"I can explain." Mark says, backing away from the angry man.
"Why the fuck is my sister screaming at you about how you fucked her and threw her away?" He yells.
"I never threw her away, man! I didn't do that. I love her!" Mark yells back. He looks shocked at his words. You stare at him with wide eyes, Jake is still raging.
"If you love her why the fuck would you do that to her?"
"I was scared! I was.. so fucking scared. You said she was off limits, but it was like I became addicted and I didn't fucking want too. You're my best friend, you've done so much for me. I tried to fucking stay away, I said some awful shit to her in hopes she would leave me, I tried dating Maya to move on from her but I fucking can't." Mark cries. "I'm a piece of shit man, I know this. I fucked it all up, I should have been fucking honest from the start..I'm so sorry. I'm sorry to you Y/N, for everything. Jake.. fuck man, I'm sorry." He whispers.
The house is silent. So quiet you could hear your heart beating at Mark's confession. Your head was spinning, you didn't know what to do or what to think. Your heart hurt, but it also was beating for him. You were still so fucking mad at him, but you still loved him. The second you saw him, every feeling you had ever felt for him came rushing back, and you didn't know how to handle this.
"Please forgive me, Y/N." Mark cries. "Please. I'm so fucking sorry." He still looked so beautiful even as miserable as he was right now. Even with tears falling down his face as he begged you to forgive him.
It was too much.
This was all too much.
"Y/N? Are you okay?" Jake asks. The room was spinning, you felt hot, like your throat was closing up. You looked at Jake in a panic as your eyes closed, you fell and the world went black.
"Y/N?" You hear. "Y/N! Are you okay?" A voice asks. You slowly open your eyes, expecting to see Jake and Jessie around you but you're not home. You scramble to sit up, looking around your surroundings, this wasn't right. Was it all a dream? You look over, Hayden sits there, looking at you worriedly.
"I.. this isn't right? I was home? I have to call Jake." You say panicking.
As you grab your phone to dial, there's a frantic knock at the door.
"Y/N.. please.." you hear a familiar voice gasp. You get up, running to the door, unlocking it before ripping it open. Mark stands there, holding his stomach. Blood gushing from a wound, his shirt soaked.
"What happened!?" You cry as he collapses into your arms. "Jake.. he found out." He gasps. Tears fall from your eyes, you're sobbing over his body, you can't breathe. "Please Mark.. Please.. don't die, I love you please don't die."
You gasp.
You shoot up, sweat pouring from your body as tears continue to spill. Your chest is heaving as you replay the dream inside a dream you had just experienced. You were still on the couch at Hayden's. You look at your phone, it was 7:30am the next day.
Fuck. That means you never went home, you didn't have an argument with Mark, he never confessed to Jake that he was in love with you.
None of it was real.
Fuck.
Hayden walks out of his room. "Good morning." He laughs. "I thought you were gonna go grab some stuff yesterday?" He asks.
"I was.. but I guess I fell asleep." You sigh.
"Are you okay? It sounded like you were having some weird dreams." He says.
"Yeah.. something like that." You whisper. "I'm gonna get ready and we can go to class." You say.
The entire morning you felt off. Those dreams had really fucked you up and you felt like you couldn't tell what was real and what was a dream. It currently felt like you were in a dream, and you very well could be but you'd never know. Hayden had asked you if you wanted to grab lunch but you had no appetite at all. You couldn't focus, you couldn't stop thinking about that fucking dream. You walked through the halls with your head down, until you stopped in your tracks. Your stomach got butterflies. You looked up, seeing Mark standing there.
You hadn't realized how much you had missed him until this very moment. How much you desperately wanted him at this very moment. You walked up to him, your fingertips grazing his cheek.
"You're real." You whisper. You grab his wrist, pulling him with you, taking him into the first unoccupied classroom. You closed the door, locking it behind you.
"What is going on with you?" Mark asks. "You've ignored me for a month.." he pauses. You drop your books, walking up to him, crashing your lips onto his. He drops his books, wrapping one arm around you and one around your head, pulling you in closer to him. Your mouths move together, he slides his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. You both were sloppy, so needy for each other. You missed him so fucking much. You move your hands down, fumbling with the button on his jeans. You finally undo it, pulling the zipper down and his pants just enough to release his cock. You grab it with your hand, gently stroking him as he moans into your mouth. You can feel his cock harden in your hands, and that made you so wet.
