Oblivious Hearts // A DuhitzMark fan fiction

Chapter 10

I softly pushed Mark on his chest, so he could back away from me. He made a grouchy face, and I sighed.
"I'll get the door." I say, as I fix my hair and walk down the stairs.
My hair was tangled at the ends from Mark's hands, but that's okay. I walk towards the front door, and slowly turn the knob before fully opening the door.
"Hey, I'm here to talk to Mark."
It was a girl. A teenage girl like me. A pretty girl too. She was at Mark's door, asking to see him. My jealousy went from zero to a hundred real quick. Who the hell is this?!
"Um, he's upstairs. Here, follow me." I said, as she walked in.
I closed the door behind the both of us, and she began to follow me upstairs. She followed me into Mark's room, and smiled at Mark as they both made eye contact. Mark raised his eyebrow.
"Abby...what are you doing?" Mark asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.
She smirked and walked closer to him. What. The. Fuck.
"I'm just here because Mrs. Tornit wanted you to help me study?" She said, giving him a smirk. Hell no.
I stood next to Mark, and looked her dead in the eye.
"Maybe Mark can help you another time. He's busy right now." I say, with a fake smile.
My stomach erupted with butterflies as Mark wrapped his arm around my waist. She laughed.
"Listen honey, Mark needs to help me in order for me to bring up my grade. And if he doesn't help me, I'm gonna have to tell Mrs. Tornit that you're the reason why he didn't teach me. And I'm sure you wouldn't want that, would you?"
She evil smirked at me. Fuck I hate this girl.
"Whatever." I said, as I walked out of Mark's grasp, and picked up my phone from his desk.
I walked towards his door and picked up my backpack before looking at both of them.
"Bye. Text me after you're finished with her, Mark."
I said angrily as I walked quickly down the stairs. The last thing I saw before walking out of the room was Mark's sad look.
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I walked into my room and slammed the door behind me. I threw my bag onto the ground, and flung myself on my bed. I pulled out my phone, and looked on snapchat. The first person's story I looked at was Mark's. He updated five minutes ago, so I looked. And I couldn't believe what I saw. It was a picture of him and Abby and he was kissing her. It was captioned, "tutoring this cutie😋" I turned off my phone, and threw it on my bed. I undid my hairdo, and ran my fingers through my hair. I was so angry. I kept pulling on my own hair, and tears began to pour out of my eyes. I had to talk to someone about this as soon as possible. How the hell could Mark do this??!! I didn't even have much friends, and Kassidy and Rachel wouldn't understand. I can't do this anymore.. He's cheating on me... No one can help. Then it came to me. I remember I had Weston and Bryce's numbers. I picked up my phone, and went straight to my contacts. I found Weston's, and noticed he named himself "weston😆❤️" I wiped away my tears, and had to force myself to stop crying. I pressed the call button, and waited for him to answer. After 3 rings, he picked up.
"Hey (y/n)!" His cheery voice sounded in my ear.
"Hey, Weston..." I said, my voice sounding raspy due to my crying.
"Yo..are you alright?"
I sniffled as I started to cry again.
"...are you still in Pennsylvania..?"
"Yeah, I am."
"Can you come ov-"
"Don't even bother asking love, I'm coming over.. I'll be there in about five minutes."
He hung up after that. I shut off my phone, and dropped it on my bed as I lay back on my bed. My parents won't be home til eleven at night, since they both work late. Which means I'll be home alone for eight more hours. I began to cry. And cry. That's one of things I hated about myself. When I'm really frustrated and stressed, I cry. It made me look weak. It was a bad perk to have.
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ding dong!
I hear the doorbell go off. I sit up, and stand up from my bed. I walk downstairs, and open the front door. There stood Weston, wearing a plaid button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and holding a Starbucks frappe in his hand. I bit my bottom lip, not knowing what to say. Oh dang it, I forgot. My mascara left tear stains on my face.
"Oh my gosh..what happened?" Weston said, with a worried expression.
"I...Mark..he..." I couldn't finish my sentence as I began to cry in front of Weston.
"Oh no...let's head up to your room. Where's your room.." Weston asked as he walked in and shut the front door behind him and leaving his shoes next to the front door.
"F-follow me..." I stuttered as I walked up the stairs, Weston following me.
We reached my bedroom, and he placed the Starbucks frappe on my desk before sitting down on my bed.
I sat next to him.
"What did Mark do..?" Weston asked, turning to face me.
"Well..I don't know if you know yet..? But me and Mark are dating..and..." I sniffled in the middle of my sentence, and a tear rolled down my cheek.
Weston listened to me with his eyebrows furrowed.
"I was over his house about an hour ago...and we were hanging out, until there was a knock at the door...and I went to answer it, and it was a girl. A girl from Mark's school..her name is Abby and she had to talk to Mark. It turned out that Mark was her tutor in order for her to get a good grade... They insisted they should be alone, so I just left...and..." A tear rolled down my cheek once more.
"And...?" Weston said as he rubbed my shoulder, waiting for me to continue.
"There was a picture of them...on Mark's snapchat story, and... They were kissing... And He captioned it... Tutoring this cutie, and a smiley face...Mark's cheating on me..." I said, trying not to cry some more.
