//MARKS POV//
I walked silently to my car which sat nearly alone in the almost completely empty parking lot. Teachers vehicles scattered around. I chucked my bag into the passenger seat and let out a groan as I got in after it.
I closed my door and stared at the wheel. What have I gotten myself into. The new boy? People will look at me like the gay cliché I probably already am. One single boy, who doesn't even talk, changed my perspective that easily. I kissed him for God's sakes.
I drove home after pondering this stupid topic. I just wanted to lay in bed and hope for this day to be over as soon as my head hit the pillow. I don't think I want to see that boys stupid face again.
It's not stupid.
I take that back.
He's the most beautiful boy I've ever seen.
...
I hate my mind.
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Sorry this is so short again eek
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The Freak in the Pastel Skirt // Septiplier
FanfictionMark was the school bully, he was known for his constant attacks on the newer kids. One day, a pastel boy came to his school as what he thought was a foreign exchange from Ireland. Could this boy possibly change Marks perspective when they are put t...
