The Fab Five- Pentagonix

Chapter 18- Mark

MARK’S POV

I can’t believe those stupid whores put me in here.

“You get one phone call freak.” I shouldn’t even bother calling my parents. They live across the country. No one else would care to bail me out. I have to call him. He’s the only one I can think about or want to talk to right now. I dialed his number.

“Hey, it’s Mark.” He was crying. Suddenly a wave of anger came over him and he began to yell into the phone at me.

“Look, I’m really sorry about what I did,” I didn’t have much time to talk so I began to rush. “I don’t know what came over me. I really just wanted to get your attention.  I… I know you don’t love me anymore because of what I have done to my body. I love you and know that you used to. I need you to come and see me. There’s something I really need to tell you.”

Just then, I was cut off by the guard hanging up the phone and dragging me back to my cell. He locked me in and walked away, leaving me in alone with my new cellmate.

“Wait, so they is letting guys room with girls? This ought to be fun,” the stranger said getting up from her bed.

“No, I’m technically a girl. I just identify as a boy.”

“Aye, so, you’re a tranny? Cool, what you here for?” she said getting a little too close and smelling my hair. The fuck? She reminds me of Rebecca. Oh God.

“Uh, it’s kind of a long story.”

“Well, my trial is in two months so I guess you could say… I got time.” This is going to be a long two months with this chick.

“Okay well it all started when I met this guy…” I started to tell her about my complicated relationship. We ended up talking about him for what felt like forever.

“Over this past summer, I was at a party for this guy named Brandon and Brandon didn’t know that me and the guy broke up. So, we were the same party together. A few things led to another and we ended up fucking. Not just regular fucking- unprotected fucking. He was drunk so he obviously didn’t care. Suddenly he remembered to tell me he had a new girlfriend of almost a year. A month later, I missed my period. I took a pregnancy test and it was positive. I don’t want to be a girl, let alone a mother. He wouldn’t call me back and so now I’m two months pregnant.”

“That still doesn’t tell me anything.” She was obviously confused.

“Calm down. I was so angry that I kidnapped his current girlfriend because I thought she had told all her friends about my past relationship, but she hadn’t. Her stupid friend who tried to suck my imaginary dick found her in my basement. So, that’s how I ended up here. Why are you here?” She probably did something a lot worse.

“I just didn’t pay a parking ticket, yo. You’re fucking crazy.”

“Well, at least you aren’t pregnant with your ex’s baby.” I said as a spun around to see the guard and the boy from the story I was just telling. Oh crap.

“Uh, you have a visitor…” the guard said as he shuffled away.

“Scott?!”

“I got you pregnant?” Scott practically screamed loud enough for the whole jail to hear. I opened my mouth to say something but was interrupted by a high-pitched scream.

“WHATTTTT!!!????” the anonymous female screamed. Scott whirled around the corner to stop in his tracks.

“Claire… I can explain…”

Swiggity Swote it’s the Authors Note

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So this is Rebecca…. Who would have guess, right? CORRECT!

So I’m writing this at Haily’s house and I keep getting the death stare. Everytime I mess up, she says, “try again.” She has been looking over my shoulder the whole fucking time. Not to mention, the keyboard on her computer is slippery as bloody hell. She keeps finishing my sentences as I type. *sobs*

QOTD: Have you been playing flappy bird?

If you haven’t heard of flappy bird, do not download it. Omfg it makes me want to murder someone. My high score is like 15. Ugh.

Moral of the story: never type around Haily.