Mark
I watched Jack storm off, feeling really bad for not following. I bit my lip and peeked out of the doorway to see a blur of green run out the backdoor. People were leaving, so I quickly grabbed my things and walked out of the green room door, going out into the parking lot. I watched Dathi's car pull out, which had him and Jack in it.
When I got into my house, I grabbed my laptop and tried to Skype Jack. After twelve times, he still didn't pick up. I sighed and leaned back in my chair.
How did I screw up?
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Help, I'm Terrified
FanfictionHe's alone, crying, starving to death, sick, aching in every part of his body. He ignored the messages on Twitter and the texts and calls from his friends. He finally got the nerve to answer his best friend. "Jack, are you ok?" "I'm not ok, Mark...
