Wrong Number M.T

[7] 마크

"Wait.. what?" I asked, my eyes widening. "I like you. Like I see you as one of my best friends." He says with a smile. "You should learn to phrase you words accurately." I said with a slight glare.

"What? Did you think that I liked you?" He asks, shock filling his eyes. I gave him a shove, although it didn't have much effect on him. "You're an asshole." I spat, grabbing my papers from him and stuffing them into my bag together with my books.

I grabbed my bag, walking out of the room as I heard countless calls for my name. "Hey!" Jackson calls as he stands upright from leaning on the lockers. "I'm not in the mood, Jackson." I said, trying my best to ignore him.

"Did Mark tell you yet?" Jackson asked excitedly. "He said he likes me. He likes me as a best friend." I told Jackson as he followed beside me. "What?!" Jackson screeched, his eyes widening as he looked over to me.

"I thought he meant that he like-liked you." He said with a slight disappointed tone. "Yeah, well." I said with a frustrated shrug. "That was so embarrassing. Do you realise how shocked I looked when he said the first part?" I said, letting out a groan.

Jackson sighs in response. "Then he said, 'Did you think that I liked you?'. I mean come on, who just says that?!" I said with a slight whine. "Mark is so frustrating." Jackson and I say in unison.

"You should go home." I tell him as we neared my house. "Alright. I'll see you tomorrow." He says with a sigh, patting me on the back encouragingly before he crosses the road.

I nod in response, getting into the house and locking the door behind me.

••••••

I turned on my phone after I took a shower and it was immediately bombarded with messages.

Mark :

Are you really mad at me?

But what did I do?

Was it the way I phrased things?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out as a disgusted remark..

I was just a little confused as to why you were so shocked.

I mean we've been pretty close friends, right?

Of course we have Mark. But people don't say 'I like you.' before completing it with 'as a best friend.'

I groaned as my head began to hurt. But I decided to respond anyway.

Me :
I 'forgive' you. But that doesn't mean that I'm not upset with you.

I sighed as I finished taping the pages that were torn out of my book back in against the seal. I sighed as they slightly poked out at the edges.

I shrugged it off, going back to my bed.

Mark :
Would some ice cream help this situation at all?

I sighed, knowing the answer.

Me :
Deal. Bring me a tub of chocolate mint ice cream to my doorstep & I'll forgive you. Here's the challenge, figuring our my address. You have an hour, Mark.