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Highschool AU

[Pastel!Mark x Jock!Dark]

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Fluff

Heyo peepers! This was edited and finished by me, Autumn_Trash, Okiebye

Mark's POV

I groaned as the alarm went off, lazily rolling over in my bed and reaching over and groggily searching for its snooze button so I could hit it.

I forced myself to sit up in bed, stretching before groggily flopping myself out of bed and to the floor, literally.

I dragged my almost dead body to the bathroom, getting ready for school.

After showering, brushing my teeth, and doing some other things in my morning routine, I wrapped a towel around myself and looked at myself in the mirror as I floofed up my hair, not being -or feeling- as dead as I was before, before I made my way out of the bathroom and to my wardrobe,

I hummed a small tune to myself as I opened my wardrobe, seeing a set of flower crowns placed neatly in it.

I smiled as I took a pastel blue flower crown with me, closing my wardrobe afterwards.

I then headed to my closet, opening and spectating the clothes I have.

I stared over them a little bit longer, trying to figure out what the actual hell I was going to wear today before I smiled as I found the one the shirt I wanted to wear for the day. I took out my pastel pink shirt with long sleeves that went below my crotch and a white skirt.

After I finished dressing myself, I went in front of the mirror and placed the flower crown over my head, adjusting it slightly so it didn't slip off that easily and so that it looked absolutely perfect.

I hummed as I smoothed out my shirt and my skirt, before taking my bag and heading out of my bedroom for school.

School wasn't that bad, honestly. Most of the people there either support whatever I chose to do or mind their own business.

I took a piece of sandwich that my mom made from the kitchen table, continuing my humming while savoring the taste of the sandwich. I walked out of the house after scribbling a little note onto a sticky note and putting it on the kitchen table for my mom.

I noticed that some people were looking at me but I ignored them, They were obviously not in that group of 'most people' I mentioned earlier.

I soon reached my school, and I walked in with a sigh knowing I wouldn't be coming out anytime soon, I made my way to my locker and put my bag inside before grabbing the things I needed for my first period, I walked to class and saw I was a little early, so I took my seat and I then took out my sketchbook, putting my forearm over it and making sure no one was looking before I started sketching. I was always insecure about my drawing and I will always tried my best to not let anyone see them because of that.

I sketch a girl with long hair, a flower crown on her head as she was petting her dog. Only drawing the upper part of her body and the head of a dog.

I continue sketching, then shading, putting a piece of paper first under my hand so it won't get my sleeve and my hand dirty, my eyebrows furrowed in concentration while I finished it up.

I was almost done and was about go sign my signature, a common thing for me even when no one was going to see it, when my sketchbook was rudely snatched away from me, a scribble was off to the left side of it because my hand moved, and I knew that was going to be a pain to erase later.

I was surprised at first, but I snapped my head up to see who was the jerk that did it, so I could tell them off for touching my sketchbook.

Standing in front of me was a man, probably a head taller than me, looking at my drawing as he smirked, looking down at me.

"Not bad, flower boy.." The man smirked, his voice smooth like butter.

I rolled my eyes at him. Dark Fischbach, a jock in my school, and a high key jerk. He was wearing his normal attire.

You know, the clothes that he'd usually wear, the jacket with his team number on it, the black pants, all of that.

"What do you want, Dark?" I spit his name like it was the most disgusting in this world

Which it is.

Dark rolled his eyes "oh, c'mon now flower boy. I just wanna look at your sketches...." Dark smirked as he began flipping through my sketchbook, seeing one after other for like five seconds before going to the other.

Oh no, crap. Crap crap crap crap crap.

My eyes widened as I realized that I had a sketch of him playing basketball while I was waiting for my mother and I sketched him out of so many people that was playing basketball.

I just had to draw him....and now his looking through my sketchbook.

I could only pray that he doesn't recognized that it's him or I am dead.

But of course, I draw realistic so it could be impossible for him to not recognize that it's him.

I gulped when he landed on a certain page, his smirk widen as he stared at that page longer than the rest.

Oh crap. He found the page.

He looked at it for a little while longer before lifting his head from it, smirking with an eyebrow raised.

"I didn't know you were interested in me, little flower....'

I didn't know why but my face heated up, looking to the side ".. S-shut up.... I'm n-not" I muttered softly, hoping that Dark wouldn't see me blushing

But Dark saw it, seeing as it was obvious enough.

"Aw, the little flower boy is blushing, how cute.." Even without seeing his face, I could tell that he was smirking.

Before I could protest back, we heard the door opened and the teacher came in, shouting at us to return to our seats, all the kids including Dark scrambled back to their seats, taking my sketchbook with him.

I wanted to snatch it out of his hands but the teacher is very strict, which sucks, because no excuses were allowed in his class, apparently.

