"You take advice from cosmopolitan now?" Robin asks, lifting an eyebrow.

"Hey," Jack says shifting his eyes away from Mark. "Not like I can get advice from you,"

"I have a girlfriend ya' know?"

"Okay but when you can flirt with a guy come get me,"

Robin shrugs, forking in a piece of salad into his mouth. "Yeah, yeah, okay. Just what are you doing?"

Jack leans in, trying to keep the conversation just between the two of him. "I found this article, "How to get a guy in five days" and considering it's my last summer here I figured might as well go in to get laid,"

"How do you even know he's gay?"

"He's been rumored to have sucked head in the locker room,"

"Every football players been through that rumor once,"

"Yeah... maybe every football player happens to be violently gay. You don't know," Jack says shaking his head. "Completely possible,"

"Doubtful but whatever," Robin nods.

"Come on I've sucked a football players dick in the locker room? Don't you think I should go for this?" Jack raises his eyebrows. "He's Mark fucking Fishbach. What's holding me back?"

"Public humiliation, fear, STD's, your not so great reputation as the gay school slut,"

"First off I'm not a cunt; I'll use protection. Second, my reputation is nothing,"

Robin rolls his eyes, annoyed that Jack missed the point. "Exactly. Mark Fishbach goes for the reckless,"

Jack tilts his head past Robins face, getting a good view at Mark. That statement was very true. "He's dated one person and besides is the gay school slut not reckless enough for him,"

"I don't know. He's Mark Fishbach, probably not,"

"Fine," Jack smirks, looking back at Robin, who now looks slightly fearful. "I'll just have to go all out for day one,"

"What exactly is day one?"

"Oh you'll see,' Jack says, standing up. "But to be honest, I have no idea,"

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Day One: Be Memorable

That was easy. Jack had originally planned to go in asking for a pencil but then accidentally stabbing himself, which now, in retrospect, seemed extremely pathetic and, well, painful. Besides Robin had made a good point. Mark didn't go for anyone. He went for the scum of the school floor and with a perfect report card and a spotless record Jack didn't really fit into his agenda. The only he thing he really had going for him was the everyone knew he had casual sex pretty often.

"What are you wearing?" Jacks younger sister stands slack jawed in the doorway.

"Trying something new is all," he turns on his heel and in full glory, her jaw drops even lower.

"What has this imposter done with my gay older brother?" She takes a step forward, eyebrow lifted. "Where did his graphic t-shirts and pastels go?"

"Oh fucking trust me they're still there but I'm in a mood,"

"A mood to get fucked by top football player Mark Fishbach?" On the last word Jacks face goes beet red. "Heard you talking with Robin and besides who wouldn't want to. I mean I've thought about it," she shrugs and takes a seat on his bed.

"First off, no," Jack turns to look at her. "Second off think this is good?"

She tilts her head in thought. "It's pretty hot but you need to tussle your hair. Its too perfect," she stands up and ruffles up the green mop on his head and upon looking back in the mirror he sees that she was right.

"Damn," he nods. "Thanks,"

She smiles from behind him. "No problem but I'd stop checking out yourself in the mirror because your gonna be late," she smiles and turning to the clock Jack leaps from his skin.

"Shit," he yells, throwing on his backpack. "Did I miss the bus?"

"Duh," she says.

"Fuck," Jack shakes his head, "Okay have a good day Mal, I'm just gonna run,"

Well, Jack thinks. This at least will be memorable for me.

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"Woah," Robin mumbles when Jack jogs into the gym. "You look like..." he stops himself.

"Bad? I had to run here to get on time," Jack says, very obviously out of breath.

"Actually you look good. Sweaty, but good,"

"Yeah?" Jack puts his hands on his knees. "I'll take it,"

      "Out of breath already? We haven't even started," Felix comes over and slaps him on the back.

     "I had to run," Jack stands up, looking at him. "Late,"

     "Hmm," Felix rubs his chin. "What's got you all fancied up?" Jack rolls his eyes. Had everyone noticed?

"My goddamn self," he says pursing his lips and Robin has to stifle a chuckle.

Felix puts his hands up in defense. "Didn't need the attitude Mcloughlin. Just giving a compliment is all," he smirks. "If you ever need me again I recommend that outfit. It's sexy as hell,"

"Get the fuck out Felix," Jack points to the opposite end of the gym and Felix laughs, walking off.

"What the hell did he just say to you?" Robin asks, raising an eyebrow.

