It's Too Late (Septiplier)

17.

Ok before we start this chapter I just wanted to say that there will be texting and Mark will be in bold while Amy will be italicized .

~Mark~ 

It was Amy who had texted me.

What do you mean?

Aren't we supposed to have a date?

I wasn't told that.

What do you mean you weren't told that? We planned this for a while now.

Amy, what are you talking about? If we had planned that then you would have told me before I left school.

Didn't we leave school together?

Umm no you said goodbye and then I left in my car.

Amy, why aren't you responding?

Oh sorry, Mark. My friend had grabbed my phone while I was in the bathroom and texted you as a prank.

I frowned at the phone when I received this. Amy was acting very suspicious, making me very confused. It's just that, I want to believe Amy but something is making me not able to. The long pause, the sudden friend that she didn't even tell me about at school.

I know it sounds like I'm being over protective about who she has at her house, I'm not. I don't care if she has friends at her house that I don't know. It's just that if she is hanging out with friends later that day she will blab on and on about it.

So that's why I find it strange, it's just not normal behavior for Amy. I text her back.

Did you and your friend already have plans?

Yeah, why?

No reason. Just was wondering.

There has to be a reason. Is it because you wanted to come over?

No, I'm actually busy right now.

Doing what?

I'm watching over a friend.

Who is this friend? Do I know him?

Why do you want to know?

Because.

Are you jealous?

No.

Good because I have to go now. Have fun hanging out with your friend.

I really wanted to be sarcastic in the last sentence, however I resisted the urge to do so. If I was sarcastic she most likely was going to catch onto my suspicion.

That conversation just made me even more suspicious than I already was. I know how she acts, like I said before, she always tells me if she is going to hang out with someone. If she already had plans with this 'friend' then she would have told me, unless it was something she didn't want me to know.

My face must have looked like a prune from how scrunched up it was. It was no wonder that I heard a voice ask,

"Mark, what's wrong?"

I look over to see Jack with a worried look on his face. His eyes were the only part of him that looked awake. His hand that he was holding himself up with was wobbling slightly. His shoulders sagged a bit and his hair was matted against his face. However, his eyes were looking straight at me, as if he was saying he was ready to listen to whatever I had to say.