You could tell it in the way he walked. Those cocky strides and perfectly placed steps. The way he would stand with his feet pointed outward while talking. Leaning his head against his locker and daring you to fall into your own trap. Smirking as he saw you get stuck in your own syrupy love sick voice. It was easy to tell he was a player. His goal being to seduce you and destroy. Yet still everyone fell down on there knees as he stood in front of them. Begging for the bliss he supposedly gave for the quick week he stayed with them. It was no secret that Jack Mcloughlin was made a player but the catch is Mark Fishbach was made one too. -TRIGGER WARNINGS: HAVE QUESTIONS? ASK ME AND I'LL GET BACK TO YOU-

"His eyes - oh, God, his eyes - were an entirely different story. Staring into his eyes was like staring into the summer sky just before the sunset came, before the yellow, pink, and purple clouds came to fog up your vision. They were the definition of a cloudless sky, a clear river seen running through a wide field of grass, that one, blue, sparkling diamond that stood out more than any other in a goldmine. Shining like the stars and as light as a feather, they tricked you into a strange sense of security, a state that one would be foolish to leave intentionally. Everything about his eyes was passionate, beautiful, and enticing, anything a man could ever ask for. I wanted more of his eyes, more of him." :D Thanks for checking this out! Awesome cover photo by someone who goes by the name Shuploc on Instagram - please feel free to check them out!