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Chapter Three

Jack's POV

I... I know I shouldn't have agreed to meet with this Felix guy, but I needed something to get my mind off of Mark. He was just too much for me. I don't really have a chance with him anyway. It was obvious how he felt about be. I watched his blank, oblivious eyes as I left the house with Sarah. Once we got out of the house, she started cursing out her brother. Of course just being the person I am, I made her stop. She had a scowl on her face while we walked the rest of the way to the park. We sat there for a while before she spoke up.

"You know, Mark...he doesn't get things that fast." She mumbled under her breath.

"I know. You forget how long we've been friends. Although, I really do appreciate you setting me up with that Felix guy." I scratched the back of my neck.

She looked at me with a solemn look. She took out her phone and started texting away. "Okay, Felix said he'd love to get coffee around four o'clock tomorrow. This is gonna be awkward, but I need you to ask Mark if he can take you." I let out a long and nodded my head yes. What am I getting myself into.

After a few more minutes of chatting, we decided not to go to Gamestop and just head back. Mark was playing his 3DS on the couch and looked over at us. Of course I darted my eyes from him and sped over to the hallway but still in earshot. From where Sarah was, I knew she could see me.

"You guys didn't buy anything?" Mark spoke.

"No," We made eye contact for a split second before she continued talking. "Jack didn't feel like going all the way there and I don't blame him. Your clothes were probably too heavy on him." I slapped myself on the forehead as quietly as I could and gave her a glare.

"Why did Jack speed so quickly to your room?" 

"He... I'm not sure he wants to talk with you right now." No! Why did....

"Maybe I'll go chat with him anyway. You brought his clothes back so I could probably get mine back from him." Mark's voice went deeper as he spoke and the couch creaked as he stood up. I quickly darted into Sarah's room and hid underneath a blanket.

"Mark, you really don't have to-"

"Sarah." He said it incredibly sternly and it made my heart twitch a little. "Why don't you stay out here." He entered the room and closed the door indicating we're alone, but I make no movements from where I am. "Jack." I didn't respond. "Jack. Get up." I slowly sat upwards but didn't make eye contact with the looming figure above me. He sat on the bed in front of me and I could feel the mattress sink downwards making me ever so slightly closer to him.

"What do you want." I mumbled.

"I want to know why Sarah said you didn't want to talk to me."

"She said that? I don't know why she would-"

"Cut it dude. Was it because of my comment earlier?"

"The one about us making out? Um.. no not exactly. I... well uh... how do I..." And right here is about where I fucked things up for myself desperately trying to find a way out of this subject. "You said you wanted your clothes back right? Here you go." And I tore his shirt off of me and tossed it into his arms along with the shorts I was wearing a second ago. It took me a few minutes of him just staring at me to realize the only thing in between him and seeing my almost-naked body was a blanket.

"Jack." He said without breaking eye contact with my chest. "You didn't have to do that." With him still staring at my body, I wrapped my arms around my torso. I could feel my face just burning underneath his eyes.

"I-I... Can you get out and leave me alone." 

"Uhhh..." Mark finally broke his trance of staring at my body and we made eye contact for the first time. "Yes! Oh gosh, of course sorry." And he sped out of there. I wonder if he was staring at my bruise. Yeah, I have a large bruise on the middle of my torso. Before I moved here, there was this one kid that would always kick me there and I guess it never healed? I wasn't emotionally scarred or anything but the bruise was pretty noticeable and only hurt when I applied pressure to it, or did too many sit-ups.

Marks POV

I don't know what made me want to go in there and talk to Jack, but maybe it was because he would always tell me the things that were wrong, and he never hesitated to chat when I wanted to. In fact, a lot of the time he chose me over Sarah. 

Maybe I was pressing to hard on Jack? He seemed flustered and uncomfortable with every word I said. It was weird, I started noticing the details in Jack a little more than I thought I would. Like when he emerged from his hiding spot, his hair was all tousled and messed up. I also saw how desperate he was to change the subject but I just kept pressing it so I could see his face scrunch up in thought. Then when he ripped my shirt and shorts off of him, all I could do was stare. It was odd, but I couldn't pull my eyes away from the muscle just forming on him. He wrapped himself up in his arms, but all I wanted to do was unwrap them and keep looking at the way his muscles flexed as he moved. I only left when he asked me to because it finally registered in my brain that what I was doing was out of character and creepy.

I feel like I should feel bad for staring at him, but in his own way he was kinda beautiful.

When I left the room Sarah was looking at me with her mouth wide open. She shoved me aside and ran into the room. I could hear faintly what Jack said as the door closed behind Sarah.

"I need to stop loving him."

A/N Okay,,, so I've been a little MIA for a little while and I'm really sorry! I like honestly have no excuse other than me being lazy and eating too much but eh. I do apologize though, so SORRY ;P