{14} Stop Calling Me That

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A/N: This is kinda shitty, I'm sorry!

The loud music and voices of teenagers is pretty much the only distraction from the sound of people having sex in empty hallway closets.

Savannah forcefully shoved Mark into the closet, closing the door behind them. "I'm ready if you're ready." she said innocently as if she'd never had sex before, which there's no way she hasn't. Her long nails gently grazed his skin as she softly caressed his cheek.

"Okay." Mark shrugged. he pushed past her and quickly opened the door in an attempt to free himself from the closet, and as soon as he tried to walk away he felt a hand grab his own.

"Where are you going, babe? We haven't done anything yet." she whined, quickly grabbing his arm.

"Don't call me that. You know I have a boyfriend."

Savannah wrapped her arms around the taller boy's neck. "Yeah, but maybe you could have a girlfriend soon?"

"Um...No thanks." Mark maneuvered his way out of her hold. He truly didn't like girls at all. I mean, he really didn't look at anyone else besides Jack and some celebrities. And come to think of it, he'd never dated anyone besides him. He'd never even done anything sexual with his boyfriend.

The blonde haired girl wasn't gonna let him get away from her this easy, so in her drunken state she followed him about 10 feet away from the closet and grabbed his hand once again.  

"Marky! What the fuck? Why are you being so boring?" Mark ripped his hand right from her tight grasp. He really wasn't in the mood to put up anymore.

"Stop calling me that!" He yelled, making his way to the door.




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