⟪⟪Lovers Under Cover ⟫⟫

Chapter 7

Next morning, Jacob didn't turn up in school. He told Ashley that he had got a bad headache. When Mark heard about it, he decided to go and meet Jacob after school.

After long hours of school, he met Sandra at the library for the project work. After an hour or so of doing project, Mark yawned and stretched himself, cracked his knuckles.

"Let's go and work at a café with free Wi-Fi. Nothing's like working with a cup of coffee."

"The first thing you said actually does good to someone," Mark pretended amused.

"No look, I'm sorry for being rude to him previous days. I really am."

"Whatever, let's go." Mark rolled his unamused eyes. They packed up their things and headed towards the nearest café.

The worked for another hour before both of them were bored. They ordered another cup of latte, put away their laptops and chatted. Mark finally forgave her. After all she showed real concern about Jacob's absence.

"You're sure he's ok?"

"Yeah, he just has a headache."

"Keep your friend safe. I don't like Karl's intentions."

"He's my friend."

"Don't forget he's the one who spread his photo in that skirt."

"I know. Good point, I'll warn him."

"Warn the girls too. You have practice every..."Sandra looked at Mark to know about the days.

"Wednesday and Friday."

"You will be busy with the project too."

"Good point there, Sandra."

"Let's take some photos."

"Typical girls."

"Don't be sexist."

"Okay. One selfie."

"Thanks Mr. One Selfie." Both laughed at Sandra's comment.

Mark understood, Sandra had a nice heart. Mistake is humane. She realised her mistake. That's what's important.

They took some photos together.

"Can I send them on my insta?"
"I have no problem with that."
"Alright, I'll post these."

Mark paid for their coffee before leaving to be the 'gentleman' despite Sandra begging to split the bill.

Mark decided to go to his home instead of Jacob's because he had a lot of assignments due that week. He called Jacob but Jacob didn't answer. He tried a few times, but his calls went to voicemail every time.

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Jacob just woke up from sleep. He tried to yawn but his jaws ached. He tried to stretch his body his back hurt. His thighs and calves ached. Everything hurt. His whole body ached. His heart ached with pain. He saw six missed calls from Nancy, nine from Ashley and eleven missed calls plus one text from Mark.

Mark's text:
Hey, babe! How are ya doin? Call me when you feel like.

Jacob's reply:
I'm fine. Thanks for checking up.

Mark's reply came within seconds.
Can we facetime?

Jacob's fingers ached too much to type a reply. He turned off his phone and slumped down against the soft pillows with a heavy sigh.

Someone knocked at the door, "Dear, I've got your food. Please open the door." It was his mum.

He groggily put his down on the cold marbled floor, slipped in the slippers and unsteady walked to the door to open it and collect his food. His hair was messy and sticky due to staying in bed all day and not showering. He didn't have the energy to set foot out of the bed that morning.

"Oh honey, look at you, you look so tired."

"Mum, I'm fine," he tried to argue. His mum tried to reason why he wasn't but he wasn't having any of it, so he slammed the door on her face murmuring a thank you.

He sat down on the bed with the bowl of soup his mother brought him. He decided to scroll with his socials while eating. He turned on his phone. He spent a good hour on Pinterest. YouTube videos weren't much entertaining to him, so he opened his Instagram.

That's when he came across Sandra's post who had tagged Mark in the photo. It was selfie of the two and she had captioned it "@MChantlet and me at Roasted Beans café. Thanks for the coffee, Mark <3

Mark's comment: You're welcome. It was so nice of you today. Thanks again for the advice.

Another heartbreak.

Roasted Beans is the café where Mark and him go after Mark's practice. Mark took someone else to their café. Mark took Sandra to their café. The girl who bullied him, Mark, his boyfriend took her to their café. He couldn't digest it.

Now his heart ached more than his body. He didn't have his dinner. He switched off his phone. He just wanted to be left alone. He cried again that night.