A Turn

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Night three ended and I felt my racing heart slow down into a normal pace. I shoved Mark out of the swivel chair and sat down, welcoming sleep. "Wake me later. When there's food." I heard Jordan and Mark chuckle and walk out of the room.


Jordan's POV

Mark and I walked out of the office, leaving Y/N to sleep in the swivel chair. We walked to the dining hall and sat down. "Look, Mark, we need to figure out what we're doing."

"Things are... complicated..." Mark looked at the ground and sighed.

"Everything is just weird. Between me, you, and Y/N," I stared off into space as I said this.

We sat in silence and I thought about my feelings for him. I felt my face redden as I thought about his perfect hair, his just-right stubble, the perfect shape he's in. In the corner of my eye I saw him turn to face me and my face got even brighter red. I heard him utter a small laugh and I turned to look at him. His cheeks were also red with blush.

"It seems that Y/N isn't the only person that you like," Mark smirked. I scratched the back of my neck nervously. He scooted closer to me and cupped my face in his hands. I looked into his sparkling chocolate eyes. My breath was ragged as he closed the space between us and our lips connected.

Y/N POV

After a few minutes of laying in the swivel chair with my eyes closed, I got bored and started to wander around the restaurant. I got out my phone and checked the time, and when I looked up I saw Mark and Jordan kissing. My eyes widened and I dropped my phone. I tried to keep in a sob as I ran to the kitchen, into Chica's arms, crying and explaining what was happening.

I can't believe it...  They... they... what happened?


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