MARK'S POV
*RINGGGG*
I groan pulling my phone from the bed stand. I slide my thumb across my screen then immediately press it to my ears.
"MARCUS!" booms through the speakers forcing my eyes open.
"Jess, what's wrong? are you okay?" I say pulling my shirt on.
"I need to talk to you. Make it fast."
"yeah, yeah okay… sure."
"alright meet me at Apples in thirty minutes,"
The line goes dead immediately, and I move in my room with haze. Something is definitely up with her… what could she possibly be hiding? What could be so important for her to call and tell me to get to Apples in thirty minutes?
My mind couldn't stop wandering what this was all about as my hands mindlessly steered the wheel and the cars moved in a blur beside me.
Everything seemed like a dream and I had this … feeling in my gut that things weren't going to end nicely tonight.
