Can't - Mark Tuan Fan fic

19 - Leave Me Alone, Mark!

Why is he doing this to me? Why can't he just leave me alone? Even if he said he had called Lara and had broken up with her, this is still wrong. 

I can't even find the courage to talk to Lara. I don't know what to tell her. I'm sure she's crying right now. How would I console her? 

"Hey. That's ok. You can find a better one. Mark is an ass. Forget about him." It just sounds so insincere. Most especially that I don't really mean it. 

I feel so evil not even feeling sorry at all. I'm not happy...if that's what you're thinking. I just don't feel like apologizing. If this is what you call karma on her, then so be it. 

I'm hating myself for these emotions. First of all, she's my best friend. Second, she's sick. Then, there's the fact that Mark and I did not just kiss this time. Of all the people he'd mess up with, why me? Of all the people I can easily sleep with, why him?

Most of all, why am I wanting him beside me more and more? Even more than my silly crush on Nichkun. 

Aside from Mark and Lara, I also have my dad and the firm to think about. How bothered is he that he missed one important thing when covering for what happened to Trey? I'm starting to get stressed out. My body is also feeling that. I can't even get up in the morning.

Late, I still go to my classes. The mentors has a special project for us this month. They divide us into two teams. Unfortunately, I have to be teamed up with Mark and Angie. Mark - I want to avoid. Angie - she wants to avoid me. Plus, Junior who is starting to annoy me, too. He's starting to be as clingy as Mark. And, Jackson. He's just noisy. Someone I don't want to be close with at this time. 

I feel like I'm already tired. We just discussed the four songs we need to practice and my muscles are already aching. At the end of the day, I collapse just after the group practice. I have to be taken to the hospital for a check up. They don't really find something wrong with me, I already expect that. I'm physically healthy. But my mental condition is the problem. I think I'm gonna go crazy anytime soon.

Sunday comes and I can't even meet my Grandpa. I have to do constant practices. Because aside from the group performances, we're still asked to prepare a song individually. 

Because of over fatigue due to nonstop practices with my group and the thoughts that don't leave my mind, I feel like quitting. 

I'm planning to just sleep in and let the day pass, but one certain guy wouldn't let me do that. Mark barges in my room early in the morning with a tray of breakfast in his hand. "Good morning sleepy head."

"Twain. Please. Get out before I ram that tray on your face." I say, burying my face under the pillow. 

"You can't get rid of me with your threats." He chuckles, setting the food on the bedside table and sitting on the bed. He pulls away the pillow over me and laughs even more. 

"What?" I furrow my brows. 

"You look really cute in the morning." He pinches both my cheeks. And he has the sweetest smile on his face, acting really cute himself. 

I grab the pillow and hit his face with it. "Leave now!"

"Why?" He holds onto my hand to prevent me from hitting him again. "Too much cuteness in the morning?"

UGH!!! I want to keep a straight face, but he's making faces in front of me that it is hard not to smile. 

"That's better," he says. "Now, eat!"

I sit up and take the food from him. "Aren't you gonna be late, Mark?" I chuckle at the plate on the tray. It's a pancake shaped like SpongeBob, complete with arms and legs and clothes made from chocolate syrup and sprinkles. "Where'd you get this?"