Oblivious Hearts // A DuhitzMark fan fiction

Chapter 14

I pull away from Weston, and sit up, crossing my legs. I stare at my screen for three seconds, debating if I should answer it or not. I remained staring, my ringtone repeating over and over as Mark kept ringing my phone.

"Weston...I don't wanna talk to him."

"Put him on speaker."

I'm shocked by his words, but do as he commands. I shiver as I hear Mark through the phone.

M: (y/n)...

Y: Mark, I don't wanna talk right now.

M: please...just hear me out.

Y: fine. But you have 5 minutes.

I looked at Weston as he pressed his lips together, furrowing his eyebrows. I could tell he was angry, he never wanted me to talk to Mark due to what happened.

M: alright...

Y: I'm all ears.

M: (y/n), I still love you. Without you, I'm just lost. I don't know what to do anymore. You made me happy. You were the reason why I smiled everyday. I know I cheated on you, but... You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I need you with me, (y/n). I need your love. You were always there for me. You were always there to light up my day with your beautiful face. Yes, I know you're dating Weston. But I'll treat you way better than I ever did. I love you. Please come back to me baby...

My jaw dropped. I was speechless. His words touched my heart so much. But, I don't love Mark anymore... Or do I..?

I looked at Weston to see him angry as ever. His cheery eyes turned into an angry look. He balled up his fists, biting his bottom lip. I muted my microphone so Mark couldn't hear me.

"Babe...please don't-"

"Give me your phone. Now."

I nodded, and handed Weston my phone. He un-muted the mic, and spoke into my phone.

M: (y/n)..are you there?

W: fuck off, you fucking piece of shit.

M: Weston?

W: leave (y/n) alone. She's mine.

M: what do you mean?

W: you were on speaker. I could hear everything you told her dumbass.

M: oh.

W: what makes you think (y/n) is gonna come back to you after what you've told her? How could that thought come up in your head after all you've done to her? Making out with Abby in front of her JUST to make her jealous? She's not coming back to you bro. Not unless she forgives you. Which I believe won't happen in a very long time.

I watched as my boyfriend continued to rat out Mark. Even though everything Weston was saying was true, I felt bad for Mark. I don't know why. I shouldn't be, but I felt horrible.

M: ..can I at least be friends with her?

W: you gotta ask her. Not me.

And with that, Weston hung up the phone.

Mark's P.O.V.

"You gotta ask her. Not me."

Tears welled up in my eyes as Weston's voice rang through my ears. Right when I was about to say something else, he hung up.

I turned off my phone, and placed my face in my pillow. I began to cry. And cry, and cry. I don't know why I was crying. Then I began to ask myself,

Why am I crying over someone that doesn't even give two shits about me.

No. (Y/n) still cares for me. I know she does.

I decided to step up my game. I walked over to my desk, and took out a piece of binder paper from my school folder.

I took out a black ink pen, and began to write.

Hey beautiful,
I know you still care.
I know I still care.
We both care.
So give me a chance.
I can make things better.
For the both of us.
I will remain anonymous,
Until you figure out who I am.
Have a wonderful night beautiful.

It was really cheesy, but I didn't care. I began to fold it into a paper airplane.

It was finished.

I walked over to my window, opened it, and aimed for (y/n)'s window.
If I miss this, I'm gonna have to write a new one and try again.

I aimed, and flew it.

It landed in her bedroom.

Y/n's P.O.V.

"Babe, I'm gonna go home alright? I'll see you at school tomorrow.." Weston said, standing up.

I stand up also, and walk closer to him.

"Don't stress too much tonight, okay?" I say, with a smile.

"I won't. I just don't want Mark getting between us." He says, looking at the ground.

I step even closer to him, lifting his chin up with my finger so he was looking at me.

"He'll never get between us.." I whisper as we stare into each other's eyes.

I cup his face with my hands, and connect our lips.  I give him a sweet, loving kiss. He kisses me back as lovingly as I did.

I pull away, and hug him.

"I love you, Weston."

"I love you too.."

We pull away from each other, and Weston leaves.

I sit on my bed, and hear the door close due to him leaving.

As I sit on my bed, I see a paper airplane fly in from my window. It lands on my floor, next to my foot.

I raise an eyebrow, and pick it up. I unfold it, and it reads :

Hey beautiful,
I know you still care.
I know I still care.
We both care.
So give me a chance.
I can make things better.
For the both of us.
I will remain anonymous,
Until you figure out who I am.
Have a wonderful night beautiful.

Butterflies erupt in my stomach as I read it, but my mind is full of disgust. Who could've wrote this?

Then it comes to mind.

It came from my window, and Mark's bedroom window is right across from mine. What a coincidence.

I stood up, and looked out my window to see Mark staring at me. I stare back, but he just closes his curtains and turns off his lights.

This boy isn't gonna give up so easily isn't he.

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Hey beautifuls!
I'm feeling so much better now, and I'm officially my happy self again. I've worked it out with my friends, and my mom is giving my school an excuse to not do my homework! How awesome is that? xDD

Haha, anywayyyy I hope you guys liked this chapter. Sorry if it sucks )): I lowkey ship Weston and (y/n) so hard.... ;)

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xoxo, - t 💗