The Story of Mark and Mina

Chapter 3

Why did I do that? Why did I let my anger get the best of me? I crotched down when I got inside the storage room and hit myself.

"Why do you have to be such an idiot, Mina. Why the hell do you have to piss off the ace? You could've just said sorry and let this day be over with, but no, you just have to shout at him!"

I quailed at the memory.

Sure, it felt good at the moment telling him off, but now? How could I face everyone tomorrow? How about the coach? He definitely heard every word.

Recalling an image of Mr. Ankles listening made my stomach lurch, he would definitely tell his wife that I'm a nut job. "Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! You're such an idiot, Mina!" I continued to do the same thing until I heard a voice.

"Well at least you know it." I turned around to see Mark, slouched against the wall, his arms crossed.

I abruptly stood up, my face began heating up.

"Why are you here? Was I too slow for you?" I spat. I couldn't help but be harsh.

"Here," he shoved a piece of paper in my hands, "you dropped this after your fit."

I unfolded the piece of paper and realized it was my analyzation of each player. I blushed. "Did you read what was inside?"

"Yeah, you have bad choice in wording." I flinched at his bluntness, would it kill him to lie for once?

"So now what? Are you here to tell me that I shouldn't waste my time and leave?"

He sighed and his eyes darted directly at me, never leaving my gaze.

"Even if I told you to leave you wouldn't, would you?"

I didn't say anything and he continued as if he hadn't just asked me a question.

"You did a pretty damn good job not listening to me and then you flipped when I yelled at you."

"Hey!" I said defensively, "that's because you were being so anal about the whole thing!"

"That why I was going to apologize but you make it so damn hard too!" He rubbed the back of his neck.

My mouth opened and my eyes widened, "apologize? Why?"

He groaned in frustration, running his hand through his hair, "Look, I still don't want you to be in the team, but the coach told me to apologize."

I frowned, "oh, so you're going to apologize just because the coach told you and not because you were being a jerk?" He lips were firmly shut as I continued to speak, "and maybe you did have you reasons to be pissed, but how about instead of yelling your ass off at me, why don't you just fucking tell me why!"

He grabbed my shoulders firmly and squeezed it really hard. I tried to ignore the pain I was feeling and I decided to glare at him. "I warned you not to join because it'll be a hell lot easier not to deal with this. I don't want you to become involved with my team mates." I shoved his arms off me, feeling a little peeved. Okay maybe a lot.

"I can't do anything about it, Mark!" My voiced raised an octave and it quickly return to normal when I realized my voice was getting higher, "you might think I'm doing this to get boys, but I'm not. Trust me on that."

Before he could spout another word the door was slammed shut and Mark instinctively ran to the door and tried to open it. No such luck.

He banged the door and kicked it.

I grabbed his shoulders to gain his attention.

"What!?" He barked at me.

I winced, "why are you panicking?"