachers desk and handed him my paper. "Done Mr.Fishbach?" I nodded. "Alright. Thank you, have a nice lunch."

"You too."

     The bell rang and students flooded into the halls. I met Bob and Wade at our usual table. "So people are talking about you." Wade says looking at me while shoving a whole chicken finger in his mouth. "I'm painfully aware." I replied grabbing my lunch. "A lot of it is made up, people are saying you did it on purpose or you two kissed. There's the extreme that you guys went to the bathroom and had se-" A loud bang sounded right beside me. I looked over and saw the Irish boy taking a seat next to me. "God, I can't believe the kids that go here. I can't even sit at my own fuckin table with my team because of Singe." All 3 of us just looked at him. For the passed 2 years we were the only kids to sit at this table and to have him just plop himself over his was foreign to us.
     "What? Is there something in my teeth?" He asked. "Uh, no. We just don't have anyone sit with us, especially not someone with the McLaughlin status." Wade said shoving yet another whole chicken finger in his mouth. "God, Wade, do you even know how to eat like a normal human being?" Bob says with a disgusted look on his face. Wade chews for a good solid 2 minutes before looking at Bob. "Nope."

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I think for right now I'm just going to post until I have writers block but I'll still try and have posts for Fridays if I run out of ideas and such