Jack's POV:

I walked into the building, already feeling everyone's eyes on me. I kinda sunk back into my jacket, quickly walking to my locker. There was only one reason why I was picked on. Well....I was gay. Everyone knew. How? You ask? An old friend of mine had told everyone....all because I liked the same boy as him.....oh well, he's a man whore anyways. I opened my locker, quickly grabbing my things, when someone slammed their fist into the locker next to me. I jumped, quickly turning around. My eyes were filled with fear. It was Jason. He was my school bully. The most homophobic person in the school, and I was his number one target.

"Hey, gaybo", he said in a rude tone. I hid behind my books, glancing at my piers. Then, my eyes landed on someone. He had a black hoodie on, the hood on and ripped jeans.

I'm fed up with this bullshit...

No, please no.

My head began to hurt, excruciating pain coursing through it. I screwed my eyes shut.

No, please. Stop this! It isnt going to help!

It'll stop all of this fucking nonsense, though..you know I hate seeing you hurt.

I dropped my books, griping my hair. Everyone began muttering, Jason still in front of me. "Why are you acting like this? Stop it"!! He demanded, rolling up his sleeves. I lost it. He was in control now.

???'s POV:

I stopped growling, opening my eyes. Instead of Jack's normal jacket and jeans, I was in a crop top, beanie, and ripped jeans. I slowly looked up, my eyes piercing into him. He looked scared. I grabbed his throat, choking him. "I'm just about done with having to watch you hurt Jack..", I stated, holding his throat tightly. I threw him to the ground, him backing up in fear. I kept glaring at him, growling. I was ignoring everyone's eyes on me.

Please, stop it! Everyone is wa-

I don't care! I'm not dealing with this anymore!

I walked over to him, grabbing the front of his shirt, lifting him up, and I punched him across the face. Everyone gasped, him looking at me.

"If you mess with Jack again, I will twist your arms backwards so much that they fall off. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR"!?!? I demanded, the entire hallway quiet. He quickly nodded, me throwing him to the ground again. He looked at me in fear. "Who the hell are you"?! His voice was trembling, which caused me to smirk evily.

"I'm the Antisepticeye". With that, I went back into Jack's mind.

Jack's POV:

I fell to my knees, slightly groaning as I placed a hand on my head. I looked up, my blood going cold. Everyone was watching me. My anxiety began to kick in, and I quickly stood. I looked around, my eyes yet again falling on the emo kid. He was staring at me in awe, and he hurriedly ran off. Now everyone thinks I'm a freak. I backed up slowly, and I couldn't take it anymore. I bolted down the hall, tears filling my eyes. I ran into the emo boy by accident, and his eyes were full of awe and shock. I was too overwhelmed to pay attention, and I ran down the hall.

Mark's POV:

He ran down the hall, me looking. Should I go after him? Let him know that he isn't alone?

He's too overwhelemed. His alternate did it to protect him, but it only made him more...hm...what's the word? Insecure about himself.

I guess your right, Dark...

I shoved my hands in my pockets. But then an idea sprang to my mind. Once everyone got back to doing their own tjing, I pulled out a pen and paper. I began writing a note.

Meet me behind the building after school

I folded up the paper and slid it into his locker.

Totally doesn't seem stalkerish, Mark

Be quiet.

I shoved my hands back into my pockets and began walking down a hall. The boy couldn't seem to leave my mind, though. It was strange. Did I have affection for him? All I know is that he's really cute. Poor boy, though. Having to be picked on. But at least he has an alternate who cares enough to protect him.