I strolled down the street, in my own sweat shirt this time.
I reached Jack's house, seeing him standing out on his lawn.
Once he saw me, he dug out his keys and unlocked the car.
I opened the back door, digging through the bags. I noticed the bag of our chemicals lying on the car floor.
"You left these chemicals in here over night?" I asked, meeting his gaze.
"Was I not supposed to?" He shrugged.
I rolled my eyes and kept digging until I came across my Hot Topic bag and my black nail polish.
I grabbed them, hooking the bag around my wrist and closing the car door.
"Thanks." I smiled, then started back down the sidewalk towards my house.
It was a normal, boring Sunday morning.
Except for the fact that I came to Jack's house, that was not normal.
With each step I took, I got lost deeper and deeper into thought of what I wanted.
I then realized I had only taken a few steps, and was standing on the sidewalk right beside his car.
Jack was leaned up against the car, watching me curiously. "You alright?"
I looked at him, my mind going blank.
No, I wasn't alright.
I needed something,
I needed him.
In one swift motion, I slammed him up against the car and pressed my lips onto his.
My brain didn't process what I was doing, it just went along with it. Jack's lips moved in sync with mine, he seemed to be kissing back.
After what seemed like an eternity, he broke away for air.
He gasped and shoved me off of him.
"What the fuck man?! I'm not gay!" He yelled.
I immediately blushed, thinking about what I had just done.
I had just kissed Jack, after finally building a friendship with him, I ruined it with my stupid heart.
His face seemed flushed as well, as he ran into his house, slamming the front door behind him.
I slowly made my way down the sidewalk, walking slower then ever.
I was such an idiot, I always listened to my heart and not my brain, but did my heart actually want Jack?
Was I actually falling for him, or did I mistake a good friendship for romance?
Either way, surprisingly I didn't regret what I did.
Sure, it might have been foolish, but I don't regret a thing.
I knew it would be awkward on Thursday when he picked me up from practice, but we could deal with it.
I walked up my driveway and into the living room, slowly making my way up the stairs and into my bedroom.
I took Loki out of the bag and unboxed him, placing him up with the other figures I had on my shelf. I then took out my earbuds, plugging them into my phone and playing a mix type.
As I listened, I took out the black nail polish and carefully painted my nails. I hadn't painted them in awhile, so it was nice to finally paint them again.
I looked over at my phone to check the time when I saw a notification pop up.
JACK: what gave you the hint that I was fuckin gay? cause im not and I don't like you
JACK: if it weren't for this project I would have beat you
JACK: you're such a coward
I ignored his texts and kept polishing my nails.
To be honest, I expected him to react this way, to flip out on me, yelling at me.
I don't know why I did it, but I would probably pay for it later.
I laid my phone beside me on my bed, occasionally looking over at the texts that were piling in.
JACK: you don't even have the guts to respond
JACK: I knew I shouldn't have gotten friendly with u
I turned my music up louder and hummed along, carefully making big strokes of the polish across my bare nail.
He needed to have satisfaction in everything, so I'm guessing that he isn't going to stop texting me until I respond.
He wants me to feel guilty or embarrassed, but I don't. I usually do, but he seemed to have brought out this weird side of me that takes risks, and doesn't give a shit if I get let down.
Once all my nails were coated with black, I checked my phone once again.
[11 new messages from JACK]
I scoffed and put the nail polish away. He wouldn't give up till I responded, would he?
He thought he had all the power here, and he thought that I was here beating myself up for kissing him, but I wasn't.
Suddenly, I got a call from Felix. I carefully picked up, so I wouldn't ruin a nail.
"Hey, what's up?
"Nothing much, what's up with you?"
"Nothing, just went out shopping with Jack Friday night and ended up sleeping over there. After that I came home, then went back over to pick up my stuff, and then I kissed him and left."
"Woah, woah, woah! Back up! You went shopping with your BULLY?"
"Yep. We joked and laughed, and got our stuff for our extra science class project. Then went to the mall and shopped around a bit."
"You slept at his house?!"
"Yep, we both fell asleep on the couch. I woke up to him spooning me but I didn't tell him that I was awake, or that I saw anything."
"You kissed him.... kissed him?!"
"Oh yeah, I got my stuff and started walking away, then I turned around and just went for it. He's been yelling at me through text for the past fifteen minutes. I don't regret it though, and he seemed to kiss back."
"This isn't the shy Mark I know..."
"Maybe I've changed."
"Maybe you should stop hanging out with Jack, I think that's the problem."
"It's not a problem, and no. I'm fine, if anything I'm better then I was before. I gotta go."
I hung up before he could say anything else.
Did he really want me to go back to being my old shy self?
The one who got bullied and pushed around?
After everything, I would have thought that he would have been proud of me, but I guess not.
Maybe Felix and I were growing apart, and Jack and I were growing together.
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Mark Fischbach is the well known 'gay boy' at school. Most people don't even know his real name. His parents were accepting of him, and very overprotective, so when he constantly came home with bruises and cuts, he blamed it on gym class. Twelfth gr...