Should I Or Should I Not?

Chapter 11

Mark's P.O.V

I got into my car and turned the keys to start the engine. Well i hope (Y/N) will buy my 'excuse'. I stepped on the pedal and headed for Blackwell. As I drove, i made up the things i wanted to tell her. Why I called. Why at times I can't look her in the eyes. I wish i could. I really do. But she'll be in danger. And so would I.

Your P.O.V

Well here i am, waiting for a teacher, in a dress(MEDIA), with my headphones in, out side of Blackwell. Pffft definitely something I do everyday. I looked at the time on my phone, seems like i'm 10 minutes early. I leant against the wall of the entrance to Blackwell and just bobbed my head along to the music. I listened to the soothing guitar sounds that relax me as i looked at the cars driving past me. Well since it's a weekend it's expected to have so many cars driving down the road. Soon, a black Porshe car stopped in front of me, and Mr. Jefferson stepped out of the car and walked over to me. My heart started racing at how he looked. His figure and suit was almost perfect.

"Shall we go?" He asked with a humble smile, bringing me back from my daydream. I chukled slightly. "You didn't have to get out of the car, i could've just went in." I said

"I'd feel rude if I did that." He said and walked over to open the passenger seat door for me. I bowed slightly out of awkwardness and his kindness and got in the passenger seat as he closed the door for me, and got in the driver's seat. He stepped on the pedal and we were off. "So um... how was your weekend?" He asked. Clearly he was just as uncomfortable as i was with the awkward silence and all.

"It wasn't that bad, what about you Mr. Jefferson?" I asked. "It was alright thank you for asking. Just went to a friend's wedding, I was his best man." The thought of Mr. Jefferson wearing a bowtie in a suit made me blush. Although i see him in a suit literally every lesson, just picturing it made me blush. I looked out the window to hide it. "By the way, do you know who is Annie Leibovitz?" He asked and i nodded.

"Yea she's the photographer who took the picture for the cover of Les Miserables. I love her work, why?" I asked. She's an extremely good photographer who somehow manages to control the light and feeling of a photo which i admire greatly. "That's my friend who will be giving the talk later."

Okay. What. In. The. World. Did. He. Just. Say.

"You're joking." I said looking at him. He looked at me, chuckled and diverted his eyes back on the road. "No I'm not." I was literally jumping in my seat. "Oh my god!!!!!" I whisper-Shouted. "Thank you so much Mr. Jefferson." I said after calming myself down. He looked at me again for a second and said "From now on... I think you can call me Mark. Only when we're alone of course."

"Why?" I ask, tilting my head slightly to one side. "It seems like we'll get along even better than i'd thought." He said laughing. I saw his face. Gosh... those dimples... that defined jawline... and his smile just... makes my heart melt. I nodded and looked out the window. "okay Mr Jef- i mean Mark."