"That's enough class!" The teacher spoke. Jack looked over to the teacher And then the class until the bell ring. Jack got out of his seat and pick up his book bag and walked out of class. Mark, still humiliated, ran out of the classroom, he didn't want to see or talk to anymore right now, but to his luck... He bumped into jack... Again....
Jack was walking to class when someone behind him bumped into him, he turned around to see mark again. "Uh..um... Sorry!" Mark blurted out as he ran past jack as if he was in a rush. He wasn't. Mark was too embarrassed to face anyone right now. He wasn't thinking, but when he realized what had happened, He stopped dead in his tracks. He just apologized.... To a nerd... Mark faceplamed so hard he felt as he his hand could've gone through his face.
'Wtf?' Jack thought and walked into his last class for the day. He walked over to his seat and sat down. Mark hesitantly walked into the room. Students immediately snickered and whispered stuff about him. On the outside, he acted as if he didn't care, but on the inside he was destroyed... He sat down and began sketching in his notebook, trying to ignore all the things people said about him.
Jack was taking notes not noticing some students talking about mark. Mark kept trying to ignore the comments. Trying. He felt as if he could cry, but no. He was a jock, a mean, insensitive person. He was not gonna cry in front of these people. He wasn't gonna be weak. He was a jock, he was strong.
While jack was taking notes he felt someone staring at him but ignored it and kept writing down notes. Mark stopped trying to ignored the comments and listened at the whispers. "Idiot... Insensitive... Asshole... Fuckboy". The insults only led him to think.... What does jack think? And so, his eyes shifted from his notebook to the back of Jack's head.
