*Mark's POV*
Me: Jack, if you didn't have a good time last night, you only needed to say so. You didn't have to run out on me, and I really wish you'd stop ignoring me.
Me: Seriously Jack, I'm really worried. You can tell me you hate me for all I care, just send something!
He didn't answer. He probably never will. He's probably blocked me by now... What a dick.
And yet I felt immensely hurt; I had the same feeling I had when I realized Felix was cheating.
Ding
Holy Hell, he responded!
Jack: Sorry! I really did have fun, I just had something urgent to take care of.
Me: There's not... Another guy... Is there?
Jack: What? No. And, not to be rude, but even if there was, why would you care?
Me: Um... I wouldn't! I was just curious I guess :P
Jack: Oh. Okay...
Jack: Do you have any siblings?
I sat my phone down and took a moment to think. Do I tell him about Thomas? I mean, he's not the best person to know about or be around, and Jack will probably never meet him... Hell, I'll probably never see him again myself.
Me: Nope. How about you?
Jack: Oh that was cold, little brother.
Me: Wh-what?
Jack: God, you're still just as clueless as before; You haven't changed a bit. I've already met Jack. In fact, I met him long before you did.
Me: How, Thomas? And why do you have Jack's phone?
Jack: You should ask him that next time you see him. We're catching up still. I'll send him your way afterwards.
Me: You better not hurt him!
Jack: And tarnish such a perfect body? I wouldn't dare.
That attempt at reassurance only made me more unnerved.
Then again, my brother always had that effect on me.
