Slowly I get up of the cold tile of the kitchen floor and scurry up to Mark's room. Mickaela stands a few feet from me with a look of concern spread across her usually cheerful face. I shake my head towards her to dismiss her worried expression and she lightens up a bit. I can feel Loren's hard eyes on me as I shuffle to the MacBook open on Mark's desk top.
"Are we ready?" Mark questions, swiping over the group. Most of the attendants had left after dinner and the room now only consisted of 6 people. Loren, Mark, Mickaela, Bryce and I. A nod overtook me as the rest of us shouted, "YES!" Mark clicked the 'go live' button and we began.
"Hey cuties!" Mark shouted at the screen. I glanced down, slightly jealous as the numbers began multiplying. I wanted Mark to myself, I wouldn't deny that. "Okay! So I'm here with Karisma, Loren, Bryce and Mickaela! Anything you guys wanna do?" I smiled at the camera and waved but shook my head when Mark questioned what to do. I spaced off towards Loren. Why did she hate me? I didn't under stand at all what I had done so wrong.
A sigh overtook me as I glanced back to the comments, some people shipping Bryce and I as we were sitting right next to one another. "#kyce #Barisma #kayce" I felt a tap on my hand and directed my attention to Bryce. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "are you okay?" I weakly smiled and nodded before spacing out once more.
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By the time we finished broadcasting Bryce and Loren left. It was only Mickaela and I left sitting on Mark's bed, chatting along. I tried not to let on that I was frustrated with Mark. I didn't want to worry Mickaela besides, she would find out sooner or later. A few minuets later Mickaela left, leaving Mark and I alone.
A strong silence filled the air waiting to snap. I coughed, breaking the silence, "well... I should really leave... It's getting late and-" as I got up and began to head out the door, a hand grabbed my wrist causing me to flip around. "Don't leave." He muttered, glancing down at the floor then his eyes burning through mine. "No Mark." I ordered him grasping my own wrist and tugging it free.
I began to open the door as a force backed me against the wall, holding me from escaping. He closed his eyes and inhaled, "why are you mad at me?" He questioned longingly. His eyes went from my green orbs to my lips and back again. I narrowed my eyes, "let me go, Mark." My teeth were gritted and angry. That's when he snapped.
"Stop being immature! You need to learn how to deal with your problems. I know you didn't tell me the truth earlier today but you need to now. I don't give a crap if you hate me all I want is to know if your okay! WHAT DID I DO WRONG?" Sadness flashed in his eyes. How could he?! He obviously knows what he did and if he doesn't, he's blind! A scowl played on my face as I snapped back.
"I'M IMMATURE? TO HELL WITH YOU! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO STARTED ALL OF THIS! FLIRTING WITH LOREN RIGHT AFTER YOU TELL ME YOU LOVE ME!" I threw his hands of me, "LET ME GUESS YOU'RE JUST ONE OF THOSE BOYS AREN'T YOU?! ALL YOU DO IS PLAY WITH GIRLS' MINDS TO GET IN THEIR PANTS AND MOVE ON!" I pushed his chest and turned, once again reaching for the door.
"What about Bryce?" His voice boomed and I froze, guilt washed over me, "you seem to care a whole lot about him."
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