Jack shrugs. "I call him on occasion to hook up. Nothing serious. We aren't dating,"

Robins mouth drops. "Look I know you're know as the gay slut of the school but really? Felix?"

"He'd asked once before and well he wasn't bad so I call him every once in a while,"

      "Hell you are really the school slut aren't you? How are you not riddled with STDs?"

"Hey," Jack says. "I'm smart,"

Robin rolls his eyes. "Okay Ja-,"

"Everyone get running," The gym teacher suddenly screams, causing everyone to jump. "Where are your clothes Sean? You can't run in those,"

"Forgot my clothes sir," Jack says and they shake their head.

"You better be able to run,"

"Of course I can," Jack sends him a smile as he starts a comfortable jog, joining the  others. Quickly he realizes he most definitely can not run in skinny jeans. "Jesus I'm going to die," he mutters to himself and feeling a hand on his back he turns to look, only to see Felix.

"Can't be too bad," he smiles.

"It definitely is. You wouldn't believe how much I want to die righ-," Suddenly the floor becomes extremely close to Jacks face as he plummets down, his legs twisting over one another.

"Woah stay down," Mark says rushing to his side but it's all Jack can do to keep awake. "Your foreheads bleeding like crazy,"

Jack reaches up to touch his forehead and his fingers come back red. He hadn't even known it was bleeding.

"Woah," he mumbles. "Fuckin' crazy man," then the world goes black.

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Day Two: Have a conversation

This one might be slightly more difficult, considering his bandaged forehead and crutches. He still didn't understand how he managed to bust open his forehead and fracture his ankle just by tripping over his own two feet. Not to mention the fact he was dead tired considering he got back from the emergency room at one in the morning.

"I still don't think you should go sweetie," his mom says.

"I don't want to miss my classes," Now on any other day he'd be begging to miss class but he had a mission. A mission to get laid by the hottest guy in school, but then again, you don't tell your mother that.

"Oh honey I just worry,"

"Don't. Felix is going to pick me up and take me to school so no bus and no running. There's nothing to worry about," Jack says cringing at Felix name. Personally he'd rather crawl to school but Felix had a car and he knew the only way he'd be able to go was if someone drove him.

"Felix is such a nice boy. I like him," She smiles and Jack chuckles to himself. She wouldn't like him if she heard how he talked to her son.

"He's good, yeah," Jack looks out the window to see his minivan. "Oh look he's here. See you mom," she kisses him goodbye and gimping out the door Felix laughs from the front seat.

"Man you got fucked," he says looking at him. "Why are you even here today?"

Crawling into the car Jack shrugs. "I have a mission,"

Driving away Felix shakes his head. "Knowing your history, I'm not even going to ask,"

       Feeling a buzz in his pocket Jack pulls out his phone.

Robin: Are you going today?

Jack: Most definitely

Robin: That's stupid

Robin: You looked about half dead

Jack: First off fuck you. Second off I got a mission Robby boy

Robin: How do you fuck someone with a fractured ankle again?

Jack: ...

Robin: That's what I thought

    "You ya' textin'?" Felix asks leaning over and Jack bats him away.

   "Look at the road you nosy fuck,"

   "Not to lie you cussing at me is a serious turn on," Felix says as he pulls into the school parking lot and Jack turns to him, face twisted into disgust.

   "Bye Felix," he says opening his car door and hopping out. "Go burn," he gives a curt nod and swirling around he comes face to face with Mark.

"I didn't expect to see you here,"

Seeing Mark in front of him he subconsciously checks off day two. "Me neither,' Jack laughs.

"Here let me carry that," Mark says reaching for Jacks bag and handing it to him there fingers brush causing electricity to shoot through Jacks skin. "You went down hard yesterday," Mark says as they began to walk. "What happened?"

"Tripped over my own two goofy feet causing a fractured ankle and lacerated forehead,"

Mark sighs. "That sucks ass,"

"I would say,"

Once at the locker rooms Mark stops him. "Hey I know this might be a bit much but I'm having a party at my place. You should come and bring your friend... what's his name?"

"Robin,"

"Yeah bring him. Should be fun. Tomorrow, starts at eight,"

Jack nods, secretly dying inside. He was in for a ride.

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Day Three: Hint that you like him

Now by day three Jack was starting to think this whole process what beginning to be a bit dumb. It had gotten him one broken ankle, two headaches and about ten percent progress.

