TIME: Mark Tuan edition

Chapter 58

"Are you crazy!?" I whisper-yell. I slap his chest and look around. The guys were still watching, but I feared that someone saw.

"Why are you getting so worked up?" He chuckles grabbing my hand. I look at him angrily and pull my hand away. I grab my mug and continue to drink it. It was still warm. "Chris, can I go with you to pick up Miguel?"

"No," I respond flatly. I don't look at him and stare at the TV.

"Why not? I'll wear a mask and everything," he pleads.

"No. I'm not dealing with you going there and making sure you get back," I explain.

"I'm not a kid-"

"But if anything were to happen, it is my responsibility. Plus, Miguel is closer to my place than here so it wouldn't make sense to do that," I say. He sighs and leans against the wall beside me.

"I could just sleep ove-"

"Not happening, Mark. Even if you don't have schedules going on tomorrow, you are not coming over," I roll my eyes. I finish my drink and wash it at the sink.

"You don't have to wash it," he says, but he doesn't stop me. "I'll leave before the sun even rises, please?"

"And just how do you plan on doing that?" I look at him challengingly. "The buses and taxis won't be around at that time."

"I'll call my manager," he shrugs. Again, I roll my eyes.

"Definitely not putting your manager on the spot again. You guys already give him a handful. No need to add more to the plate. It is not his job to do that and you know it," I say. He groans in annoyance and I walk away. He pulls my hand and puts a finger to his lips to tell me to keep quiet. Half wanting to know what he's up to and half worrying about the others, I follow.

He pulls me into a room and I'm amazed with the mess. One of the beds isn't even a bed anymore. This room became a storage room.

"When are you guys going to move dorms?" I ask picking at some stuff I see lying around once he closes the door and turns on the lights. Seeing the items in the room I found a lot of it being Jacksons.

"Not too, sure. We've all managed to figure out our sleeping arrangements though, so not too bad," he says. He shoves some stuff over and sits on the floor. He grabs a pillow and puts it at his back and leans against the bed frame. I continue to look at random things in the room and find some of it quite entertaining. "You still do that?"

"Huh?" I turn and look at him questionably as I hold some type of contraption.

"That," he nods to my hands. "Find things and try to figure out what it is and how it works on your own."

"I mean yeah. Doesn't everyone do that?" I ask as if it was obvious. I find out that what I was holding was suppose to kill bugs. I turn it on and hear a buzzing sound. I look around and see a small gnat. I whack it and I hear a static sound and see the dead body. My eyes widen and I smile. "Cool."

"You're so weird," I hear Mark mutter. I stick my tongue out and then turn off the device. I look at all of the clothes. "Mostly Jackson's."

I nod and drop to the floor near him. He raises a brow and I shrug. I yawn and close my eyes. "I think the alcohol is wearing off."

"Did you drink a lot?" he asks. I shake my head. "Come, rest before you go pick up Miguel."

I open my eyes and see him waving his hand to tell me to come closer. I crawl closer and he pulls me next to him and turns me to put my legs over his and pull my head down to his chest and shoulder area. I let out a breath and relax against him. He runs his hand through my hair and I wiggle at the feeling. "That feels weird."