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The two boys that stared at Markus made him very uncomfortable
He didn’t understand why they were looking at him, even if they failed to make it subtle. If anything, Mark should be staring at them like they suddenly grew two more heads
The blonde one was wearing a bright, neon red leather jacket covered in spikes over a simple, dark gray shirt. His jeans were black and covered in rips that had a sewn together illusion, one made with an exorbitant amount of safety pins that clinked quietly as he bounced his leg. He also wore a bit of eyeshadow, an admittedly nice red color that faded out into orange, and had a few random stud piercings in his ears. If Markus looked more closely, he could see a very small wing of black eye liner
The brunette had on an equally bright, neon green sweater with black and yellow stripes on the sleeve; an odd combination of colors, Markus noted. His shorts landed just above his knees, but they swished around like an obsidian colored skirt with how wide the legs were. He also wore knee socks, yellow and black ones that matched the ends of his sleeves. The beanie of his head was a slightly darker shade of green and was covered in buttons, the one closest to Mark being printed with the Union Jack and out of place among the mess of neon band names on cheap plastic. Not to mention, he wore so many bracelets and necklaces that they all blurred into one huge mess
They both also wore shoes with massive soles, the blonde wearing odd black boots with yellow laces and the brunette wearing yellow converse with soles that went up to Mark’s shin
Great. Wonderful, even
His first day and he’s already attracted the attention of the campus delinquent and the school weirdo
Markus’ parents didn’t want him interacting with people like this
He had a few friends already, even if he admittedly, eh, didn’t like them as much as he hoped he would. They were fellow students from the Christian Private School Mark’s parents had sent him, a quaint campus called ‘Saint Peter’s Private Middle School’ near the edge of town that was flooded with flowers the gardening club took surprisingly incredible care of
Their names were Landon Tuckerson, Bryce Harriet, and Peter Mulaney, three boys Markus Belvoy had pretty much no interest in
These boys, even if they were creeping him out, interested Mark greatly despite the rancid vibes they gave off. Internally, Markus made a little prayer that they were just curious. To be fair, everyone in the Belvoy family, at least on his mother’s side of the family, was exceedingly tall and the lanky, God fearing Christian was no exception to the rule at a staggering 6 foot 7 inches and still growing. His mother, a virtuous woman named Emily, was standing tall and proud at 6 foot 11 inches, teetering on 7 feet tall like a tightrope walker. Emily’s superior height genes made her beloved child just as tall as she was when she was in high school, both of them towering over his father, David, who stood at a mere 5 foot 8 inches. Markus had gotten many stares from people on the street gawking at him so, even if it made him super uncomfortable, the staring was something he was used to
He got stares at his church a lot, as well, though far less subtle than the boys on either side of his chair. They always said Markus was ‘Blessed by God’ but it honestly felt more like a curse. The teen had an aversion to being the center of attention and, with his height, he stuck out like a sore thumb everywhere he went no matter how hard he tried to blend in. Markus’ parents tried to correct his slouching and they still hadn’t given up just yet, but it was almost instinct to curl up on himself when he was scared or nervous, not that he thought he should be scared of being looked at. Lord knew he was just over reacting
Bouncing his leg and attempting to push away the out of nowhere self depreciation, Markus peaked at the time on the clock on the wall, grinning mentally at the promise of lunch in T- Minus 5 minutes. Lunch at Saint Peter’s was always really good, so he hoped it was the same here
“ Psst !”
Markus turned his head in the direction of the sound, locking eyes with blondie as he lightly tossed a folded up piece of paper on his desk. The teenager picked up the paper and observed it, flipping it over to read “Give to Tubbo!!” in obnoxiously thick felt marker Markus almost couldn’t read. A bit of the message that lay inside bled through the paper, the only eligible word being “Staring”, albeit in messy, upside down text
Now, Markus could tell the teacher these two oddities were passing notes, as he was encouraged to do at his middle school. He most likely wouldn’t get in trouble and his parents might praise him for it
But these guys seemed cool, like the cool kids in old movies Mark used to sneak into the living room at the dead of night to watch when he was 7 years old. Even if the leather jacket wasn’t black, even if the shoes were way too damn big, even if the two clinked like glass bottles as they walked, Markus’ interest won out over his reasoning and he subtly tossed the paper to the boy next to him, registering his name as “Tubbo”. It definitely wasn’t a common name, but Mark had heard weirder
This went on for a few minutes, the taller teen being the middleman in Tubbo and the other boy’s note passing and they both went from looking at each other and looking at Markus. He was about to pass over another note before Tubbo stuck his leg out and tapped the middle man on the shin and shook his head
As Tubbo’s head swished, his hair moved, exposing incredibly bright amber eyes for half a second and a very small half black, half white face mask that barely covered his mouth. The corner went up as Markus opened the note, reading it carefully
“My name is Tommy,” was written in red ballpoint pen
“HI!!! MY NAME IS TUBBO!” was written in much less neat, green ballpoint pen
“Sorry for staring. You look like a fucking nerd, but your eyes are all wack and shit. Never met someone with two different colored eyes before”
“IT LOOKS REALLY COOL! DO YOU WEAR COLOURED CONTACTS?”
“You better not. I wanna bare witness to a rare genetic mutation, not an edge lord dressed like Spongebob pretending he has heterochromia”
Markus, against his better judgment, went back into his backpack and pulled out a purple pen, a glittery one he never got to use
Tossing the paper to blondie, now identifiable as ‘Tommy’, he watched as the well make upped teen smiled at what was written in neat script, tossing the paper over to Tubbo instead of using the middle man
Tubbo moved some hair out of his eyes, exposing that same really pretty amber-
Markus coughed quietly into his hand, staring ahead and re-zoning in on the lesson, resolving to work on the chuck of notes he missed at home. He ignored the burning in his cheeks, instead watching as Tubbo wrote something down and tossed the paper back to Markus’ desk
Mark opened it, hiding his smiley eye roll with a hand as he pocketed the paper, putting his notes in his backpack as the bell rang
“Yeah, I have two different colored eyes. Why?”
“Oh that is SO fucking cool, big man!”
“CAN WE SWAP EYES? YOURS ARE MUTATED AND NOT BORING I WANT EM!”