Jack still felt someone staring at him and moved his head away from his note book, he sighed when he heard people were saying about mark it wasn't a surprise for jack to hear them. He looked around when he caught the person who was staring at him was no other than....mark Fischbach.... Himself. And her again Mark's brown eyes met jacks blue ones. A light blush tinted on his cheeks, but for some reason.... He didn't move his eyes away from Jack's...

Jack was the first to look away, 'why was he staring at Me like that?' He thought. He shook his head trying to ignore it and get back to writing notes. Mark felt.... Rejected... He'd never felt that... Not in a long time anyway. A sigh escaped his lips as he shifted his eyes back to his notebook and realized what he had sketched. He had sketched Jack's blue eyes.... 'Jack, what are you doing to me?' Mark thought as he lowered his head.

Jack sighed when the bell rung, he got up out of seat and grabbed his book bag and walked out the class and walked out of the school and started to walk home. Mark sprinted from the classroom and from school to get home on time before his parents killed him...

While jack was on his way home, he heard someone running from behind him and moved out of the way to see mark running down the side walk. Jack blinked and shrugged before continuing to walk to walk home. Mark ran past jack, his thoughts focussing on the Irish male and not on the sidewalk, so....as if his day could get any worse.... He tripped...just a few feet from jack too....

Jack saw mark trip and giggled a bit. He walked over to mark, "you ok?" He asked nicely. Mark flitched as he heard the familiar Irish accent of jack. "I'm fine" he replied sounding a bit harsh, not purposely. So he cleared his throat and repeated "I'm fine" this time mumbling a 'thanks' at the end.