The Fab Five- Pentagonix

Chapter 13- Rebecca

REBECCA’S POV

*Hey BB where  r u?*  I was texting Mark even though people are getting suspicions. We made up little while ago. All he did was yell at a lazy employee. I’m pretty sure Haily was just exaggerating. She’s such a drama queens. Mark just hasn’t been at school in a few days because he’s sick.

*at home thinking about you (:* See, I don’t see why people are getting suspicious.

*aww, could I bring you a bowl of soup?*

*no, I don’t want to get you sick <3* I’m coming anyways. “Hey mom, I need you to drive me to Mark’s house!”

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I knock on his door. “Mark open up, this soup is hot!”

“Hun, why are you here,” Mark said with a panicked voice. What the heck? “I thought I told you I didn’t want to get you sick.” Mark said as he invited me into his house. We made our way back to his room. He didn’t really seem that sick to me.

“You don’t seem sick…”

“You being here makes me feel better.” He said as we walked into his room

“Where are your parents?”

“Oh, they don’t live here. I live with my cousin Brandon. He’s not here right now, though.” He sat down on his bed and invited me to sit next to him.

“So, were home alone…?”  I straddled his waist and began to passionately kiss him and he moaned in my mouth. But, one thing was missing. He wasn’t hard. I was gonna fix that. I began to rock my hips into his and pull on his hair without disconnecting our lips. But still, he wasn’t aroused.

“Mark, touch me.” I whispered seductively whilst nibbling on his ear and palming him through his pants.

“O-o-okay.” He stuttered while sliding his hands up the back of my shirt and to the clasp of my bra. Once it was removed, he began to massage my boobies. I began fumbling with the buckle of his belt, then I got on my knees in front of his bed and began to unzip his pants.

“Rebecca, stop. We can’t do this right now.” He sounded panicked. While trying to remove my hands from his pants I started to kiss him again with force. He then started to go to work on my neck until his found my soft spot. He sucked and nipped at the sensitive area until I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I unzipped his pants and yanked them off his hips along with his boxers.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS! WHY… HOW… WHAT! WHY DO YOU HAVE A COOTER!*” I was startled by his lack of male parts.

“Babe! I can explain…” before he could talk any further, I grabbed my bra from the floor and bolted from his room. I ran into the bathroom and put my shirt back on.

I can’t even- What the hell even just happened. I wiped the tears off my face. I could hear the door to his house slam. There he goes- It. There it goes. Why wouldn't he tell me something like this? The more I think about it, the more I started to realize what I just did and I felt like shit. I fell in love with him because of his personality. I mean, I’m straight and so there’s no way I’m gonna go back out with him. But, now that I’m thinking about it, there isn’t anything wrong with him. I feel really bad about this.

I run out of the bathroom and out the front door. He’s walking down the street.

“Mark, I’m so sorry. I really shouldn’t have freaked out on you like that. It was wrong. I don’t think that we can be together anymore, but I would still really like to be your fiend.” I say. He turns around, hugs me and we go back to his house. We were watching TV and talking. I busted out laughing because he made a Tumblr reference.

“Beck…Beck…Beck…Rebecca…help me.” I hear a faint noise say followed by crying. I get up and run toward the sound.

“What the hell was that, Mark?”

“It’s nothing. I promise. Please just don’t go down there. I can explain.” Mark tried to grab my arm, but I dodge it.

I sprint down the stairs and bust through the door to the basement. I freeze in my tracks. It can’t be. No. I don’t- “Haily…?”

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Author’s Note

Swiggity Swakward, talk about awkward.

So that happened.

Okay, so on Tumblr a while ago; I saw this post and it had a cover of Firework by Katy Perry called “Plastic Bag.” It was literally the most ridiculous thing ever. The replaced the whole song with her saying ‘plastic bag, plastic bag, plastic bag, plastic bag.’ So, we were at Party City last night and Firework came on and Claire, who I had showed the post to, Haily, and I were singing Plastic Bag and the people in the store were giving us the weirdest looks in the world. It was the best.

 Moral of the Story:  don’t hang out with Rebecca in public.