Unpredictable Love

Chapter 59

Chapter 59

Karleigh's POV

"Mind if I sit down?" Marcus asks politely, as he points next to the area I was just sitting.

I look at the ground, then back up at Marcus. "Y'know Marcus, I already have quite the list of reasons of why I'm going to hell, and I'm not quite sure if I want 'sitting next to a guy who imitates God' to be on it." I smirk at him.

He throws his head back in laughter and sits on the ground anyways. With a small sigh I take a seat back on the ground, our bodies are closer than I'd like, but I don't move away.

"It seems to me Karleigh, that you are in a situation of distress." Marcus states, in a obvious tone.

I look over at him, and study his face. He's fairly handsome, why hadn't I noticed how handsome he was at the club that one night? Marcus raises his eyebrows at me, and I snap myself back to reality.

"So are you a therapist, or some shit?" I ask him sarcastically. He chuckles and sighs.

"No, I'd just hate to see a beautiful girl like you, go to waste." He says simply. Our eyes meet and the look on his face seems so understanding.

"Don't call be beautiful." I say and turn away from him.

We both stay silent for quite some time, then Marcus begins to stand to his feet. "I should go..." He murmurs, but I grab his hand.

"Wait, don't go." I blurt. He turns to look at me, but doesn't say anything, he just sits back down.

"I'm sorry," I apologize. "I just don't want to talk about this particular problem right now." The words rush from my mouth, as I am desperate to keep my company. He nods understandingly, and looks out at all of the graves.

"What are you doing at a cemetery, anyways?" I ask him hypocritically. He subtly shrugs.

"My mom, she's buried out there. She died when I was fourteen, from cancer." He tells me, his words full of sorrow. I'm not sure what possesses me, but I place me hand overtop of Marcus's. His blue eyes flicker down at our touching hands, then away.

"Why are you here?" He asks me.

"My Dad died, but he's not buried here, he's buried back home in Atlanta. Since I can't see his grave, I come here to pay the dead a visit." I confess.

Marcus smiles over at me, "You're an interesting girl Karleigh." I smile, and shrug.

"A troubled girl, you mean?" I tease and we both laugh. "So, you still not up for talking about your other problem?" Marcus asks in such a caring tone, that I second guess myself.

I look over at him, "Harry and I got into a stupid fight, when he left I went to the bar and he went to kiss some other bitch. Oh yeah, and his best friend kissed me." I sum up the entire story.

"Sounds like a shitty problem." Marcus states blatantly and I give a small attempt at a smile. Tears sting my eyes, but I blink them back not wanting to cry in front of someone I barely know.

"Give it some time, he'll come back around." He promises me, with a sincere smile. "Until then, would you like to go get some ice cream with me? I'd like to continue our conversation, but I hate being at the cemetery at night." He confesses and I can't help but giggle.

"Yeah, I'd love to." I tell him as we both stand to our feet, and make our way to our cars. Marcus drives ahead of me, leading us to the ice cream shop.

We park close together in the crammed parking lot, and I reach for my wallet before I climb out of my car. The ice cream shop is like no other I've ever seen before and I can't seem to hide my amazement.

The shop is a small building with two sliding glass windows, that you walk up to and order from, and the workers inside make your order for you and you eat outside. Marcus is smiling at my amusement as he leans in to tell me something.

"It gets better, you can order any flavor ice cream, and get whatever toppings you'd like and they blend the toppings into the ice cream." He explains, and I can feel my excitement bubbling.

"Like what? What do you typically get?" I ask him out of curiosity.

"Today, I think I'm gonna go for some strawberry shortcake ice cream with marshmallows, and maybe some banana slices." He says. I'm gaping at him, I had no idea they had toppings so unique, I was expecting sprinkles.

"Can I take your order?" The older women through the window asks me.

"Can I get strawberry ice cream...with strawberries, as my topping." I order and she nods, giving me a polite smile, and passing me my ice cream through the window and I exchange her my money. When I turn around Marcus is bent over laughing uncontrollably.

"What." I state, and he keeps on laughing. When he's calmed down from his random laugh attack he quickly orders and comes over to wear I'm sitting with my ice cream.

"Out of all the ice cream flavors to choose from, you get strawberry the most basic flavor. For your topping, you just kept it safe and went with strawberries, which probably won't even add any flavor to your ice cream." He teases.

I glare at him, "For your information, it adds plenty flavor." I pout and Marcus raises a doubtful brow.

"Oh yeah? Lemme taste." He challenges me and I smirk as I scoop a decent sized bite into my spoon and bring the spoon to his lips for him to taste.

As his lips wrap around the spoon that I'm feeding to him, my cheeks flush with embarrassment and my eyes shoot away from his. That was an extremely couple-like gesture, but I'm with Harry. Aren't I?

I want to be.

Marcus seems to realize our actions too because after he tastes my ice cream he just timidly nods and gives a small smile. "You're right, it adds flavor."

I rush to finish my ice cream, and look over at Marcus. "I should get going, my Aunt's going to be expecting me home soon." I lie.

Marcus nods understandingly. "We should swap numbers." He says casually and I nod as I hand him my cell phone, and I take his.

As I'm typing my number into is screen, Marcus sucks in a deep breath. "Ooh, yikes Karleigh. What the hell did you do to your screen?"

I sigh, almost forgetting that when I tossed my phone against the wall the screen shattered. "Uh, it hit a wall. Long story." I mumble and he gently chuckles before handing my phone back and I give him his.

"Well, see ya." He says before opening his arms for a hug. I step towards him and he tugs me closer and engulfs me in his warm arms. He smells like a lovely mix of cologne and chlorine but it's a nice mix.

"Well, see ya." I repeat his words from earlier and pad off in the direction of my car.

"Hey, Marcus!" I hear a deep, familiar voice greet Marcus further back behind me. I turn to casually look to see who he's talking to and my stomach churns when I see Zayn chatting with Marcus by his car.

From my distance I can't make out the words that they're exchanging, but as if he knew I was here all along, Zayn turns and makes blood-chilling eye contact with me. I whip around, and speed walk the rest of the distance to my car.

He knows I was here with Marcus, I'm certain he saw us together before he approached. I know I'm not technically cheating, but the look he gave me makes me feel as if I've been caught in the act.