The Long Journey Of Being Unwanted {Editing}

11

Mark

Sierra walks up to me as I unlock my bike. 

"Where's the girlfriend?" She asks. 

"Not that it's any of your business but she's with Kristiana talking about dance." I say. 

"Oh. Cool." She says sarcastically. We sit in silence as I try to unlock my bike. 

"Doesn't the whole dance thing get annoying?" She asks. 

"No. I like the fact that she dances." I smile as I finally get my bike unlocked. 

"Oh. Well it would bother me. I mean she's always talking about dance."She says. 

"It doesn't bother me, Sierra," I say hoping on my bike and riding off. 

"Rude." She scoffs. 

"Deal with it," I yell before riding to the front. Kristiana and Bree were waiting for me up front. 

"Why didn't you come back. Sierra was bothering me." I say as Bree hopes on the pegs. 

"I don't know. Didn't feel like walking all the way back there." She laughs. 

"You can dance for three minutes straight but you can't walk to the back of school?"I ask. 

"Dancing is easy. When you dance your mind gets set free. When you walk you feel the burn." She laughs as we ride to her house. 

"Yeah yeah whatever." I joke. 

"When's the next meet?" I ask when we get to her house. 

"I don't know." She mumbles. 

"Are you ok?" I ask. 

"Yeah just tired I guess." She laughs. I roll my eyes and walk over to the couch. 

"Where is everyone?" 

"Um Quinn is at the grocery store, Brooklyn is at soccer and Ana is at a friend's house." She smiles. 

"The whole place to ourselves?" I ask. She nods and smiles. 

"Do you need to practice any dance routines?" 

"Actually I do." She laughs. 

"You want me to judge?" I ask with a laugh. 

"Your too soft when you judge." She laughs walking to the dance room. I roll my eyes and follow her.  

"I have to change. I'll meet you in there." She smiles. I nod and walk into the dance room. I wait for her to walk in. She does and puts her phone into the speaker thing. She takes her position and starts dancing. When she finishes I clap. 

"That was amazing!" I laugh. 

"No. I messed up like the whole thing." She complains. 

"Bree!!" I complain as she walks over to me. 

"What?" She laughs. 

"Stop saying that. You did awesome." I say putting my arms around her waist. 

"You're too soft." She laughs putting her arms around my neck. 

"You like that about me." I laugh. She nods and pecks my lips. 

"I love you." I smile. 

"I love you too." She smiles pulling out of the hug. 

"What else do you have to practice?" I ask. 

"Something with Jaxson." She mumbles. 

"Romantic double?" I ask. She nods. 

"I'm sorry Mark." She says. 

"It's fine. It's only dance." I say pretending I'm okay with it. I'm really not. But would you be ok with your girlfriend dancing with her ex boyfriend. Didn't think so. 

"Mark!" She says snapping in front of me. 

"Sorry.." I mumble. 

"It's okay." She says. 

"You want to take it from the top?" I ask. 

"I'm tired Mark." She mumbles. 

"Okay," I say walking over to her and picking her up. 

"Markk!!" She squeals. 

"You said you were tired." I laugh carrying her to her room. 

"You want to spend the night?" She asks. 

"I'll call my mom." I smile. She laughs and lies on her bed. I call my mom which takes like 20 minutes to convince her to let me stay the night. When I hang up on her, I walk back into Bree's room. She was laying on the bed, her head dangling off the side and she was asleep. 

"You're going to pass out if you stay like that." I chuckle lifting her up and laying her in bed. She opens one eyes. 

"You interrupted my dream." She complains. 

"What was it about?" I ask sitting next to her. 

"Us." She smiles interlacing our fingers. 

"What about us?" I ask getting nervous for some reason. 

"Well." She says tracing circles around my fingers. 

"Tell me." I chuckle. 

"So." She starts.