Mark: Stolen Love

Chapter 8

Mark
  I heard a knock at the door. "Mark can you get that babe?" Zoey and her friends went up to her room. I opened the door and to see who it was. "Oh uh hey Mark." Chloe kind of changed moods from normal to sad. "Hey, follow me."

  I walked up the stairs and opened Zoey's door. "Omg hey Chloe so glad you could make it!" Zoey stood up and hugged Chloe. This was weird. Zoey had told me what she was going to do to her and it wasn't good.

  We all sat on the floor. "Ok we are gonna have a fun night. So we will start with games!" All of us clapped. I have no fucking clue why. "And we will start with truth or dare. And I'll go first." Zoey looked around. "And I'll pick.. hmm.. ohh Chloe!" Chloe looked at her.

  "Ok I dare you to go in the basement with no lights for ten minutes." Zoey and her friends giggled. "That's a good date Zoe!" Her friend Kayla said. "I know. Now go on." Her hand flared at the door. "I'll show you where it's at."

  I followed all of the girls. We made our down the stairs and to a door. Zoey pulled the creaky door open. "Go on." She pointed her head towards the opening. "Do I have to?" Chloe stepped on one stair. "Of course! Mark will go with you!" She winked at me.

  This was all part of Zoey's plan. I walked down the stairs. They shut and locked the door. I grabbed her arm. "You don't have to do this." I could barley see her. "I know, but it's fine come on."

  We sat down and pressed our backs against the wall. I put Chloe on my lap. She was facing me. Our lips touched. My tpunge flew across he teeth. It was loud smacking when we kissed. I stuck my hand under her shirt into her back. She grabbed my hoodie collar.

  My hand grabbed the back of her head. The lights flickered on. "What the hell is this?!" Zoey stood there furiously. Chloe got off of me. Is stood up. "Iys not what it looks like. I'm sorry." I grabbed her hand but she yanked it away.

  "Both of you need to get out of my house, NOW!!" She pointed her finger up the stairs. We walked up and out of the door. We stood outside. Rain fell on both of us. "Mark I'm so sorry." She was crying. "Hey it's not your fault." I hugged her and rubbed her back.