Can't - Mark Tuan Fan fic

6 - Let's Get Under His Skin, Shall We?!?

What do you think would piss Mark more than my presence? So, from this night forward, I'd be clinging to him like leech - as what he called me earlier. 

"Out!" Harry and Mark are surprised to see me in their room this late at night. They almost jump at their beds when I slam the door open with a loud bang. I raise my eyebrow at Harry as he still doesn't get that I'm pointing the command at him. "Give us a minute." I tell him, a bit mellower this time. 

"What do you want, rascal?" Mark says when Harry finally leaves with a scowl. He's still laying on his bed, his shirt off. And the sight of him from last time with only a towel around his waist comes to mind. I quickly shake that off. 

"I just want you to know, that you can't get rid of me that easily, Twain. Lie to me all you want about what Lara thinks of me, I'll just take it as you being frustrated since you don't know what she's doing right now while I do."

His eyes dart at me and he sits up straight. "What do you mean, you do? You talk to her?"

"Of course!" I tilt my chin higher, feeling boastful all of a sudden. "After all, I'm her best friend and you," I look him from head to toe, "are just her fuckin' bitch. You get me?"

I turn around and start for the door when he yanks at my arm, making me stumble backwards. "Cristina." 

"What?" I turn and look at him, not minding showing off how angry I am. He's already standing in front of me. I look into his eyes - I don't really know why I did that - and regret it instantly. His eyes are teary and I have to look down before I feel sorry for him. 

"Wh...What did she say? Is she coming?" Now, his voice is starting to get on me, too. It's very soft, and it cracks at the end. Kinda like he's fighting off his cries. 

I know I'm a bitch and all, but I have feelings, too. No matter how I hate him right now, I feel truly sorry. It's obvious Lara doesn't plan on contacting him any time soon. I see how it's breaking his heart. I want to tell him the truth, but that would be betraying my best friend. 

"Let me go and I'll tell you," I tell him, putting up my arm with his hand still around my wrist. 

He quickly lets go. I don't want to see how expectant he looks right now, so I maintain my eye down. 

"NOT!" I chuckle, running out the door and into our room just across from it, locking the door behind me before he comes and pulls my ear again. I'm evil. I admit. But, that's just who I am. I hate him and I want to piss him off. I didn't like how he lied to me about Lara. I didn't like how he called me a leech or a dumb loser. Especially when he threatened me and said I'm going to pay the price. I hate how he made me cry like that and embarrass me in front of other people. 

I hate him. That's the bottom line. 

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"Hey Twain!" I go to their room very early in the morning. He grumbles and turns his back on me, pulling the blanket over his face. "Yo!" I shake his shoulder furiously, not allowing him to go back to sleep. 

"What????" He shouts, finally facing me with his annoyed face. "It's too early, rascal. What do you want now?"

"Lara just called." 

At the mention of her name he gets up. "What did she say?" Then he narrows his eyes, "You're lying." He goes back to laying, getting a pillow to cover his face completely. 

"Am not." I say.

Actually, I woke up really early to Skype my dad on my laptop, telling him about losing my phone and my wallet so they could contact the bank to report my lost credit cards. He was both mad and worried. He said he'd be sending me a new phone as soon as possible, and new set of cards. He'd call Juho and explain what happens, hoping he'd lend me money for now.