#melonmarky

Genre: drabble

Pairing: biker!badboy!mark, student!reader

Author’s Note: ughh ever since I saw those teasers I had to write something about biker mark (lowkey doesn’t make sense but I'm putting it out there anyway haha)

Revving up into the vice principal’s spot was not the vice principal herself but none other than Mark Lee, the school ‘bad boy’. The familiar sound of the engine turning off set a silence over the student body. Not a word could be heard as he took off his helmet, his hair disheveled in the best way. Stepping off and making his way to the gates, people make a path as if a celebrity were passing. You stood dazed, like always. The others, having the same fate. You watched like any other day. It was a routine, Mark would come on his bike every school morning and every time you just stared and watched in awe. There was this special feeling you got from him. It was an aura that you were drawn to. You had seen him a few times outside of the school gates, but never could go up and introduce yourself. You had tried many times but could never make it past taking the first step. You weren’t the most outgoing student, but not a total social outcast either. You didn’t even have a class with him, so there would be no subtle way of approaching him. Shaking off the thoughts, you head past the school gates and into the school. 

The day goes on and you’re nearing the end of the school. It's after lunch so you’re getting more tired than ever, wishing the bell would just ring. Your Physics class was never too loud and was on the quieter side which was great for when you were tired or had a headache, something you got frequently. With finishing the last question on the assignment, you decide to take a small nap. There were only about 20 minutes left till class ended. So it wouldn’t be such a big deal if you did. Resting your head between your arms and closing your eyes, you were getting sleepier by the second. Then it got quiet. Lifting your head and moving your eyes to the front of the class you could see what was causing the silence. It was Mark, standing with a school administrator. 

Calling over to the teacher the administrator talked privately with them out of the classroom while Mark looked for an open seat. The seat in front of yours was empty so he went and sat there. Mark sat down with papers in his hands and put on his headphones. He was eerily quiet but his clothes were quite loud. He scribbled words on to pages of what you assumed was classwork and bobbed his head lightly to the music playing on his headphones. The teacher had returned back into the classroom and the class resumed back to normal. Now with your drive to sleep gone and with your head still in your hands, you thought of the reason he was in your class, your gaze still on his back. Did he get in trouble? Would he have this class for the rest of the year? Maybe this was your chance, you thought. You could face your hesitations and finally talk to him. When you seem to have made up your mind, getting ready to tap his shoulder, the bell rings signaling the end of the day. Mark gets up and is the first to exit the classroom leaving you with your finger in the air.

 Hurrying to grab your things and placing your assignment in the box on the way out you search the halls for the black-haired boy. Finding his red bandana  in the crowd, you maneuvered your way closer. Nearing Mark you were getting ready for what you were going to say, when suddenly an influx of students from the classroom next you come into the hallways, blocking your view of Mark. You wait for the crowd to dissipate and make your way to the end of the hallway, but alas Mark is nowhere in sight. You sigh bringing your fingers to your forehead rubbing in circles to offset the incoming headache. Accepting defeat once again you turn around, eyes still closed to gather your things at your locker before heading home. Taking one step, you bump into a sturdy chest causing you to open your eyes. You lookup. What meets yours are big brown eyes, eyes that belonged to none other than Mark. Gulping, you take a step back. Mark looks at you straight in the eye and gives a slight smirk. Ready to give an apology, he stops you in your tracks. “So... what were you doing following me?”