(Y/n)'s P.O.V.
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I lay my head on Mark's sweatshirt, my tears leaving stains as I continued to cry. I've been crying for such a long time now, maybe ten minutes. But Mark just stayed with me, caressing my back, and just cuddling me. I couldn't get the image of Payton and Weston out of my mind. I told Mark all about what happened. Her sitting on his lap, lips pressed together, his arms around her waist, her arms around his neck, UGH! And of course, Mark wanted to beat his ass. I've always had the feeling that Weston was up to no good. But at the same time, I still trusted him. I was so stupid for actually trusting him. Before he and Payton started spending time together, he would always want to be with me. His eyes sparkled whenever he talked to me, his smile always showed so much affection when I was there... until that one day he had to "do homework". He fucking lied. But Mark...Mark was always there for me when I had to talk about the problems between Weston and I. He's really changed ever since the time he cheated on me. And now it makes me think, was it Weston who I really loved? Or Mark?flashback...
it's been one and a half months now. Me and Mark are doing well. We're starting to build a pretty close relationship. Best friends, even. I've been hanging out with Mark more in school, than Weston. Because well...Me and Weston are...fine I guess. He's been hanging out with the new girl in school. She's really nice. Really pretty, too. It's Payton, I believe. We're friends, but I feel like she's been spending more time with Weston way more than I do. Or.. I did.
Right now it's 4 p.m. And Mark and I were chilling at the mall food court. Because Weston had to go "tutor someone". I wish he could make time for me in his tight schedule. I mean... I am his girlfriend after all.
"Y/n, you okay?" Mark asked, waving his hand in my face.
I snap out of my trance, and look in his dazzling blue eyes. They were so beautiful. I turn my head down to my lap, and sigh.
"Yeah...I'm fine." I say, not sounding too convincing.
I look back up at Mark, and see him raising one eyebrow. As if he was asking what's up.
"Okay, fine. I'm not okay.. But can I vent to you?"
Mark gives me a small smile, and sits up so he's paying his full attention.
"Talk to me." He says.
I take a deep breath, and start talking...
"I'm having relationship drama right now, Mark.."
"What's going on, now?"
"It's Weston. He just..." I stop talking, and tears start to build up in my eyes.
Mark looked at me with sadness in his eyes, and placed his hand on top of mines.
"Don't rush it.. Take all the time you want." He says, looking me in the eyes.
I blinked away my tears, and continued to explain.
"He's been spending more time with other people than me. I mean I'm not trying to sound greedy, but I am his girlfriend. I understand that he needs to tutor people, and work on projects and stuff... But like couldn't he just...make some time for me? Because....we haven't talked in a while. He hasn't been coming over to my house like always. And it hurts me so much. Mark, it's tearing me apart..!" I say, my voice cracking at the end.

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Oblivious Hearts // A DuhitzMark fan fiction
Fanfiction14 years old. You were a 14 year old girl who obsesses over cute guys on the Internet. Especially over the one and only, Mark Christopher Thomas . You're from Hawaii and one day, your parents spread the news that you and your family will be moving t...