Oh well, at least I have drawing paper with me.

I took out my drawing paper as I began to sketch, not bothering listening to the teacher because it was the same thing that he taught yesterday.

I already understood it so what's the point in listening again?

I set my drawing paper on a book, putting the paper on top of the book as I sharpen my pencil, before sketching, my heart was still dropped to my stomach as the thought of Dark having my sketchbook swam around in my head, as well as all of the possible things that he could do to ruin it.

After a while, I felt something bounce of my head and to the table, I looked down, only to see a crumpled up paper on my table.

Raising an eyebrow, I opened up the paper, only to see a message.

Meet me in the back of the school if you want your sketchbook back, little flower
Dark

I furrowed my eyebrows, It was a little risky, but after a little bit of arguing with myself, I decided that I was going meet him after school anyways, I needed my sketchbook back before he showed it off to anyone else or he did anything else with it.

I shot a glance to Dark, who was twirling a pencil around between his fingers and smirking towards me, I rolled my eyes and crumpled up the paper again before shoving it inside of my bag, I saw him let out a small laugh through his nose before turning to look at the teacher, not like he was paying attention or anything though.

I sighed and continued drawing on the paper, I was sure today was going to suck, and it was going to be all because of that stupid jock.

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I swallowed thickly as the last bell of the day rang out, I slowly picked up my things from the floor and I made sure to be even slower while I packed them up. I was dreading going to go meet Dark, but it was something that had to be done. Well, not really, but I just wanted my sketchbook back.

I grabbed my things and walked out of the classroom and to my locker, cursing quietly to myself when I messed up my combination several times, something that hadn't happened since I first got my locker.

I shoved the things I didn't need in my locker and grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder and letting out a long sigh before I shut my locker and reset my lock.

I played with my sleeves and tugged down my skirt, my nervous habits coming at me full fold. Someone bumped into my shoulder as they rushed through the hallway, muttering a small apology before continuing on and bumping into several other people.

I shut my eyes took one last deep breath "Okay, you can do this Mark", I whispered to myself and started to walk to the doors that led to the back of the school.

I kept tugging on my skirt and floofing up my hair unnecessarily, when I finally reached the doors, I ran all of the possibilities through my head again.

He could have brought his friends so he could beat me up or something, he could have torn my sketchbook just to see me suffer, he could have-

Or... he could have just wanted to give it back to me and nothing will happen to me.

I repeated that thought in my mind and pushed open the doors, I saw him leaning against the wall with my sketchbook in his hands, looking over every detail or a certain page. He was looking at that one sketch, I bet.

"You really are something, aren't you, flower boy?" I furrowed my brows and took a step outside the door, I stood straighter as I walked over to him, putting up the best tough act that I possibly could as I held my hand out and looked to him with indifference.

"Okay, I came here, and you told me you'd give me back my sketchbook if I did, s-so give it" I fidgeted with my skirt with my other hand before I moved it up to squeeze the strap to my bag, his stupid smirk widened and he grabbed my hand, I gasped and tried to pull it out of his grasp, he intertwined our fingers forcefully and yanked his hand back so the back of it would be against the wall and I would be forced to get a little too close for comfort to him since our hands were together. It all happened so fast that I could barely process it at the same speed.

"W-What are you doing? s-stop..." He leaned in closer so our noses were almost touching and I could smell his scent of his after shave, the smell of a fire with marshmallows roasting over it, the-

I stopped myself from thinking anymore about it as the blush that was already on my face reddened and spread to the tips of my ears. "And why should I do that, flower boy?" I let out a small squeak as my response and he chuckled, he pulled my body closer and held my sketchbook out above his head "Why don't you just take it if you can't say it, sweetheart?" I blushed and gulped before I looked up to where he held my sketchbook.

Curse him and his stupid height.

He held tighter to my hand and I looked away from him, he dropped my sketchbook to the ground and I swallowed down the lump that was forming in my throat, what was he going to do to it? Was he going to ruin all those hours I spent on it? Make me watch all of my hard work and precious time go down the drain?

Dark grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at his face and into his eyes, he wiped away the tears that I didn't even know had fallen with the pad of his thumb and kissed me gently, my eyes widened in the shock of how gentle he was being and my entire body froze up, he pulled away from the kiss and let me go completely, before crouching down and grabbing my sketchbook, tossing it to me gently. I caught it after fumbling with it a bit, the shock of what the actual hell just happened settling in on me.

He grabbed his bag and I watched him wave to me as he made his way away from me"Draw something for me, okay flower boy? And meet me after school right here tomorrow too" I nodded mindlessly and let out a hum as he walked off. I blinked a couple times and brushed my fingertips over my lips, staring off in a daze as I still felt the feeling of his lips against mine.

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