Our Love-Mark Thomas Fan Fiction

Chapter 6

EMMAS POV
I went downstairs and said to my mom, "I'm going out, mom." And I went out of the door. I started to walk to the corner shop near the park when I saw a boy. He looked really familiar. I've got it. It was my ex. "Emma!" He called, from the otherside of the street. "Jake." I said, trying to look surprised. "You look...amazing!" He stated. "Stop, Jake. I need to be somewhere." I told him, walking away. "Let me just talk to you for a minute. Please..." He begged, grabbing my arm and pulling me back. "What's there to talk about, Jake?" I asked. "Everything. I'll give you my number and we can catch up one day." Jake said. "Look. Another day. I need to be somewhere!" I repeated and walked away.
I reached the corner shop and saw Mark and Jacob. "Hey." I smiled. "Hey." They both said. "You alright?" Mark asked. "Yeah. Are you?" I asked both of them. They nodded and smiled. "Guys. I'm just going to go into the shop for something." I told them and went inside.
MARKS POV
Emma went inside and I asked Jacob, "Damn. Do you think she's hot?" He looked at me, weirdly. Then he smirked. "I know you do." He said. "I was asking if you do, Jacob." I told him. He ignored me and went inside. I followed him in and saw Emma. Jacob went up to her and he knocked a bag of flour onto the floor. "Oh my god, Jacob!" Emma exclaimed, quietly. Jacob stood there, speechless. Then he laughed. "Jacob!" I exclaimed, quietly.
EMMAS POV
Jacob did not just do that. He just knocked over a bag of flour onto the floor. And now if all over! "Guys. We need to run." I said, really quietly, heading to the door. They nodded and followed me. Mark whistled, as he made his way out. "Phew! That was close!" Jacob sighed. "Hey! You lot. Get back here!" The shopkeeper yelled, running out of the shop. "Run!" Mark yelled and started to run down the street. Me and Jacob ran after him. "Hey! Get back here!" We heard him yell. I didn't even look back. I was so scared. We carried on running until we reached a house. Quite a big house, actually. I panted like a dog. "That...was...way to close." I said, out of breath. "And I'm so un-fit..." I carried on saying. "No, no. You're SO fit!" Mark exclaimed. What did he just say?!