Robin: Why are you going? This is a terrible idea

Jack: We're going

Jack: and shut up I'm smart

Robin: Be at your house in ten

Jack: See ya soon

Looking in the mirror Jack debates his outfit for the tenth time that night. It was black skinny jeans, ripped holes in the knees. The jeans were paired with a retro black shirt that had a vintage planet theme on it and for once he was actually question his clothing choices. Was this good enough?

He'd never been formally invited to a Fishbach party. Not saying he'd never been but he's certainly never been told to come, he normally just crashed with someone in one of the rooms. (Comfy beds there)

"Robins here!" His sister shouts from downstairs and taking a deep breath he looks at himself in the mirror. Ruffle the hair and get going.

"Coming," he yells down to her as he hobbles down the steps. She meets him at the bottom, a smile on her face.

"I expect twenty bucks on my pillow if you want a medicore cover and twenty five if you want a sound proof one. Your choice,"

"Twenty five," he confirms and she smiles. He definitely didn't need to be caught considering his mother was barley letting him out of her sight.

"Have fun," she says opening the door and gimping out to Robins brothers car he takes shotgun.

Getting a good look at him Robin shakes his head. "Once again this is a terrible idea,"

"Just drive," Jack says rolling his eyes. "I've got a mission,"

"Or I could drive right to my house where we could study for that fun algebra test," Robin says giving Jack a thumbs up.

"You are my best friend and I care for you but you can a be a real party pooper," Jack says.

Robin caves, starting the car. "Fine but we're staying for an hour only,"

"An hour? What are we fifty?"

"No but you just happen to have a fractured ankle and a bloody forehead,"

Jack shrugs, he can't argue with that one.

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On arrival Jack sees much fewer cars than he expected. Wasn't this suppose to be a rager?

"This is it right?" Jack asks and looking at his phone, then up at the house, Robin nods.

"Yeah... why?"

"Thought there'd be more cars,"

"Well since we aren't early, or on time, I think this is about it,"

"Weird but okay, lets just go," Jack says opening the door and hopping out. Using his crutches Robin helps him to the front.

Not so confidently Jack knocks, waiting a few minutes before someone comes to the door.

"Jack," Mark smiles. "I didn't think you would come,"

"Oh sorry," Jack blushes and Mark motions them in and quickly Jack sees he's dressed very casual. A loose pair of yoga pants, a t-shirt and flannel. What was this?

"Everyones out back so you can join them. I'm just going to grab a few more Caprisuns," Mark pauses before grabbing them. "You guys cool with that?"

Caprisuns? Now Jack was definitely confused.

"That sounds good," Robin says.

"Awosme you mind helping me?" He asks motioning to Robin, who nods and takes a box outside. Jack trailing.

      "Did you get more?" A girl asks, standing up and Mark laughs, tossing her one.

      Setting down the box Mark motions to them. "This is Jack and this is Robin,"

      Looking at the crowd Jack sees that he knows very few. Out of the six he's seen only two around school.

      "That's Tracy, Noah, Joy, Scarlett and Eric and then Jonathan is in the bathroom,"

     Jack nods, still too confused to say anything.

     "How come I don't know any of you?" Robin asks, taking a seat in a chair that Mark provided.

    "Me, Scarlett, Joy, and Noah all are in college. Started last year," Tracy says sipping her drink.

    "Oh really?" Robin asks and soon the five of them are evolved in a conversation.

    Mark leans over. "I know this isn't what you expect but I hope you can still have fun," he whispers.

    "No no its fine. It's probably a better for me anyway,"

    "Good," Mark says settling back into his chair. "Figured I get to know you,"

    "Out of pity?" Jack says motioning to his leg and Mark laughs.

    "No no you seem... interesting,"

    "I don't know what about me is interesting but I'll take what I can get," Jack says smiling.

     "Well you're about the only kid in our school to have neon green hair, you're openly gay with a very apparent reputation and you have a hand done tattoo of a lotus flower behind your ear," Mark says. "That not interesting enough for ya'?"

"Reputation?" Tracy says drawn from their conversation. "Now what would that mean?"

Mark chuckles along with Robin, while everyone else has their eyes glued on Jack.

"Gay school slut," Jack says.

"School slut?" Joy mumbles. "Why that?"

"I have sex with basically anyone who'll ask for it,"

"He's basically a prostitute," Robin says and Jack thwacks him on the arm.

"I am not a prostitute. I don't ask for money or favors I just do it. No strings attached," Jack says trying to defend himself.

