marks POV. ;optimistic:
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he is so damn pretty.
with his adorable green hair and always grumpy expression he's one of the sweetest things i've ever laid eyes on.
of course i'm talking about green bean.
i can tell the nickname annoys him, he always does that precious little huff of annoyance whenever i call him it, so naturally, i make sure to say the nickname as much as i can.
i'll admit, he stole a bit of my spark in the coffee shop the other day, but i really am determined to get him more interested in me this time. he's always intrigued me, with his strong opinions and points he'd make in class, how he always seemingly was done with everyone and everything. it really is about time i pay him more attention.
so, on a glorious monday lunch hour, i thought it was the perfect time to bug him.
i plop down next to him, grinning slyly. "heya, green bean."
he shoots me a glare, and i think my heart melted.
he's so cute.
i continue my attempt at conversation. "so- what's someone as interesting as you sitting at a table alone?"
unamused, he raised an eyebrow. "i'm waiting for felix. now if you could please-"
"kjellberg?" i ask, leaning in so i can hear him better over the large chatter of the lunchroom.
he leans away slightly. "uh- yeah. can you- leave, please?"
i'm about to make some cocky remark about how i think he actually wants me to stay, but something stops me when i see his hand, fingers tightly wadded together in form of a fist.
and i immediately remember a conversation wade and i had awhile back.
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"what do you know about that jack guy? you know, the one who just dyed his hair green?"wade furrows his eyebrows in thought, trying to remember who mark was talking about. his eyes lit up when he realized.
"oh yeah! mcloughlin? cool guy, strong personality, but he's a major pessimist, i think. he's got slight anger issues too, nothing too bad. it's not like he'll hit you or anything, you can just kinda piss him off or make him lose his patience pretty easily."
mark bit his lip, nodding lightly. "thanks, got it."
wade took a sip of his water bottle. "why do you ask?"
mark grins, showing off his pearly white teeth. "just curious."
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i cleared my throat. jack really was trying his best not to get mad, and i appreciated it. "well, i guess i'll go. see you in english." i wink, standing up and walking back across the lunchroom towards my regular table.
jack and i are in the same english class, which is right after lunch, and he's only a seat ahead of me. this gives me the excuse of 'dropping' my pencil, and i politely ask him to pick it up and hand it to me. he gets pretty annoyed if i do it too much, so naturally i do it more.
but that's besides the point.
mrs. schuyler clapped her hands loudly to grab our attention, smiling as she did so. "hello everyone. i'm sure you enjoyed lunch and speaking with your friends, but now it's time to work. today, we have a new partner project!"
teachers pets perked up, some kids audibly groaned and complained quietly. mark just smiled contentedly.
he loved english.
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Fanfiction"you are one kinky motherfucker, you know that?" mark grinned, leaning back into the couch and propping his feet up on the coffee table. "i know, but i don't see you complaining." the story about an oddly adorable pessimist, a loving, cocky optimist...