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"I thought you were a nerd?" I asked him. He smirked and chuckled.
"Don't believe everything you see." with that he left me in the dark...
Just an idea so I don't know if its gonna be all that good so give it a shot. :-)
Mark⬆ Mark's POV I can't believe I kissed her. What in the hell was I thinking. But that was the problem,I wasn't. I was being who I really am,not some shy kid. And man did she taste so good, and she felt even better. God her round full hips writhing in pleasure under my touch. What would it be like if she had no clothes on at all I wonder.
Fuck! I really should not be thinking like this.
Her hands gripping my shoulders-
Stop it!
Moaning my name-
God! I stand up right in the middle of class and walk out. I walk to the bathroom. I take off my glasses to splash my face with water. What am I gonna do? I look at my reflection.
What am I gonna do?
Isabella's POV School ended faster than I thought. Before I knew it I was on my bike going home. Then to Mark's when I got home I looked next door but Mark's car isn't in the drive way. Might as well go change.
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Her comfy clothes⬆
I got started on my math homework when I heard a car pull up. I went to my window and saw Mark getting out of his car. He seemed to have a limp, I quickly put on my sandels and ran out the door.
"Mark!" He looked at me and looked annoyed. Huh asshole. I ran up to him anyways.
"What's up with you?" he grumbles something under his breath. I hate people who mumble.
"What was that?" he looked at me irritaed. We've finally reached the door. He unlocked then went in leaving it open for me. Then he went up the stairs to his room, I follow him.
His limp seems bad. I wonder how he got hurt.
He went in his room and say on the bed staring at me as I stood in the door way.
"What?" I asked.
"Are you gonna close the door?" he asked in annoyance. I huffed and did as he asked. I sat at his desk directly on front of him.
"What do you wanna know?" he asked.
"Are you hurt?"
"What?" he seems put off by my question.
"I asked; are. You. Hurt?"
"Oh. Uh... no." He denied.
"You are such a lier! Let me see."
"No."
"Why not?!"
"Because." I do the only thing I can think of: I tackle him.
"Let me... See!" I pull up his pants leg.
"No." he wrestles me off him but not before I see a huge bruise forming around his ankle.
"Oh my God what happened?"
"Damn it I told you-"
"I don't care! You need ice and wrapping."
"I don't-"
"Stay. I'll be back." I went downstairs and got a dish towel and put ive cubes in it. Then I went upstairs to the bathroom for a first aid kit. I then went back to his room.
"Alright, take off your shoes and roll up your pant cuffs." he grumbled and obliged. I took the ice and pressed it against his ankle. He hissed.
"Can you not press so hard?"
"You baby." I mumble but relax my hold.
Once the swelling went down a little I wrapped it and put the the ice back.
"Your sure experienced on how to do that."
"Not really." I say looking away. He gives me a wierd look.
"So know that you nursed me back to heath I guess I should tell you what you wanna know right?" I nodded and he sighed.
"Alright, it the way I make money-"
"But your parents are rich, why would you need to do that?"
"I-"
"*Gasp* Are you a prostitute?!"
"What?! No I'm-"
"*Gasp* Is it a drug thing?!"
"Would you-"
"*Gasp* Is it to finance some wierd fetish?!! Or or-"
"SHUT UP!" I look at him in surprise. He yelled at me.
"It is not for any of that. I'm a fighter." that's shocks me into silence.
Why would he be a fighter? His parents are loaded.
"But... Why?" he laughs darkly.
"My parents... Are about the most greedy people I have ever and will probably ever know. Since I am the oldest they expect me to take care of my brother and I. They pay for the house but food, bills, and necessities fall to me when they're not here. And with Steven always throwing his goddamn parties that's worse."
"But why fight? Why not get a normal job?" he laughs again.
"Because do you know... How... Degrading it is when your parents are loaded and your stuck working your ass off in some fast food joint? At least fighting I can be who want to be and not some nerd or smart guy just normal." I look in his eyes and can see his pain. I feel bad for him.
"Sometimes I don't even think they care about us. Never here always off somewhere or another. Never... Here." he looks away grasp his face in my hands. And look into his eyes.
"I'm sorry your parents are like this." He closes his eyes and I kids his cheek.
My lips linger there and when I pull back his soft, sweet brown eyes look coulded with lust. Some how I end up on the bed with him and his lips on top of me.
"Isabella." he breaths my name into my ear and I shiver. I'm so screwed if we keep this up.
But suddenly he pulls away and leaves me feeling cold.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. You should... You should go. Please. I'm sorry." with that he pushes me out of his room. I stand staring at the door.
