I hesitate. Slowly, I unzip my sweater, just enough to pull down the hem of my shirt and expose the red marking on my shoulder that had been hidden my the long-sleeved sweatshirt I am wearing. He freezes. His expression is impossible to read. He curses. Regret and disappointment swirl in my stomach. Confusion is what I show outwardly. He takes notice and shakes his head. "There's no way around it now," I hear him mutter. Or at the least I think I do. He shakes his head again, chuckling lightly this time. "Why don't you meet me for coffee on Saturday, say, twelve thirty?" He smiles again and walks off, leaving me shocked and late to my class.
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MARK
RandomThis story is based on an alternate universe (AU) scenario that I'd seen once and wanted to write about. It can be a self insert, as the protagonist will remain nameless and gender neutral because the story is in first person. ALSO the person the pr...
