He's Just Not That Into Me

Going downhill

"Grace, you go look for Bob and Wade down here, I'll look for them upstairs." She nods in agreement.

As I run up the stairs my eyes start to sting; it's not from the smoke in the air either. There's seems to be an endless hallway, with endless doors. I just need to know which door is to the bathroom. I take the third door on the right. I walk in and instantly regret my decision. Two kids whom I don't know are having sex.

"Christ! What the fuck!" I yell. They both scream and I slam the door shut.

I hear a familiar laugh. "(Y/n) what are you doing?" I turn and see Bob holding a red plastic cup that I can assume is beer based on the smell of his breath.

"I-uh, I'm trying to find a bathroom."

"I'll show you," Bob leads me further down the hall, then we turn left. It's a dead end hallway with a door just right there.

"Do you need anything?" He asks me.

"No, uh," I can feel my eyes start to water again. "Grace is looking for you and Wade downstairs. You should go find her." I close the door gently, locking it, and look in the mirror.

"(Y/n) you are better than this." I say to my reflection. "You do not need this mess in your life. Just...just..." Tears drip down on my face. "I can't..." then a full on sob comes on. "I can't do this... I need his toxicity out of my li-i-i-ife..." (that's supposed to be you doing that cry talk thing people do idk how else to write it XD) Then someone knocks on the door. I quickly calm down I wipe my face with toilet papers. "Y-yes?"

The doorknob jiggles. "(Y/n)? It's Mark. Bob and Grace said you were in here. Why's the door locked?" He jiggles it some more. "Can I come in?"

*Mark's Pov*
I didn't even know you were here yet!" I try to yell over the music, hoping she'll hear me. I shake the knob some more, just in case she can't hear me then she'll hear the door.

It opens quickly but not all the way. Just enough so I can see her half her face. "What? Yeah, hi Mark. What's up, what do you need?"

"Uh, are you okay?" I ask. I notice her eyes are bloodshot red. I doubt she found the room of people smoking weed.

"Yeah, uh," she wipes her eye. "I'm fine." She gives me a fake smile.

I raise an eyebrow at her. "You sure?"

"I am positive." Another fake smile.

"I don't know why you think you can lie to me," I state firmly. "(Y/n), I know you better. Open the door all the way and talk to me."

"Sorry Mark. There's nothing to talk about." She tries to close the door, but I push it open.

*Your Pov*
"Mark, what're you doing?" I stumble back and cross my arms.

"Talking to my best friend."

Stab to the heart. "Oh, so now you want to be best friends?"

"What are you talking about? We've always been best friends!"

"Really? Because ever since you started dating Claire it's like you don't care about anything that involves me."

"You can't get mad at him for hanging out with me, hun. We're dating!" Of course Claire would show up at the sound of her name.

"Hey, yeah, A B conversation. So how 'bout you C your way out!" I snap.

"(Y/n), calm down!" Mark hisses at me.

"Yeah, (y/n), back off!" Claire adds on, trying not to slur her words.

"See! This is what I am talking about Mark! I can't talk to you without her getting in the middle of it, and you taking her side! Why can't I ever talk to you one on one! Why does she have to be in all of our conversations, acting like I give a FUCK about what she has to say!?"

"How am I taking her side? I told you to calm down because you're taking your anger out on Claire for no reason!"

"I think we should all get some drinks! Then maybe we can all talk this through!" Claire smiles, slurring her words.

"I have nothing to talk through with you," I say through gritted teeth. "Both of you, just leave me alone."

Claire shrugs, "Okay!" She grabs Mark by his forearm and begins to drag him out of the room.

"Babe, how about you go get some drinks and wait in a bedroom for me." He smiles at her. I roll my eyes to avoid them from watering.

"Okay. Don't be long!" She runs out of the room.

"Did you really have to talk about that in front of me?" I scoff.

"I was just trying to get her out of here." He pulls me into a hug.