Y/n POV

The clock seemed to tick a lot slower now. I didn't listen to a word that was being said, my mind was elsewhere. I couldn't stop thinking about yesterday. Why was Nixon's mom at our house? How did she get in?

I was thinking about going to my dad's after school today. I wanted to avoid home as much as I could. I knew Mark would try to come over and talk to me about what happened. I haven't seen him since he left, and it was clear I was trying to avoid him. More like trying to avoid the problem.

He tried to get my attention earlier walking into the school, but I stuck in my earbuds and ignored him. I didn't show up at lunch, I sat in the quietness of the school library. It hurt me to do that to him, but I just wanted to wait long enough until he eventually forgets about  what happened, forgets about me.

"Y/n," Mrs. Angel calls. "you seem to be eager about this lesson. Whats the answer?" She says sarcastically.

"Negative 14." I shrug, earning giggles from people across the room.

"That totally makes sense considering this is social studies." Mrs. Angel rolls her eyes.

"If my hand is not raised, I don't know the answer." I state, leaning on my desk. "My hand wasn't raised, so why would you expect the correct answer?"

"I know not to expect anything from you, I just want you to pay attention."

"Not like I will." I mumble, leaning back in my seat again.

"Then its not like you will get a good grade." She smiles triumphantly.

"Just gotta get a good enough grade to pass and graduate this hell."

She ignores me and continues talking about ancient history that will somehow come in handy in life. How does the past pertain to our future? Why do we need to know all this useless shit? What are we going to do, yell facts about how Mesopotamians made the wheel while getting robbed?

The bell finally rings and the hallway fills. Rushing down the hallway to hopefully run into Nix on his way to technology, I bump into many others but don't care enough to say anything. Why should I? Its not like they would.

Caleb Tredos' voice is heard loud and clearly with a few laughs following after. And constantly hearing his insults he uses against Mark, its easy to tell thats who he's tormenting. I eventually pass the corner and see the semi big crowd watching as Caleb does his work. Just seeing him that close to Mark made me want to beat him out of his skin.

(Don't picture that, please XD)

"C'mon, fight back for once." Caleb crossed his arms, a look of amusement on his face. Mark doesn't answer, instead keeps his head down.

"Why don't you ever do anything?" Caleb asks. "Make this fun, I'm getting bored."

Passing the group, I grab Caleb's arm and turn him around to face me. Mark looks up and his eyes widen slightly in shock. I lean in closer towards Caleb, holding a firm grip on his arm. His amused look doesn't shed, its still pinned on his face like a terrible painting a child made for the fridge.

"Do you have a death wish?" I mumble irritability.

"A death wish?" Caleb chuckles. "You're saying you're willing to kill me to protect him?"

"You'd be shocked how far I'm willing to go."

I let go of his arm, keeping eye contact. I take a few steps back before turning back the way I was going before. I could barely take two steps before Caleb was back to the annoying teenage boy he was.

"Are you willing to hop on this dick to protect him?" Caleb smirks.

(I swear, every guy in my grade somehow brings everything back to their dick...)

Stopping in my tracks, Nixon comes into view. I could ignore Caleb and finally ask Nix about his mom. Or I could wait for tonight to ask him and beat the shit out of Caleb now. Nixon looks away from his friends and meets eyes with me before I completely ignored him, turning around.

Before I could take a step towards Caleb, Mark beats me to it, his clenched fist meeting Caleb's jaw. The group around them jump in shock, some pulling their phones out. Mark doesn't stop, and Caleb doesn't fight back. Once I reach the two, I grab Mark's fist, pulling his attention away from Caleb. Our eyes meet and his eyes soften.

I open my mouth to say something but didn't get the chance before Caleb comes from behind Mark, grabbing his hood and pulling him back until he's close enough to pin him against the lockers. I pull Caleb away before he could do anything, fist clenched and full of anger.

"You fucking touch him, I swear to God you will not see the light of day again." I threaten his beaten up face, fighting against the proud grin that was daring to show. Mark actually did that.

"Y/n, come on-"

"Shut up Nixon!" I snap, meeting eyes with my blond brother. "Do something helpful for once and get Mark somewhere away from this bastard."

Nix glares at me before grabbing Marks shoulder and pushing him past the group of people staring in amusement.

"You stay the hell away from him." I say, staring coldly into his bruised eye. "I don't give a fuck if I get expelled, I will make sure you know to keep your distance."

I slowly take a step back before turning around and making my way towards the direction Nix left in hopes to catch up to the two. I wanted to stay away from Mark but I was too worried to walk off. They weren't too far, just standing around the corner.

"When I say get him away, I mean somewhere where Caleb can't do anything to him, you idiot." I scold, walking up to the two.

"Well I need to get to class, I can't go too far on the other side of school." Nix defends.

"Whatever, go be a good kid and get to class on time." I wave him off, turning to Mark. Nix rolls his eyes, turning around and walking down the stairs across from us.

"Y/n-" Mark begins.

"Are you okay?" I interrupt, scanning his form for any marks.

"Yes, I'm fine." He sighs. "Y/n, we really-"

"That was awesome!" I cut him off again. "You actually did something, and you didn't get caught! I need to take lessons from you." I joke, trying my best to push away what Mark was trying to bring up.

"Y/n, please." Mark begs. "We really need to talk about yesterday."

"No we don't." I shake my head, folding my arms and staring at my feet.

"We clearly do if you're avoiding me because of it." Mark says, sounding hurt. "I'm really sorry, I-I don't know what came over me-"

I meet eyes with him again. "You have nothing to be sorry about." I shake my head. He looks back at me doubtfully. "I promise." I grin, cupping the side of his face and pecking him on the lips before turning to make my way to my next class.

I swear, he is too adorable for me to stay upset.