better m.t

•fourteen•

Mark walked me back to my house. There was still a slight silence between us. Usually, he'd come up with something to talk about. This wasn't the fun and friendly Mark I knew. Somehow I knew that he had been affected by what happened earlier on with Emily.

His blonde hair was now a slightly lighter shade of brown. His eyes were brought out by this colour.. especially when he smiled. But now, I didn't have the courage to even look him in the eyes.

I knew that I had given my heart up to someone again. There was still this fear in me. No matter what he said, I knew that it would still be there. I knew how much of a burden I was being. I knew that in order for me to sleep soundly, I would need assurance. In fact, I would need to be assured that he wouldn't hurt me.

But now, I know that he and I share the same past. Both being cheated on. He wouldn't do something like that to me. A small part of me knew that. But of course, I had doubts. Not because I didn't trust him. But because I was afraid. Afraid to love.

I unlock the door and look over to him as he eyed the lock before his eyes diverted themselves to me. A genuine smile grows on his face.

"Thank you for accompanying us today. It was great having you there." He said. There you go. Those eyes.

"It's no problem." I said, returning a smile to him. "I'll see you tomorrow. 12pm. You know where." He says before he walks away. I looked at him as he walked over to his house. Mark had stopped once, before continuing on. A small part of me hoped he would turn around and come back to me.

But he didn't.

I feared this. I didn't like this. There was awkward tension between us.

I entered the house and locked the doors, heading up to my room where I stared out the window. Looking up to the sky with my sling bag right beside my folded arms on my desk.

My phone vibrates, breaking my peace. I expected for there to be a text from Mark. But I was wrong.

Jackson : Aigoo.. I don't know what's happening with you & Mark. But please sort it out fast. It was so awkward earlier on. You two kept stealing glances at each other. Quite amusing too actually.

I shook my head with a smile as I responded.

Me : We'll be fine, don't worry. Stop describing us like we're apart of a Korean Drama. Aish. So cliché.

Then my phone vibrates again, this time being a text from Mark.

Mark : I'm mad at you.

I furrowed my eyebrows and looked up to see him with a hand supporting his chin as he looked at me.

Me : Why?

He looks down to his phone and types a reply, my phone vibrating afterwards.

Mark : You're texting someone else with that smile. Yet you couldn't even look me in the eyes earlier.

Huh?

Me : Are you jealous of Jackson? He was saying things about both of us. It sounded so cliché. That's why I was smiling..

He looks down to his phone with a small smile growing on his face.

Mark : Good. Don't smile at other guys like that. Don't look at other guys more lovingly that you do to me. Okay?

Is Mark Tuan jealous?

Me : Yes Sir.

I couldn't help but smile as his expressions changed when I sent that.