"You know I do get that vibe from you," Noah tilts his head. "I think you've got that look in your eyes,"

"The let's get fifty STD's by the time I'm eighteen look," Scarlett says laughing and Jacks face burns red.

"Bet you're already halfway there," Eric says nudging Noah.

"No I'm not like-," Jack tries to interrupt their stream of words but he's pushed out as Joy joins in.

"Bet you've got a separate phone for all those favors," she bounces her eyebrows at the word 'favors'.

"Okay I'm done here," Jack says getting his crutches. "Thank you for inviting me Mark," he says. "Robin let's go," Glaring at them all he joins Jack. "What a fucking joke," Jack growls as he hobbled his way back out to the front. As Robin opens Jacks door, he goes around and climbs in but before Jack can too, he hears Mark yelling.

     "Jack wait," he says dashing down the grass. "Stop please. I'm sorry," Leaning on the car for support he turns around to look at Mark. "They're not normally such assholes... I think it's the lack of alcohol," He draws his eyes up, smirking slightly but Jacks not having it.

     "No fuck you Mark. I get enough shit at school about being the gay school whore I don't need it outside of school too. It's just bullshit,"

    Marks face drops. "Okay too soon," he says. "This wasn't a set up to make fun of you, I swear,"

    "You know I actually use to like you but now I think you're nothing but a jack ass," Getting into the car Robin gives him the finger and they drive off, music blaring.

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Day Four: Get some G-rated time alone

      At this point Jack wasn't sure why he was even still looking at the steps, it just made him bitter.

      "Honey are you okay?" His mom comes into the room suddenly, making him jump. "You look pale,"

       Jack rolls his eyes. "We're Irish we're always pale,"

      "Well that's true," she chuckles taking a seat beside him. "You just seem kinda upset," her soft grins almost makes Jack tell her absolutely everything but he stops himself. His mom had no idea of his second slut life at school. She knew Sean not Jack.

     "I'm okay," he shrugs turning off his phone. "You didn't have to take off work you know,"

     "You're right, I didn't have to, but I know the reason you didn't go to the school today was not because of your leg," she says and Jack nods his head.

     "Moms are good,"

     "It's our job," she says sitting up, crossing her legs. "So we can either talk it out and then go out to have a fun day around town or we can sit here awkwardly staring at each other until you tell me why you won't go to school,"

    "Does that fun day include ice cream?" Jack asks, raising his eyebrows and his mom smiles.

"Only if you tell me what's bothering you,"

Jack groans, pulling the blanket over his head. "It's complicated,"

"Well we have all day so spill," His mom says, pulling the blanket away from his face.

"There's too much to tell," he says.

"Okay fine. Give me the checkpoints. Five words to describe the situation and then we can go get ice cream and nachos,"

"Five words?" Jack asks and his mom nods. "Okay, Cosmopolitan, school slut, football and..." Jack thinks. How could he get Mark in without giving him away? "Fishbach," he decides and she puts a finger to her chin.

"The football player?"

Jack's mouth drops. "What? How'd you know that?"

"I'm a mom," she says before leaning forward. "Actually heard you and Robin talking about him," she whispers and Jack rolls his eyes.

"Does everyone eavesdrop on me?"

"Honey you're Irish. You're loud,"

Jack shrugs. "That's fair," he pauses before drawing his eyes up. "How much do you know?"

"Not much. Just you had a mission that involved Mr. Fishbach," she puts a hand on Jack's shoulder. "I'm assuming whatever that plan inquired went under,"

"Probably for the best," Jack mutters and his mom smiles.

"Just giving advice but trust me whatever happened isn't the end of the world. There are other guys out there that'd be lucky to have you,"

"Thanks mom," Jack says. "Can we get that Ice Cream and nachos now?"

"I'd love to,"

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With a full stomach of cream puff ice cream and extra cheesy nachos Jacks laying upside down watching Rick and Morty when he gets a knock at the door. Figuring it's his mom he yells at them to come in.

"What'd you wa-," Jack stops mid sentence when he sees that it's most definitely not his mom at the door. It was Mark. "Why are you here?" He asks sitting up, now very aware of his flamingo shorts and his 'Say hey if you're gay' shirt.

"I came to apologize. My friends were being assholes and I should have stepped in sooner," Mark says but Jack is very obviously not convinced. "I got this as a peace offering," he holds out a bright pink paper bag with a turquoise blue bow tying it together,

Untying the bow Jack looks inside and immediately his face alights in a smile. It was a large gray sweater with two pairs of art socks and one enamel pin of eyeballs in a jar.

