Imagine If....

You were a 'Cheater'...

This imagine if based off the song "Before He Cheats" by Carrie Underwood, enjoy! 

You stood outside your best friend Mark's door at 2 in the morning, your eyes bloodshot. As you looked down at your ratty pajamas and oversized sweatshirt, you thought about leaving. You hadn't knocked yet, you could still leave!

Your thoughts of escape drifted away in your mind once you heard the shuffling of footsteps behind the door. Well, it's too late to back out now!

The door opened, revealing Mark, who had obviously just woken up with the way the basketball shorts he was wearing looked like they were half-hazardously thrown on, not to mention the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" Mark asked, stopping half way through to yawn.

"It's nothing I can just leave, yeah I'll just back tomorrow." He must have noticed something was wrong because he instantly straightened his body as the tired look in his eyes disappeared.

"No you're not coming back tomorrow, you're going to come inside and tell me what's going on." You stood there staring at Mark as you debated your choices. You could either ignore him and head home anyways, or just head inside.

Mark took a step to the side, knowing that you were going to enter his house. Telling him what was going on is better than him hounding you for the next few days about it. It's one thing you loved about him, the fact that he was always so persistent.

Once you had entered the house, Mark shut the door behind you before heading towards the stairs. "I'm going to grab a shirt real quick, just make yourself comfortable." You found yourself gravitating towards the black leather couch that dominated his rather large living room. Once you sat down, the memories of what had happened only a few hours ago began flooding back into your brain. Maybe it was just because your past the point of tears but despite every inch of your body screaming, you felt nothing as you stared at the wall in front of you.

It was only a few seconds later when Mark had come bounding down the stairs. There was the smallest of smiles on his face as he came to sit next to you on the couch. His hand almost instantaneously shot out towards your back, moving in small circles on the middle of your back.

"What's going Y/N?" His quiet voice asked you. Once again, you found yourself staring at the wall ahead.

"Trevor and I got into a huge fight, he broke up with me, then proceeded to kick me out of our place." Trevor was your boyfriend that you had been seeing for the past couple of months.

"He kicked you out? But that was your place originally? How the hell does Trevor kick you out of your home?" Mark asked as an agitated tone began to creep into his voice. In case you haven't noticed, Mark doesn't like Trevor. Never has actually. You were pretty sure that the first time the two of them met, they had almost gotten into a fist fight.

"I didn't care Mark-" You cut him off as you cleared your throat. "I just wanted to get out of there."

"Ok, ok." His hand stopped moving in circles to move towards your knee. "What did you guys get in a fight about?"

"I told him that I wasn't in love with him anymore, that I had fallen in love with someone else. He proceeded to tell me that I was a 'cheating bitch who was making the biggest mistake of her life'." The room was now filled with silence as Mark took that information in. There wasn't any sort of facial expression on his face as he now stared straight at the wall.

"Trevor said- that son of a bitch!" Mark exclaimed under his breath.

"Mark, it's fine really." You told him honestly as you took a deep breath. "I guess when you really think about it, I did cheat on him. You're supposed to stay faithful to the person you're dating, you are only supposed to have feelings for them, not someone else. This is all my fault."

"No Y/N, it's not. I mean sure, you fell in love with another guy, not the best case scenario but still. You were honest with him. Trevor should have seen that as not wanting to betray him but he let the rage blind him." Mark rested his hand on your shoulder. "Stay here for the night, or as long as you need to. When you're ready to face Trevor, I'll go over to your place with you, make sure nothing happens."

Before you could reply with a 'thank you', there was the sound of glass smashing outside. Your car alarm starts blaring a millisecond later. What the hell was going on out there? Mark must have been thinking the same thing as he got up off the couch. "I'll go check it out, stay here." He quickly, but cautiously made his way over towards the front door. He gave you a smile before opening the door slightly and slipping out.

The panic in you began to rise as time passed. You didn't have to be a fucking rocket scientist to know it was Trevor out there. With how pissed he was, you were surprised that he didn't march up to the front door.

It had only been a minute or so when the front door opened up and Mark entered the house.

"Whoever was out there did a fucking number on your car. Tore the shit out of the seats, smashed the headlights with a bat most likely. I think they keyed your car too, I'm not sure." Ohh great, just what you needed! You didn't have much money to begin with, now anything that you did have was going to go towards your car repairs! Just fantastic!

Just as you started to hang your head, Mark had come rushing over towards you. "Hey, I know it seems like the world has nothing better to do than screw with your life, but trust me, it will get better."

"Yeah, you tell that to my fucked up car and the douchebag of an ex-boyfriend that kicked me out of my own home!"

"Well, when you put it like that, it does sound pretty bad." For whatever reason, that statement made you laugh. "Just out of curiosity, who did you fall in love with?" You answered Mark with complete silence. You told Mark almost everything, but this is one thing you wanted to keep to yourself.

"Come on, what are best friends for if you can't tell them who you are in love with!" Once again, silence. He got the hint as he nodded, then stood up from the couch. "Well, the couch is yours. I'm going to head back to bed. Just call out if you need anything." With one last pat on the shoulder, he walked back up the stairs and towards his bedroom.

When you heard the door close, you sighed in relief. You almost cracked and told him. Then again, Mark would never understand that he was the one you were in love.

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Ahh, there's another cheesy Imagine for the books :D. Anyways, question time folks! Cause I want to a stereotypical Imagine but make it my own cause I'm cool like that, which one would you like to see more?

A) Pregnancy...

or

B) You become Neighbors...

The choice is yours!!!! :)

~Miranda~