(Mark's P.O.V.)

I walk into the unused classroom again. I got to school extra early so I can try to talk to Jack again. I barely got any sleep last night; I was so worried about him. All of my thoughts are just consumed with Jack. I can't think about what I want for dinner without my mind drifting to how he's doing, and if he's eating, and if so if he's eating enough. I swear to god if he's starving himself, I'm gonna be so pissed. 

See? There I go again. Anything. Anything and everything is just Jack, Jack, Jack. I'm just so worried... I close the door behind me, enveloping the room in darkness. And, as I suspected, Jack is sitting there the exact same way he was yesterday. He's wearing different clothes, so I know he went home, and that he's at least somewhat functional still. But other than that, he just seems broken. 

I walk up to him, sitting down next to him. But I don't touch him. Don't want a repeat of yesterday, now do we? I sigh, putting my head back. 

"Hey." I say simply. No reply. "Wade said he's gonna tell me what's been going on." Nothing. "I'm really sorry about whatever I did. I don't even know what it was." Silence. "Listen, I want to help. I love you so much, and I know you're broken and hurting, but I am too. I want to help and talk to you, and I want to let you cry into my shoulder. I want to help you feel better, and be happy. But I can't do any of that if you don't talk to me." I say, looking at him. But he says nothing. He doesn't even look at me. 

So I look at him. His hair is disheveled, his clothes hastily put on. But really, all I look at, are his eyes. His beautiful, beautiful, baby blue eyes. The ones that are normally filled with happiness and energy, are filled with sadness and are dull. No light shines in those blue orbs anymore. No crystals glitter in that ocean. It's just flat, and dull, and gray, and sad. So I just stand up, and walk towards the door. Before I do, I look back and I say one more time... 

"I love you." Nothing though. So I walk out of the room, heading towards math. Once I get there I notice that Jack's desk was taken away, and I can't help but be grateful.

***

"What's been going on?" 

"Hi to you too." Wade chuckles, sitting down on the bench at the back of the school. I stand in front of him, looking at him expectantly. He said he'd tell me what was going on, I want to know. And I think he gets that. "Alright, fine. I'll tell you. Just stop moving around and sit down." He says as I shift my weight from one foot to the other. I hesitate, but finally sigh and sit next to him. "Alright. Now, I actually have to go. But Felix said he'll be here in a minute to tell you." He says. 

I groan, but nod, understanding. I got Ann to take my shift today thankfully, so I can talk to these guys and then talk to Mrs. McLoughlin and Kate later. I really hope I can finally get some answers. I wait patiently, bobbing my knee up and down as I wait for Felix. And after about six minutes, he shows up, standing in front of the bench. 

"Alright. I'm gonna be clear and straightforward and I want a clear and straightforward answer, alright?" He asks, completely serious. I nod quickly. "If I tell you who did it, would you go after them?" He asks then. I scoff, nodding. 

"Of course!" I say. I want to get back at whoever did this, make them pay. Jack doesn't deserve any of this shit. 

"Alright. Then I'm not saying who did it." He says. My eyes widen. 

"What?!" I yell, standing. Felix holds his hands up in defense. 

"Mark, you'd be biting off more than you can chew. Alright?" He asks. I stare down at him, wanting to just force him to tell me, but I eventually nod and sit back down. 

"What was going on?" I ask softly. Felix exhales, putting his hands down before looking back at me. 

"Jack was being bullied..." He whispers. My eyes widen and I so want to ask who did it, but I bite my tongue. "It's been going on since the beginning of the school year." 

"And you've known that entire time?" I ask. He hesitates, but nods. "And you didn't do anything?" I ask another question, getting both sad and angry. He shakes his head, looking at the ground. 

"He had a point. Telling someone would do nothing, and..." He sighs, hesitating before looking up at me. "He begged us not to tell you Mark. Literally, begged and cried. I couldn't just tell you behind his back." He says then. I nod, understanding. But why? I could have helped. I could have made it better. I could've... Just given him another thing to worry about. 

"Alright." I whisper then, standing up. "Well I gotta go. Thanks for telling me Felix." I say then, and he nods, walking away towards the front of the school while I walk away towards the McLoughlin residence. 

A/N: I just finished this so unless I forget expect somewhat regular updates =)