Mark spins the two of you around, backing you into the wall. He pulls down your pants and underwear, you take them off, kicking them away from you. You jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist. Mark lines himself up with you, slowly pushing his cock inside of you. It had been so long, it sent shivers down your spine as he filled you up.
"Fuck." He hisses, pushing himself all the way inside of you. "You feel so good around my cock."
"Move." You gasp. You needed him to fuck you, so hard. Mark starts to thrust, snapping his hips hard enough to push his cock in so deep into you.
"I fucking missed you so much." He breathes into your ear. Your heart melts at his words, you wrap your arms around him even tighter, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. He thrusts faster, the he's rubbing against your clit with every thrust, it feels so fucking good. You turn your head, your lips brushing up against his ear.
"I'm gonna cum." You whimper just before your orgasm takes over. You moan loudly as pleasure flows through your body and your eyes roll back. You clench your cunt around him, making him moan louder and thrust faster. He wasn't far behind you, his orgasm hitting him seconds later. "Fuck." He gasps as he cums, spilling his warm liquid deep inside you.
He holds you for a second, before you unwrap your legs from him and he pulls out of you. You quickly get your underwear and your pants back on as he buttons up his pants, fixing himself up.
"Wow." He chuckles.
"Did you mean it?" You ask, you need to know.
"Mean what?" He asks, fixing his hair.
"Did you miss me? When you said you missed me, did you mean it?" You wonder.
"I mean yeah, the house has been quiet without you. Why have you been gone so long? And why were you ignoring me?" He asks.
"Are you still with Maya?" You ask, ignoring his questions.
"Kinda.. I guess." He sighs. "I'm not really into it though. I'm interested in someone else."
You perk up immediately. Interested in someone else, that person had to be you. He smiles at you, staring at your face. He looks like he wants to tell you something, like he wants to tell you that it's you.
You know it's you.
But then he looks scared.
"You know Rose? Yeah, I'd like to start talking to her." He whispers. He knew what you were hoping his answer would be. He so desperately wanted to tell you that it was you but he knew how wrong he had been in sleeping with you, refusing to acknowledge his feelings and telling Jake.
He couldn't.
Not after Jake had explicitly said that you were off limits. He wanted you to hate him, he wanted you to forget him because you deserved so much more than he could give you but he was addicted to you, just like you were to him.
Tears spill down your cheeks, you sniffle, trying to hold them in but you're failing miserably.
"Fuck you." You snap. This one was on you though. You initiated this hook up because you hoped that after a month of being away, that he might finally realize his feelings, and finally want to confess it all to Jake. But obviously you were just a fucking idiot. You grab your books, unlock the door to storm out.
You didn't think he'd chase you but he did.
"Y/N!" He yells.
People stop to stare.
"Please. Can I explain?" He asks.
"Explain what, exactly?" You snap.
"You've done nothing but hurt me these last few months, and yeah maybe it's my fault because I let you. Because I was so fucking with you that I wanted anything I could get from you. But you refuse to tell me how you really feel just because you're scared of my brother and his reaction?" You scoff.
"I'm not allowed to love you! Okay? I'm not supposed too, but I fucking do. I can't breathe when you're not around me, but it can't happen. I can't keep fucking betraying my best friend like this. I'm going to tell him. I'll tell him everything, but this." He pauses, pointing to you and himself. "Is done. It's not happening anymore. When I tell him, I have to tell him it's over."
"Are you going to tell him you love me?" You cry.
Mark looks at the ground.
"No. I can't." He whispers.
"Then it doesn't sound like you ever loved me." You snap, storming away. You were done. You were done with school right now, everything. You wanted to curl in a ball and do nothing and that's what you did. You went to Hayden's and you knew he wasn't home. You packed up your belongings, you had intruded on his life long enough. You took your stuff and went back home. You walked in the door, tears stained on your face.
"Y/N?" Jake says, looking shocked that you were here. "What's wrong?" He asks. You drop your belongings, your head hangs low, as you sob. Jake rushes towards you, wrapping his arms around you.
"What happened?" He asks.
"I.. I can't tell you." You cry.
"You can tell me anything." He whispers, rubbing your back.
You take a deep breath.
You can do this.
"I've been.. sleeping with… Mark."