Jack's POV:

I ran into a single bathroom, slamming the door shut, and I locked it. I slid down the door, tears falling. Why did you do that?! My head began hurting again, and my mouth involuntarily opened. Green smoke flew out, and Anti appeared in front of me. He looked down at me.

"I was trying to protect you, dammit"! He exclaimed, me standing.
"I get that, but now everyone thinks I'm a fucking freak"! I retorted, him bawling his fists. "If it keeps anyone from fucking hurting you, that's all that matters"! "BUT NOW NO ONE'S GOING TO EVEN APPROACH ME"!!!!! He gripped the bridge of his nose. "Sean....it's been almost four years since someone has wanted to be our friend...". He was right. I looked down, hugging myself. I felt at pair of arms wrap around me. I looked, and Anti was hugging me. I teared up, and I quickly hugged back. I began crying, clinging onto him. He rubbed my back, knowing it's what helped calm me down. "We'll get through it all...trust me. It's our last year of highschool". I nod, wiping my eyes. He also wiped his that had formed, looking at me. He smiled reassuringly, and I smiled back.

Mark's POV:

I couldn't get that boy out of my head. He was just so cute! But....he was a little broken from the bullies harming him. I sighed as I was barely paying attention to the teacher, tapping my pencil on the desk. I felt something hit the back of my head. I looked, seeing a paper ball on the floor. A few kids snickered, and I glared at them. I looked back at the teacher, trying to ignore them, but they just kept throwing paper balls at my head, me growling.

Dark....help?

You sure? Last time wasn't so prett-

Just help! Please..

He sighed. Fine, but if the bare minimum doesn't work tell me what to do.

Got it.

My head began hurting a little, my skin going gray. He was in  control now.

???'s POV:

I opened my eyes, waiting. Another paper ball hit my head, and I growled. My atire was completely different than Mark's. I had a gray flannel on that had the sleeves ripped off, a black crop top, ripped jeans, a choker that had spikes on it, and bracelets just the same. I slammed my fist on the desk, everyone looking, and turned around.

"Keep it up and I'm gonna stuff you with paper balls and mount you on your parents wall"!!! I yelled at the kids, them having horror in their eyes. It made a smirk appear on my face. I turned back to face the teacher.

"Dark, please, keep the theatrics down. Thank you", the teacher said. Oh heeeeeeell no!!! I stood, glaring at him. "Theatrics? More like 'those skinny man whore keep throwing paper balls at Me and Mark' "! I boomed, snickers erupting from my piers. The teacher looked stunned. I sat down, crossing my arms.

Jeez, Dark

Well, the teacher needs to get his head out of his ass

Hah, true

I smirked again, closing my eyes as I let Mark take control again. Good thing you're here, Darkiplier.