Find A Way Back To Us | Septiplier | Cause Trouble In Me Sequel

Seven

>Mark<

Jack's face is still in my mind as I get into my uniform. I should've told him I was fired from my last job and was able to find one here. But if he knew what I was doing here, it would disappoint him; I don't want to disappoint him anymore.

At first I was only a bouncer, since the owner noticed how built I was and how frequent I came, it was easy for me to get the job. However, when majority of the women who came here saw how attractive I was, they wanted me to be in the bar. So she promoted me to be the bartender, since again I knew most of them. Finally, women wanted private dances with me, so I was promoted to one of the strippers.

I tried explaining to the owner that I wasn't comfortable with the job, but she wasn't going to change her mind; I couldn't quit either since I needed the job. So I started working as the bartender for the whole day until it was about eleven at night for me to work as a male stripper. That's where I would find another girl to bring home as well. It wasn't a job I was happy with, but it paid me good.

I recently started going into the bar to help clean up from the day prior. I was getting paid for it too.

Someone knocked. Then I heard the managers voice. "Hurry up Mark, we have to start cleaning soon."

I opened the door and forced a smile. My manger was small in height, she had to look up when she talked to be, but she was very attractive. Her name was Ava.

"I'm ready," I said.

She smiled. "Oh good, you have your bartender uniform on already. You can start cleaning around the bar."

I casually made my way to the bar and started cleaning the counter; my thoughts went back to Jack. I knew he saw Ava kiss my cheek as I entered the bar, he must be thinking the worst of me right now, or maybe thinking she's my girlfriend. But that's how she greets all the male workers, it isn't the best greeting, but that's how she wanted it. I wasn't supposed to argue with her about it but now Jack must be--

"Mark!" I heard someone yell.

I was taken out of thought to be faced with one of the other bartenders, Ryan.

"What?" I asked abruptly.

"You've been cleaning the same glass for five minutes."

I looked down at my hands to see he was right. I put it down and started on the next one. "Sorry..."

He looked at me with concern. "Is everything okay man? You seem off."

I sighed but before I could answer, Ava interrupted us. "Mark, may I speak with you."

I nodded then looked at Ryan. "Can you finish these up for me?"

He rolled his eyes. "Fine."

I chuckled then followed Ava to her office. She closed the door behind me; she had the most serious face. I sat down in one of the chairs and she sat by her desk.

"Mark, is something going on?" she asked concerned.

I gave her a puzzled look. "What do you mean?"

"You haven't been yourself is what I mean. You've been dazed out the past days; you gave one of the girls the wrong drink yesterday," she explained.

"Oh," I said hanging my head in shame.

She suddenly had her fingers on my chin, making me look up at her. "Calm down. I'm not mad at you, just concerned."

Her sudden gestured reminded me of back when I would comfort Jack. He would look down at his shoes, play with his fingers, afraid of what was happening, but I was always there to assure everything was okay. When did I stop being that way? I used to care for him more than I cared about my own life and well being. I don't know where I lost myself; I promised to always be there for him but I broke him. I broke us.

"Mark!" I heard Ava yell slightly at me. "You're crying," she ended, her voice calm now.

I wiped my cheek to realize that she was correct. "Oh..." I barely whispered, brushing more tears away.

Her face was washed with concern. "Okay, tell me what's going on."

"My ex is back in town," I barely breathed.

"Your ex?" she questioned. "Who is she?"

"He..." I corrected.

She looked surprised. "Excuse me for asking, but are you gay?"

I didn't look at her when I answered. "Still not sure. I've only been with him, and I don't want anybody else but him."

She nods. "I see, you still have feelings for him."

I shrugged, still confused about the whole situation. "I don't know..."

She raised an eyebrow. "How come?"

"I'm no longer good for him anymore. He can do better than me; anybody else in this entire world is better. I can no longer provide anything for him," I explain, my chest becoming heavy.

She sighed. "Don't beat yourself up like that Mark."

I furrowed my brows. "And how come I shouldn't I?" My blood boils. "I'm the reason he left!"

Her expression challenged mine. "Then do something about it. Stop wallowing in your own depression."

I sneered. "That's all I know to do now..."

She rolled her eyes. "Well then you're going to lose him."

I stood up, not wanting to hear anymore. "Can I go back to doing my job?"

"Go ahead, but you're not staying for the night," she said strictly.

"How come?"

"You need to get yourself together Mark. So take the night off, you basically have no choice or taking it or not, you're off."

I started for the door. "Thanks..." I said with the most ungrateful smile.

I went back behind the bar and continued to clean. My mind was still not clear of my thoughts about Jack and I. I remember the way he used to smile genuinely at me, the way he would giggle when I played with his hair; we both used to be so happy together, now we can't even be near each other.

A couple more tears fell down my cheek when Ava announced we would be opening soon. I wiped them away before anyone could notice them. There was no use in crying.

My tears weren't going to bring Jack back to me; they weren't going to bring us back. Deep down I felt nothing was going to help anymore. And I wasn't going to try and fight it anymore.

I lost.
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A/n: Im going to update another small chapter today or tomorrow still in Mark's POV, so look out for that