(Mark's P.O.V.)

The last four hours of school have been torturous. All throughout morning classes I've been impatient as all hell. I've been tapping my pencil on my knee so much that during my last morning class I thought it was gonna break. I could barely focus in class, constantly wondering and anticipating who Booper really is. 

Oh my god, this has messed me up good. I'm sitting on one of the benches behind school now, tapping my foot up and down impatiently. He should be here any minute. Who is it? God, I really want to know who he is. Gah! Booper, can you please hurry the hell up? Ugh. Might as well think about my day... 

It's been a good day, classes (though I couldn't focus) taught the normal, though a little more interesting. In history we got to watch a video so that was cool. Oh yeah, and I haven't seen Jack all day, or anyone in his group. Well, I mean, I've seen them but they haven't interacted with me at all. Which is good. It means my shoulder doesn't ache like no tomorrow, so that's awesome. It's just weird. 

Last time I've been ignored by them was a year ago when they just so happened to all be out sick. And they definitely aren't sick today, I've seen all four of them. Ken, Bob, Wade and Jack. All of them in their normal state, doing their normal thing... Except for bullying me. Whatever. It's probably nothing. Maybe one of them decided to cut me some slack or whatever. It doesn't really matter, right now I just want to know who Booper is. 

"Hey!" I gasp, jumping. I didn't realize I had my eyes closed. I turn to my left to see Felix. Of course. 

"What?" I ask, not even replying with a hey. He chuckles. 

"Jeez, what's up snappy? I just wanted to know what you were doing back here." He says. I shrug. 

"You know that metaphoric guy I was asking about?" I ask. He nods. "I'm metaphorically meeting him." I say. Felix chuckles. 

"Ah. Well good luck with that then. Just make the meeting quick, class starts in five minutes." He says. I nod. 

"I'll keep it in mind." I say and with that he walks away, once again leaving me and my anticipation alone. Maybe not the greatest mix, but whatever. I wait for what seems like forever, but is probably only thirty seconds or so, when I hear a noise. Something falling. I look towards the origin of the sound, or the left side of me. Someone's around the corner. 

"Hello?" I ask. Silence. Until the footsteps continue. They walk towards me. I smile. It has to be Booper, has to be. And then someone walks around the corner and stands in front of me. I shoot up, my smile falling. "J... Jack?" I ask. He looks at me with an expression I'm not used to seeing on his face. Enlightenment. 

"Mark." He says in return, rolling the R slightly with his accent, like usual. 

"What are you doing here?" I ask, kind of worried. There isn't any chance... All he does in response is pull out his phone and type. My phone buzzes and I pull it out, looking at the message.

BooperDooper: It's me.

I look up from my phone to see Jack smiling slightly, an actual smile. Not the smirk I'm used to seeing. His phone screen is pointed towards me and I look at it. On it I see my conversation with Booper. Every single conversation. I stare at Jack wide eyed. My words are stuck in my throat. I can't say or do anything. I can't... I don't... I... Jack opens his mouth to speak but I don't listen. I just grab my bag and I run away. I don't run into the school, or even into the schoolyard. I run away, down the sidewalk, towards the apartment. I can't believe it. I told him everything! I trusted him! I thought he was my friend! I had a crush on him!... 

And I think I still do...