Jackson is pretty sure he can hear another pair of footsteps other than his own as he walks down the hallways; he is very sure he is being followed. But he can't just assume that someone was! That would just cause a huge misunderstanding! So: he takes a deep breath, places a hand over his heart to calm its erratic pace, and walks just a little  bit faster.

Unfortunately, his suspicions are confirmed when he's grabbed and pushed against the cold rows of lockers. Jackson lets out an unmanly squeak of fear, flushing in embarrassment at the sound. He then looks up, to his attacker--to only see soft features and a bright, dazzling smile.

"M-Mark?!"