Through his eyes
CHAPTER ONE
There’s always that fun loving kid in class, the one who always smiles, who’s always making everyone laugh even when classes are going on, the one who’s friends with everyone and seems to not have a care in the world. That’s the kind of person Jackson is.
Jackson Hindley, the son and heir of his parent’s corporations, the boy who never has to worry about anything as long as his parents are alive, the boy whose life is perfectly planned out. The boy everyone aspires to be.
The boy Mark hates.
From across the room Mark stared at Jackson and his never-ending group of friends with envy as they laughed at something the boy had said. For reasons only known to him, Mark hated Jackson and everything associated with him, whether it was the little jokes he would crack or the clubs he always participated in. Mark hated them all.
Mark and Jackson are both at the far end of the spectrum, with one of them being extremely wealthy, and the other, not so much. It wasn’t because of the money that Mark hated Jackson, but because the boy seemed to radiate so much bloody positivity. He was like a candle—no, an industrial lamp, forcing light into the darkest crevices of a building, and in the process forcing away all the rats that called those places home.
Mark represented those rats.
As someone who was brought up in a house where positivity was a foreign thing, Mark had grown accustomed to being belittled and abused every time he stepped out into the light, so he embraced the darkness where he felt safe and welcomed.
Light and darkness do not mix, when one appears the other must leave. However—
“Marcus, quit your moping and come join us for lunch.”
Daniel is Mark’s self-proclaimed best friend.
“Poor Marcus has no friends, I’m one of the only people who bother talking to him.” He had randomly said and began hanging around Mark whether the boy wanted his company or not.
“You know, one day Mark’s going to snap at you.” Another voice came in smoothly.
“Nah, not possible, Alecia. Isn’t that right, Marcus?”
“It’s Mark, Daniel. Stop with the nicknames.” Mark complained, prying Daniel’s arm off his shoulder.
“Were you staring at Jackson again? Jeez, don’t you think you're being a little weird, not to mention creepy.” Alecia joked, knowing it would piss him off.
“I’m not being creepy.” Mark defended himself, shrugging Alecia's comment off.
“Well, if you say so.” Daniel threw his arm round Mark’s shoulder again, earning a grunt from the victim, “Anyway, that’s not why we came here.”
“Yeah, come have lunch with us.” Alecia cut in.
“Hey! I was going to say that.”
“Does it matter?” Mark asked, still trying to pry Daniel’s arm off his shoulder.
“Will you join us for lunch or not?” Alecia repeated, not giving room to Mark’s question.
“Fine, I will!” He agreed.
“Yay!” Daniel rejoiced, finally taking his arm off Mark.
“Great.” Alecia grabbed Daniel’s collar and led him out of the room, “Meet us on the roof.”
Alecia and Daniel.
To Mark, both of them were right in the middle of the gauge, but he liked Alecia more. She was cool, Daniel was annoying. Thinking back, Mark had always wanted to strike up a conversation with Alecia, but Daniel was always there and he didn’t like Daniel. But now, he’s friends with Alecia and Daniel came with her, like a buy- one-get-one-free sale, except Mark didn’t want the free item.
He picked up his lunch and headed towards the door. He sent Jackson a quick glance, not expecting to make eye contact or see the boy giving him a friendly wave. Ignoring his friendly gesture, Mark turned and walked out of the classroom.
Light and Darkness do not mix.
