I guess I'll be uploading everyday if I can. Why not. Thanks to GaoGod for his mother's name.
Before anyone asks, yes, I have been in the situation that SM's in. Although, my dad did not die and I had support from my immediate family. It was really hard living like that for 2-3 months. It's a very long story involving my Aunts and their will to frame me and my mother for abuse. It's been 3 years and I still don't forgive them. Jumping around from school to school.
You know, I am going to my fourth high school for my senior year. Not being able to be in a stable relationship. It hurts.
Le sigh.
This story is my way of coping.
3 years and counting.
Music: Only You – The Platters, Flashing Lights – Kanye West, Best I Ever Had – Drake
Mark is 15 until later on.
Rated T for Minimum Cringe
0825h, December 3rd, 2013: Unnamed High School
The bell rang for class and all the students rushed to their respective homerooms. Mark had eaten his breakfast and met the foot traffic in the hallway. He quickly walked to his classroom. He quietly strolled to his desk and aptly waited for class to start.
Being as his desk was behind Robin's and Brian's, he had a full view of their affection.
He said nothing.
The teacher was waiting for everyone to settle down.
She cleared her throat.
"Alright class, before we start, I would to check your projects. Please speak up if you emailed them to me."
Olivia Borden went to check everyone's papers and stopped at Mark's desk.
"Do you have your report?"
"No."
"Typical." She said in a demeaning tone.
Mark quelled his anger and decided to bottle it up for later.
"Hey, um, Ms Borden?"
"Yes?"
"Mark has informed me that he doesn't have a computer and thus, could not complete this assignment. I was wondering if you could give him an extension so he could complete it."
"Oh Robin, why would I do that. He knows that the school has a library. He could go there after school."
Knowing what he did after school, Robin bit her lip trying to find an answer.
"I have things to do after school."
"And what's that?"
"Homework."
"Not mine though."
"Can you hear?"
Olivia, tired of his sarcasm, directly addressed him angrily.
"Who do you think you are?"
"Who do you think I am?"
"A-"
"Just give him until tomorrow. I promise he will complete it."
Olivia let in a sharp intake of air.
"Fine, but he only gets 70%! Mr. Goodman, are you alright with that?"
He stared her dead in the face.
"I guess."
Deciding that she couldn't win, Olivia went to check on the other students.
Turning around in her seat, Robin addressed him.
"You know, you don't have to be a jerk all the time. Lighten up. And you're not going the "gym" today. You're coming to my house.-"
"Why is he going to your house?" Brian asked, getting defensive.
"He has to do the report."
"But why your house, why not a public place?"
"If you're worried that I'll get him angry, then you've succeeded in proving my point."
"And what's that?"
"You don't trust me."
Brian paled when she said that.
"N-No. It's not that I don't trust you-it's that I don't trust him."
Staying silent, Mark grinned internally at the altercation.
"At least let me come over. Please."
"Don't you have football practice or something?"
"I can skip."
"That's stupid."
"But-"
"Listen! I promise, on my life, that I will not hurt your girlfriend, Brian."
"Your promise means nothing!"
Mark stood up, taking Brian's challenge.
"Both of you, stop."
Mark sat down, heeding her plea.
"Brian, honey, you should really sit down." She said sweetly.
Instead, he marched to Mark's desk.
"Listen, Junkrat, lay a finger on my girl and your life is done. Got it?"
"Got it."
"Good."
The rest of the day went without problems.
1500h December 3rd, 2013: Same place
The bell had rung. Students were filing out of their classrooms to go home, to clubs, to practice, or to loiter. Mark tried to quietly walk out of the school.
"You're not going anywhere, mister. You have to do the report."
"Or else your reputation is on the line?"
"And yours."
"What reputation do I have?"
She really didn't want to answer that question.
They walked to his mother's car in silence.
"Ah, I knew it Mark! You do have a girlfriend."
"She not my-"
"Sorry Ms. Goodman, I am taken."
"Call me Sally."
"Okay… I am asking your permission to help him with his report."
"You could've just taken him, sweety. He won't object."
Blushing, Robin couldn't answer.
"Mom. Stop. Here."
He pulled out a roll of bills of his bookbag and counted $500.
"Go have fun."
He took out $200 more.
"And please, buy me a phone."
He closed the door and walked away before she could respond.
"Hey, wait up!"
"Hm?"
"What was that for?"
"I gave her a reason to leave us alone. What more do you want?"
"You didn't have to do it like that? What if she starts asking questions?"
"I'll tell her I'm a drug dealer. It's more believable."
"What am I going to do with you? DON'T ANSWER THAT!" She noticed he opened his mouth.
"Fine. Any ideas on what I should base my project on?"
"Some you care about."
"Why?"
"DO you have any other hobbies you want to write about?"
"Hm, guess not."
They walked down the street in silence.
Turning a corner, he asked.
"Hey, does Brian know that you can fight?"
"I haven't mentioned it to him."
He chuckled.
"Guess that whole thing this morning wouldn't happened if he knew."
They shared a laugh together.
"What's our Win and Loss number?"
"Oh, har dee har har. You know what it is."
"But I want to hear you say it." He said, smugly.
"22 to 30."
He laughed even louder.
"Wanna make up those 8 matches?" He chuckled.
"You're a jerk, you know that?!"
"Always, Reuben."
"Don't call me that!"
She smirked slyly.
"You know what, Markiemoo, I never took you as a flirt." She smiled as his face welled up with anger and embarrassment.
Finally approaching her house, she took out her keys.
"My parents don't know you're here."
"Why didn't you tell them?"
"They were at work."
"Cool."
Robin opened the door and welcomed him in.
"Wait in the living room. I have to get my laptop."
"Why can't I use the home desktop?"
"My dad put a virus on it."
"How?"
"Let's just say that my parents don't only have fun in their room."
"Oh. OH! Wow. Who would've thought?"
Robin sighed.
"Yeah. I'll be back."
She walked up the stairs and stopped midway.
"And don't go on the computer!"
"You're no fun!"
And that's where we're ending it.
Review please. I would like to know your opinion. Next chapter is fluffy so get ready.
-Mr. Midnight Prince