The Screen That Separates Us (Markipkier x Tabathie)

Chapter 25

Soon after that event happened, our food go to us. I saw a piece of paper on Mark's plate and a glob of something that looked a lot like spit on mine. I raised an eyebrow at my plate before reaching over to Mark's plate and picking up the piece of paper.

On it read:

Hey Hon. Leave the other girl, she's a slut. Once you do, call me!

There was also a kiss mark, and her number. I felt my eye twitch.

After a second or so, I stand up, still holding the paper, and walk up to the lady.

"'Cuse me." I say, in a super polite voice. "I believe you may dropped this paper on the wrong plate."

"No. It was on the right plate." She says, grinning lopsidedly.

"Oh." I say, faking an extreme politeness. "I am very sorry! I'll make sure my boyfriend will contact you! But only if he dumps me, right?" I ask, fluttering my eyelashes.

"Yeah. And that will be soon."

"Oh, honey." I say, dropping the act. "Would you please leave him alone?" I ask, grinning maniacally.

"N-No!" She shouted.

"Oh. Okay. Alright. You want to play that way. Do you? Do you really?" I feel my eye twitch again.

I hear some footsteps behind me and the girl's eyes widen. "My hero! Help me! She's insane! She wants to hurt me!"

My nostrils flare and my hands clench into fists. I feel a hand run up and down my back. "Sorry, no can do." The voice attached to the hand says. "Your prince is in another castle."

"No!" She shouts. "You're mine! And you can never be anyone else's!"

I feel my whole body clench and I have to fight back the urge to beat the girl.

"I'm very sorry." Mark says.

He then runs his hand down to my hand and coaxes my fingers to relax. I sigh heavily before relaxing. I let our fingers intertwine before I start to walk away.

I hear a primal scream from behind me and quick footsteps. I quickly move Mark behind me and spin around, bracing myself for the impact. Which happened about a second later.

The other girl started to claw at my face and arms and clothes. I lay beneath her, waiting for an opening. After a minute or two of what she thought was torture, I started to giggle.

"WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT? YOU FUCKING BITCH?" The other girl screamed.

I had distracted her enough to the point where I grabbed her wrists, strong enough to hold her in place, but not hard enough to hurt her. I then push up my knee and push her up onto my knee. I sit up, making her sit in front of me.

"Look. Calm down. I know Mark is a sexy beast. And I know that there are a bunch of people in love with him. However, it was never my choice to be his. It was completely his choice. Yes, I did say yes to being his girlfriend, but that was because I did, and still do, like him. Alright. You really don't know if Mark would be the right guy for you. You make delusional fantasies of how he acts in bed, how he acts outside of the camera, and how he does things when fans aren't looking. You probably have a different guy out there that loves you. Or who will love you. I know you hate me. A lot of people hate me. I hate myself. I don't think I'm good enough for Mark. I definitely think he should be dating a fucking angel."

"Then why did you say yes to dating him?" The other girl asked, calming down a bit.

"I dunno. I had never been in an actual good relationship before. I guess I wanted to see if Mark was the one." I look up at Mark and flash him a grin. "I'm still debating about that fact though." I whisper to the girl. "Also, I think I know someone you would actually like. And who would like you. Can I give them your number?"

She shakes her head. "No...."

I shrug before standing up and lending her a hand. She grabs it and pulls me back down. "You really think that would've worked? You fucking slut."

I sigh. "Fine. Do you want to hurt me? Go for it! WILL IT MAKE YOU FUCKING HAPPY? WOULD IT MAKE YOU HAPPY FOR ME TO DIE BY YOUR HANDS?! FUCKING DO IT THEN!" I shout.

She looks taken aback. "Wait, that wasn't what I meant."

"Sure. I'm sure you want me to die. You are desperate to hurt me." I feel tears sting my eyes. "Go for it. Nobody would give a shit anyways."

I curl up into a little ball of despair before I feel someone pick me up. They walk over to somewhere and set me down, and sit next to me. The person starts to pet my hair. I hear a few words be swapped before I sit up. (Yes we are still in the diner, but nobody else is there.)

I see my family in front of me. There is still Mark right next to me, but I'm too embarrassed to face him. I stand up quickly, and walk over to the exit of the building. It had started to rain.

I run out into the rain and start walk around. I was half-way down the sidewalk before someone came up behind me.

A hand slipped around my waist and I look over to the road. "You hate me now? Don't you? This is what I was talking about." I say, tears starting to pour down my face. "I'm a screw up. I want to die. Why do you even love me?"

"Because you are the sweetest girl I've laid my eyes on." Mark says, turning my head to face him. "You are perfect, even with your flaws. You're perfectly you." He says, placing his forehead against mine. "You make me so happy to be alive." He says.

"I doubt that." I say softly, staring at his lips.

"But it's the truth." Mark says.

"Proof."

"Proof?"

"I need proof." I say slowly.

"Hm." Mark hums.

Soon after I feel a soft pair of lips on my own. I blink a couple of times before wrapping my arms around his neck and closing my eyes.

The kiss lasts for a little before Mark breaks it. I pull air into my lungs quickly.

And then I heard a camera.

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Meow?

*edit*

Unless it doesn't show up for you, in which I'm extremely sorry, the pic on the top is what the art on the arm looks like. Which probably also means that is anybody from my school will know who this is. Damn.

Anyways. Minus the rainbow effect. I did that because my friend got angsty at me because it wasn't in rainbow order before. *rolls eyes.*

Anyways!

Love you guys! Thanks for reading this story! It's total crap! ~Taba ^~^