"Am I forgiven?" Mark asks and leaping up he gives Mark a big hug.

"Forgiven," he nods before stepping back. "But I'm still a little pissed,"

"Thats fair I just wanted to make sure your knew I was sorry. I didn't mean to single you out or anything. I really do want to get to know you,"

"Do over?" Jack asks looking up and Mark nods, smiling.

"I'd like that,"

      Walking over Jack plops down on his bed laying back. He pats the seat next to him so Mark will sit.

      "Your room is cozy," Mark says as he joins Jack on the bed. "It feels like stepping into a hug,"

"The room was my older sisters but when she left I took it over," Jack says, his throat tightening. Even thinking about her made him sick.

"What college did she go to?" Mark asks and Jack shakes his head. How did he not know?

"She didn't go to college," Jack spits, sitting up and behind him he hears Mark make a soft oh.

"Sorry," he mumbles. "I forgot,"

"You forgot about the big missing person of 2011?"

"I really keep putting my foot in my mouth don't I?" Mark says scooting up beside him and Jack chuckles.

"Seem to have a habit of it,"

"A real bad one at that,"

Turning to him Jack smiles but before getting any words out his sister pounds on the door.

"Food," she yells.

"Stay for dinner?" Jack asks and Mark smiles.

"It'd be my honor,"

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"Hey mom can Mark stay for dinner?" He asks hopping down the steps and looking up she raises an eyebrow.

     "Absolutely. Have a seat by Jack," Taking a seat Mark follows.

     Across the table Mal eyes them both, a smirk on her lips.

     "So Mark how's the football season going?" She says tilting her head.

     "Not bad. Hard workouts but that's how it always is," he says before casting a look at Jack's mom as she serves the,. "The food looks wonderful,"

     "Thank you it's my mom's stew recipe,"

     "So what grade are you in?" Mark asks looking at Mal.

     "Ninth. I'm going to be a cheerleader next year. You dating any cheerleaders?" She asks and at her bluntness Mark chokes on his spoonful of stew.

     "Mal what the fuck?" Jack says  and even if normally his mom would yell at him but even she's stunned.

     "No actually I'm single,"

     "Well if you're ever look-,"

     "Mal!" Jack's mom yells. "This is extremely inappropriate,"

     "I didn't finish," she says rolling her eyes. "If you're ever looking for a new hobby," she emphasizes. "to fill all that free time, then you should talk to Jack. He teaches this class downtown. Sure he could give you a discount," she shoves a spoon in her mouth while giving Jack a wide grin.

     "A class huh?" Mark says smiling. "What kind of class?"

     Going beet red Jack gives Mal a dirty look while she just sticks her tongue out at him.      

      "A art class,"

     "Art?" Mark asks. "You teach a art class?"

     "I do and no one knows about it so if you tell anyone I'll bury you in my backyard,"

     "Jack," his mom scolds.

     "Mom," Jack fires back. "I can barely do it with a fractured ankle anyway," he huffs shuffling around the food in his bowl.

     "You'll be back in the game soon honey. Doctor said it shouldn't last too long,"

    "Long enough for me to loose a couple thousand,"

    "A couple thousand?" Mark mutters and Jack rolls his eyes.

    C"Art classes aren't cheap so yeah, I make a killing,"

     "How'd you even get into the field,"

     "She use to draw," Jack says motioning to Mal. "But I said I wanted to as well and I just kept at it. Got really good and eventually started teaching art to her friends. Saw a job opening at the art studio downtown, only I applied, and I got the job. They were going to fire me when they got a replacement but turns out I rock at it,"

     "How old were you, when you got the job I mean?"

     "Fifteen. Funny because sometimes I teach a class to twenty year olds and they get all pissy because I'm younger and better,"

     Mark smiles. "Told you you were interesting,"

     Face burning red Jack looks up to see his mom grinning.

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Day Five: Go in for the kill

     Repeating the words of day five Jack crutches down the hallway, a newfound confidence radiating off him. He'd almost basically won over Mark fucking Fishbach. The kid who's been single all of high school (besides Clarissa but no one talks about her), the kid who was considered unsinkable was now going to be almost won. He just had to go in for the kill.

     "Hey Marky," Jack says as he pauses at Marks lockers.

     "You're wearing my sweater," he smiles. "Is it warm?"

