The Teachers Assistant

chapter 3 part 4 of 4

I hadn't seen Mark since my brothers had caught us kissing in the bedroom.  My brothers had left to go back home a couple days ago.  I was getting lonely and eager to see Mark again. He said he has been busy with work and training and had no time to see me. He did however say he was taking the weekend off of work and skipping training as well. Which meant free Time for us?  I know we aren't dating or anything but other than Sofia he's really my only friend in this city. Since Sofia has a new boyfriend, that leaves me only Mark to hang out with.

I heard the doorbell ring and I ran to the door. I stopped right in front of it and examined myself in the mirror fixing my hair and makeup. I opened the door.

"Hey" I say and he just walks right in and engulfs me in a bear hug.

"I missed you. I mean I know were not dating or anything but it feels good to be around you." he says releasing me. I smile and walk into the living room slumping myself onto the couch.

"So what do you want to do today? I mean it’s starting to rain so we can't leave but we can watch a movie or..." I start to trail off.

I notice him just staring at the wall, an unimpressed look on his face. I notice how tired he looks and how tense he's sitting.

"Are you ok?” I ask touching his arm. He flinches and looks at me. I notice his eyes are a dark blue. I wish I knew what each color meant. It would let me understand him better.

"Actually no. I've been waiting to do this all week." he says, grabbing me close to him smashing his lips to mine. I’m shocked and sit there with my eyes wide open confused. It didn't take long though for me to start to kiss him back. He starts running his hand along my back giving me shivers. I then start to run my fingers through his hair. I start leaning back and he lays on top of me starting to kiss down my jaw.  I lean my head back and start trailing my hands up and down his back.

I know what we both want and I start tugging at the bottom of his shirt. He looks up at me and I nod my head. He grins.

"Are you sure because I know that this could be too soon and I don't want to rush you into anything ..." I put my lips to his gently kissing him, more like teasing him.

"I'm sure. I am a big girl Mark I can make choices for myself." I whisper against his lips. We begin to kiss but he stops. He stands up and takes off his shirt and picks me up bridal style.

"To the bedroom.” he says winking and we continue on from there.

...........

We were now sitting on the couch snuggling fully clothed. After we had some serious love making we then continued to the shower only to get dirtier but eventually ended up back in our clothes where we agreed to watch a movie.

"I really do like you" I say, Looking in his now light grey eyes. Seriously you never knew what colors his eyes would be the next time you looked at them.

He sighed.  "I know and that’s the problem." he says

I pout. "How is that a problem?" I ask.

"Because I'm starting too really like you." he says.

Then a question that I couldn't quite shake off starts to linger.

"Why are there bruises all over you?" I ask, gently outlining a dark purple one on his upper arm with my finger.

"It’s from the. ...the... the training.  I guess I'm pushing myself to hard." he says, pushing the loose hairs out of my face.

"If you don't mind me asking what are you training for. I mean my brothers never told me and neither did you so what is it for?" I ask curiously.

"It’s... its Uhmm... it for..." his phone begins to ring. He glances at it and smiles. "Sorry I have to take this. It’s my mom." he says showing me and sure enough it read MOM.  

"It’s fine" I say and he gets up heading for the kitchen.

I don't ease drop on him but I can't help but catch certain things like ...." what do you mean" and "today?"  And “right now?" Whatever he and his mom were talking about it was serious.

He finally walks back to me grabbing me and kissing me passionately.  He lets go of me holding onto my face really looking at me. I notice the sad look on his face and I am about to ask why when he begins to talk.

"I'm sorry I have to go like this but I’ll talk to later ok. It’s kind of a family emergency and I need to go." he says letting me go.

I watch him leave and am only able to get out “well call me" before he leaves out the door.

I sit there bored and decide that now might be a good time to make myself some lunch. I walk over to the counter when I see a note.

I open it and begin to read it out loud.  

"I'm sorry I couldn't even have the guts to say goodbye to you in person. I know that this isn't how things should have needed but I had no choice. I don't like you and I can see your beginning to fall for me so I am leaving before I can hurt you any further. You really are a sweet girl and you will find that special someone, it's just not me. I hope you can understand what I'm trying to say Eve.

-Mark."

I begin to rage with anger and throw the paper aside tears running down my face.

 Why? I ask myself. Why would he leave me like that? My brothers were right. Why can't I listen to them sometimes? It could have saved me this heartache. I need a drink. I tell myself and walk over to the pantry grabbing my wine bottle heading to the couch where I begin to blabber to myself while watching old episode of friends.