May I Have This Dance

Chapter 32

Jack's POV
Mark and I sit in the car silently. I'm not sure if it's because of how early it is or that he's sad that I'm not staying with him anymore. He's most likely tired so I continue to not say anything.
He pulls into a parking spot and the two of us get out of the vehicle. I go to lace our fingers together, but he instantly pulls away. I'm not going to say that I was angry, just a tad bit sad. Sure it's a simple thing, but he's being very dramatic right now about god knows what. Whatever is wrong can't be all that bad. Hopefully it isn't all that bad.
We walk inside with him walking away from me a little too quickly. Before I can even follow him he's already upstairs. I grumble storming off to first period.
Why is he acting like this? He's so distant and cold. Won't speak a word to me and won't even look at me.
I pull out my phone once I'm sat down.
Markimoo: Are you alright? You seem very distant today.

Markimoo: Did I do something wrong? If I did just tell me and I can fix it. Even if it's not bc of me I'm still here.
***
It's our break at the moment so Mark and I sit in the empty art room. He does his homework while I sit here doodling on a piece of graph paper. Usually this is the time where we just act like idiots, but it's like he doesn't even want to give himself a break. The bell rings and he rushes out of the room before I can even say a word to him. It's almost like he doesn't want to be around me.
I pick up my bag and grumble all the way to my last class. Fucking what's his deal today?
***
I wait by my locker for Mark after school. He soon is rushing down the stairs holding his straps of his bag. Mark walks out not even stopping for me. It's almost like I'm invisible. I follow behind him with a some how tame emotions.
The two of us get in the car and buckle up before he drives off to our houses. As we go down each road it's absolutely silent. Not even the Spice Girls cassette tape is playing. Just dead silence and I absolutely hate it. I don't mind our comfortable silence when he actually notices my existence.
We pull into his drive way and he turns off the car. I go to kiss him before we get out, but he turns his cheek to me getting out of the car as fast as he can. I try and not let him see that it phased me. Which is why I quickly get out and go to my door slamming it loudly behind me. I chuck my backpack on the ground as a few tears slip from my eyes.
It's almost like he doesn't want to be around me anymore. Does he not love me? Don't be crazy Jack. He's probably just busy with applying for colleges. Yeah, that's it it's just college.
***
The next day was all the same. He refused to even acknowledge me. Mark almost left without me this morning. Which just absolutely pissed me off.
He pulls into his driveway and when he goes to get out I hold his wrist.
"What uts your deal? You haven't said a word to me for two days. Did I do something wrong? If I did tell me? I can fix the problem I promise. Just tell me what's wrong."

"You can't stop the way things are meant to be."

"Which is what?"

"Leaving me."

"Mark I wouldn't leave you. The fact that you think I would is just crazy."

"Yes, but with you and all your dance stuff, your dad gone, you picking up slack at home! There's no doubt that we'll be together with all this shit! I love you, but it won't work if all of this is happening," Mark yells.

"Mark listen you live right next door. You can seriously live at my house every other day. I'm not getting a job and yes with some things happening it's getting harder, but shutting me out isn't helping anything," I speak kindly cupping his face.

"You're right," he sighs looking at his hands.

"Of course I am. You just got to have a little faith in us okay? Don't try and get rid of me so quickly."
Mark laughs and nods as my hands hold his pretty face. His eyes meet mine and I smile sweetly at him. Our faces inch towards each other as our eyes close. Before we know it our lips are connected perfectly. Our mouths move in sync as my hands go up to his hair. I lace my fingers in the strands of his hair as his mouth slowly moves down to my neck. I push him away and he looks at me confused.
"You realize that my house is empty right and we can make out as much as we want there. Just figured since it's better than in here."
Mark chuckles as the two of us get out of the car and run inside my house. We go up the steps as Mark giggles like a fucking idiot. The two of us walk into my bedroom and shut the door behind us. I step closer to him and give him a closed smile. He pushes back my hair and returns the action. My arms snake around to the back of his neck as his slide down to my waist. We just stand there. Not doing a single thing except just stare at one another.
"You're so pretty you know that," Mark whispers and a slight shade of pink shows on my cheeks.

"Just shut up and kiss me," I chuckle pressing my lips to his.
He smiles into it tightening his grip on me. Our lips move in sync as Mark backs up to my bed. In an instant I'm laying on top of Mark with my fingers weaving themselves through his hair. However I'm soon flipped over so Mark is now hovering over me. His hands start to slide under my shirt grazing his fingers over my skin. The touch of his hands on my bare skin brings electricity to my body. Every single touch I feel from him just feels perfect. His soft lips moving with mine as his tongue slips into my mouth, it's almost like I needed this. Mark kissing me and grazing his hands over me is all that I need and some how I can tell that this is what he needs too.

Don't know how to explain how I feel about this. Kind of feel like it doesn't make sense but I'm also surviving off of five hours of sleep. So a lot of things don't make sense. Anyways happy reading!