     "It's perfect,"

     "Well I'm glad. Looks cute on you,"

   "Mark," Jack pauses. "Not lying, but that was an extremely gay thing to say,"

     "Leave me alone Jack. I'm just complimenting my awesome gift giving skills,"

     "Okay hun if it makes you feel better," Jack says, rolling his eyes and taking his books for him, they walk down the hall together. Signs for prom littering the walls. All in covered head to toe in gold star stickers and blue tape reading 'A Night to Remember'. Even thinking about it makes Jack snort.

     "What?" Mark asks.

     "Nothing it's just... prom," Jack shrugs.

     "Prom what?"

     "I don't know. Just doesn't the whole idea seem stupid. Like I'd rather sit in sweatpants and eat pizza rolls 'till my blood stream turns to meat, cheese and tomato sauce,"

     Stopping at their class, Mark turns to Jack. "That is the saddest thing I've ever heard,"
     Slapping his arm Jack goes inside, sliding into his seat at the back. "Besides who would I go with?" He says. "Robin left for an internship in New York yesterday and what else do I have besides pizza rolls?"

     Looking at Mark intently, he doesn't seem the slightest bit fazed. Which in some twisted way makes Jack disappointed. That was his idea of going in for the kill.

     "I think that you should still go. Alone or not," and the moment the words come out Jack loses any smudge of hope he had.

     "Yeah whatever," he says shrugging him off.

     Apparently he didn't win Mark fucking Fishbach.

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Day Unknown: Try Try Again (Draft)

Robin: wait

Robin: Hold the phone

Robin: my edgy slut child is at prom??

Robin: AND I'M MISSING IT?!

Jack: Fuck off

Jack: I'm alone and it's lame and I hate everyone

Robin: That's the spirit

Robin: I was worried for a moment that you'd disappeared while I've been gone

Jack: you've been gone for a couple weeks

Robin: That's a couple weeks toooooo many

Jack: G2g someone's approaching me

Jack: if it's another fudging teacher telling me to enjoy this moment I'll shank a bitch

Jack: Don't test me

Robin: Have fun!!! Don't go to jail!! Text me updates I'll be here In my grandmother's plaid velvet living room all night (save me)

     "Hey,"

     Fuck. It was that voice. The one he'd been avoiding since day five of "How to get (lose) a guy in five days".

     "Hey," Jack says, pocketing his phone.

     Looking down Mark bounces on his heels. "I haven't spoken with you in awhile,"

     "No," Jack says. "You haven't,"

     Mark opens his mouth to speak but shuts it. "Are you mad at me?" He rushes out and jerking his head up Jacks not sure what to do.

     "I have no reason to be," Jack says and that was true. He didn't.

     "I just feel like you've been avoiding me and it sucks because you kinda grew on me,"

     Now very aware of his pounding heart Jack begins tapping his foot. "Sorry then,"

     "Even now this feels awkward. Did something happen?"

     "Nothing. We didn't know each other that long. Weren't friends,"

     Mark chuckles, yanking on the back of his neck. "Wow," he says. "Harsh but okay,"

     "Actually," Jack says. "I'm going to go. I've stayed here long enough," Too long in his opinion.

     "Prom started an hour ago,"

     "That's one hour too many,"

      "Wait," Mark says. He reaches for Jack's shoulder and holds him in place. "I haven't danced with you yet,"

     Listening to the music Jack hears a slow song playing through the speakers. "It's a slow song,"

      "Yeah?" Mark asks. "I haven't danced with you yet,"

      Narrowing his eyes Jack takes a step back. "I don't want to make your date jealous,"

     He laughs awkwardly. "I didn't get to ask them actually. I came alone, praying that they didn't bring a date and came to the dance in general,"

      "Wow that's desperate," Jack snorts, leaning against the wall and Mark roll his eyes.

     "I'm talking about you douchebag," he says.

     Jack freezes. "What?" He mumbles. "Me?"

     "Yes you. I think you're sorta amazing,"

     "Only sorta?"

     Mark grabs Jack's hand suddenly, dragging him onto the dance floor. "Just dance with me,"

     He looks around, catching the eyes of every staring peer in the room. "People are staring,"

     "And I thought the school slut liked attention,"

     "What? I do it's just..." Jack stops. He didn't want to humiliate him.

     "Don't worry Jackyboy. I like the attention too,"

     Feeling rough hands on his face suddenly Mark's lips find themselves on Jacks. Once the sudden joint of surprise disperses Jack finds himself melting in.

     Pulling back Jack grins, silently thanking Cosmopolitan.