Weston's jaw dropped.
"And you two are dating?!!" He asked.
I nodded.
"(Y/n)... This is not okay. You gotta talk to him about this. As soon as possible. Because...this is horrible." He says, with a worried expression on his face.
That's when I burst out into tears. Weston pulled me into his chest, and held me in his arms as I cried into his neck. He wrapped his arms around me, and stroked my back with his hand. I whimpered as I cried, and I hugged Weston back as I cried. There was no words being said, just me letting out my emotions in Weston's arms. This is what Mark is supposed to be doing. Not Weston. I'm happy Weston came over, if not I'd be a mess right now.
After about a minute of being in each other's arms, I calmed down. I pulled away from Weston, and sat how I was before.
I look at Weston, and see I've left a wet spot on his plaid button up.
"Sorry about that..." I sniffle, pointing at the spot.
"Don't even worry about it. But listen to me, (y/n)..." Weston said, looking me in the eyes.
I looked at him, and waited for him to speak up.
"You've gotta talk to Mark ... A real boyfriend wouldn't do something like this. Especially to someone like you. You're a strong girl (y/n), and you'll get through this. Everything gets better, I promise... And if you need any help, I'm just one call away. You know I'm here love...you don't need to be sad." Weston said, placing his hand over mine.
I gave him a very small smile.
"Thank you so much..." I say, looking him in the eyes.
"You're welcome..." He says, with a small smile.
We stare at each other in the eyes for a good fifteen seconds, before I notice Weston starting to lean in. I notice myself starting to lean in to.
What the fuck am I doing?
I shut my eyes, and I can feel Weston's breath over my lips.
Our lips brush together for a second, until our lips finally connect.
He began to kiss me softly, and placed his hand on my upper arm. I placed mine on his shoulder. He leaned in a bit more, causing me to lean back a bit.
I shouldn't be doing this! Wait...you know what? Mark cheated on me. So I'm gonna get revenge. I placed my hands around Weston's neck, pulling him closer. He moved his hands down to my waist.
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We mashed for another minute, until I pulled away.
"Weston, I'm sorry...I can't do this.." I said.
Weston stood up off my bed.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry.. It's not like it meant anything, right?" Weston said, looking down at me as I sat.
"No..it didn't...You gotta promise me that we won't talk about this ever again." I said, even though that kiss meant a lot to me.
"I promise. By the way, that Starbucks is for you.." Weston chuckled.
I looked at the frappe on my desk and smiled a bit.
"Thanks..." I say, walking over to it and taking a sip. It was a chocolate frappe. My favorite.
"No problem. Do you want me to stay longer?" Weston asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Um..it really doesn't matter to me. It'd be great to have you stay." I say.
Weston smiled.
"Alright. But you gotta talk to Mark." He says, his expression turning serious.
I nodded.
"I'm walking over to his house. I'll be back. Oh and by the way, my parents won't be home til eleven so no worries." I said, looking back at him before walking down the stairs.
I cleaned up my tear stains, and walked out the door. I ran to Mark's house, and rang the doorbell. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and I waited. Mark opened the door, and smiled.
"Hey beautiful. Come in." He said, letting me in.
I said nothing, I just walked right past him into his house.
"Woah babe, no hello?" He chuckled, opening his arms for a hug.
I stepped back, avoiding his hug. A confused expression immediately covered his face.
"What's wrong?" Mark said, placing his arms on his sides.
"Don't ask what's wrong." I said sassily, air quoting the "what's wrong".
Mark parted his lips a bit.
"What?! (Y/n)..What's going on." He said, his voice becoming dead serious.
I cross my arms.
"I've seen your snapchat story Mark. And apparently, I'm not the only one that you mash your lips on." I say, with an angry tone.
Mark's eyes widen.
"No, babe I'm sorry! She just made me do it and..." He was interrupted by me.
"Don't you dare call me babe after you practically kissed another girl, and called her cutie!! And you had the nerve to post it on snapchat?! Not a good idea. I thought I could trust you, Mark. I thought you actually loved me." I said.
"I do love you! Oh my gosh, please forgive me. She doesn't even mean anything to me!" Mark yelled.
I shook my head.
"No, Mark. If you did, you wouldn't even have done that in the first place. But kissing another girl...that's too far." I said, biting my bottom lip.
And then it happens. Mark is crying too.
"(Y/n) no! Please! You're the only one I-" I interrupted Mark once more.
"Save it, Mark. I'm done." I said, starting to turn around.
Then I feel Mark grabbing my wrist. I turn around and look at his glossy eyes.
"Please, (y/n)...just hear me out.." He says, a tear rolling down his cheek.
I yank my hand from his wrist.
"Don't touch me. Just...leave me alone." I say, placing my hand on the door knob and slightly turning it.
I turn around and look at his tear stained face.
"Go kiss Abby. You'll feel better." I say, before walking out his door and closing it behind me.

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heeeyyy lovelies! this chapter was so hard to write😭😩.
should (y/n) and mark get back together? or should (y/n) and weston get together? leave your thoughts in the comments! 😊
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