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I tapped my foot impatiently against the floor, staring at my phone on the table.
Fifteen minutes.
It had been fifteen minutes since I arrived, and there was still no word from Mark. I tried to stay calm, but frustration was quickly bubbling to the surface.
I glanced at the clock on the wall, then back at the phone. Nothing. Not even a single typing notification. “What the hell is he doing?” I muttered under my breath.
The silence of the house was starting to feel oppressive. I leaned forward, burying my face in my hands. Part of me wanted to leave, to just walk out and pretend this entire mess didn’t exist.
The other part of me—the one that hated leaving things unresolved—kept me glued to the couch.
But as the seconds ticked by, my patience ran out. I stood up abruptly, running a hand through my hair in frustration. “Fine. If he’s not coming, I’ll just—”
My words were cut off as the sound of the front door unlocking made me freeze. My eyes snapped to the door, my breath hitching in my throat.
Mark stepped in quietly, his expression unreadable. He locked the door behind him, the soft click echoing in the stillness of the house.
Then, he leaned back against the door, crossing his arms over his chest. His dark eyes bore into mine, and for the first time in a long while, I felt nervous.
He didn’t say anything at first, just stared at me. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm, but there was an edge to it. “What do you want, Sebastian?”
I swallowed hard, my chest tightening at his tone. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I had planned this in my head a hundred times, but now that he was standing there, all of it vanished.
Mark’s gaze didn’t waver, and the silence stretched between us, heavy and tense.
I let out a shaky sigh and forced myself to look at him. “I… I needed to talk to you,” I started, my voice quieter than I intended.
Mark’s expression didn’t change, but there was something in his eyes—something sharp that made me wonder if he was angry.
I took a hesitant step toward him, my mind racing as I tried to find the right words. “Mark, I—”
Before I could finish, he moved. In an instant, he had crossed the room and grabbed my wrist. I barely had time to react before he turned me around, his grip firm but not painful.
My back pressed against his chest, and I felt the warmth of his body through the thin fabric of my shirt. My breath hitched again as I tried to process what was happening.
“Mark, what—” I started, but his voice cut me off, low and close to my ear.
“You’ve been avoiding me for weeks,” he said, his tone calm but laced with something I couldn’t quite identify. “Ignoring my calls, my messages,my questions earlier… And now you want to talk? Now?”
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A TASTE OF CANDY POISON
RomanceA NOT SO INNOCENT 'NERD' SEBASTIAN FERNANDEZ is known as the "nerd" at school though he's not really one. Sure, he's smart, but he hates being called that, especially since he doesn't even wear "nerdy" clothes or glasses. His twin once told him th...
