Here's for my friend furver_alone__gal because she loves this story and this was kinda a deal between us... so she's writing a chapter while I write this one! Check out her Markiplier fic!

It all began when Jack started tapping his foot. To some people that would seem insignificant, completely unimportant, but to everyone in that room (except Ms. Degradable) it meant everything. Once he started tapping his foot, every person straightened. Nobody looked towards Jack, but you could tell everyone was listening intently to his tapping.

That's when you realized it wasn't mindless tapping- it was Morse Code! He knows Morse Code? you thought to yourself, So he's smarter than he looks... Nice to know. You pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down what you heard, trying your very best to make it look like work.

O-N-M-Y-C-O-U-N-T-W-E-T-I-E-H-E-R-U-P

When you finished writing them down, you prayed it wasn't what you thought it was, but one look from Jack told you it was exactly what you had feared. You put your head between your hands and rubbed your temples. Wowwww.... of course you were doing something that was most likely illegal. You sighed to yourself and everything went completely silent for a few more minutes, but then a faint sound could be heard from Ms. Degradable's desk.

You didn't dare turn around for fear of being yelled at, so you listened harder. Even, rythmic breaths could be heard from the back of the class, and you risked a turn to confirm your suspicion. You couldn't believe your eyes; Ms. Degradable was asleep! You turned slowly to face Jack with a disbelieving look, but his eyes were fixed intently on the empty space in front if him.

He stayed like that for a few moments, then abruptly turned to look at everyone as if he was doing a head count. His eyes fell on you last and he gave you a devilish grin. "One.." he began in a whisper. "Two.." Mark whispered, continuing the countdown to madness. "And three.." Felix finished looking more crazed than everyone else. At the final word, everyone shot over to Jack to get their items.

Several cans of [F/C] spraypaint and a roll of duct tape were thrust into your arms as Jack pulled out a rope and a padlock. Everyone else was emerging from the duffle bag with various paintbrushes and spraypaints. Mark even had some acrylics.

You were still uncertain, but you were too caught up in the moment to care much about your hesitation. Jack grabbed your hand and pulled you noiselessly over to Ms. Degradable's desk. He pressed his pointer finger to his lips and smiled at you, then he began to wrap her up in the rope. You assumed you had come over for a reason, so you ripped off a chunk of duct tape and slapped it over Ms. Degradable's mouth.

She stirred for a moment, then her eyes popped wide open in alarm, but she couldn't move. She was already restrained too tightly by the rope. She attempted to lunge forward, and she squirmed desperately, trying to undo the ropes. She started making outraged noises, but her words were otherwise muffled thanks to your duct tape. You smiled to yourself, then directed your grin towards Jack. He glanced at you happily, and then he asked, "Would you mind opening the door?"

He gestured towards a closet in the corner. "Happily good sir!" You said in an awful accent and delivered an over exaggerated bow before doing what he had asked. Once you had opened the door, he pushed Ms. Degradeable in. As she wheeled towards it, everyone cherished the panicked yell she let out that was, again, muffled by your duct tape. You saw her chair crash into the cabinet on the opposite side of the closet, then you slammed the door behind her. Jack swooped in with his lock and stood up, panting.

For a few moments, all you guys did was stare and look at each other, but then Mark broke the silence by shouting, "That was awesome!" The entire room burst into laughter and cheering, but you were still slightly confused. "What's the paint for?" you asked no one in particular. "Oh yeah!" Cry yelled, "Let's go you guys!" Everyone rushed out of the classroom at once, with you and Jack in the lead. You had no clue where you where you were going, but you couldn't stop smiling!

This was way more fun than it should be.

You all eventually stopped running once you had reached outside the campus. You had were looking at a beaten down old shack on the edge of the university. It sat on top of the hill that allowed it to  showcase a breathtaking view of the town below. "What is this place?" you asked. "Oh," Mark said, "this dump? Well, it looks better on the inside, I'll tell you that..."

"What he means to say is," Felix butted in, seeing your confused look, "It's pretty much a place that everyone comes to to make out because the view out here is awesome, and the inside is WAYYYY nicer."

"Oh." you said, lightly blushing at the thought of going out to this place with someone in Ireland. You laughed the thought off, "Well," you said, still confused, "What're we doing here?" They all grinned at you. "Well," Bob said, "We figured since you're pretty much stuck with us now, we might as well do something together."

"Ah, tying up a teacher and locking her in a closet is something I'd totally think to do with my friends. Really good choice!" you exclaimed sarcastically. Everyone around you chuckled. "We're gonna tag the building!" Wade said with a grin. "Adding vandalism to the list, I like it!" Everyone laughed again, then approached the building with their spraypaint ready.

Time skip brought to you by my love of PANIC! AT THE DISCO Y'ALL!!!

When all of you were done, the building had a red 'W' and a blue 'B' on it, some brown toast, Cry's face, a pink mustache, a green eye with a blue center, a blue fist, and [picture you did]. "I think it looks great!" Mark exclaimed. You all laughed and smiled at one another. "Let's go home." Felix said after a few moments. You all nodded in silent agreement.

You began to leave, but Jack grabbed your hand and waited for everyone else to leave. You turned to him, confused. He was blushing furiously as he looked at you. "So, um, I was wonderin' if maybe sometime this week you'd like to come over and game wit' me? Mark told me you liked games. It's okay if you dont want to, i mean-" He was cut off by you pressing your index finger to his lips. "I'd love to ya loser." You smiled at him, then turned and left.

He sighed heavily. He didn't know why it was so hard to ask you to hang out, I mean, you were his friend after all. He shook his head and walked to his house wondering why you were so interesting to him all the while.

So, this is my sleep deprived chapter coming at ya, just for my little Skiggy! I love ya honey! Goodbye my fellow potatoes! Have a good day! 🎵ONE TWENTY ONE GUNS...🎵 (All music has ruined me. I don't have a life anymore.)