Blameless ✔

Chapter 3: ❝I would've done it for anybody❞

Chapter 3: ❝I would've done it for anybody❞ 

♡Mark's POV♡

"You okay?"

It was when she opened her eyes that I finally realized the close proximity between our faces.

I pulled away.

Her lips parted and joined.

...Parted and joined.

Parted. And. Joined.

Accepting the fact that she wasn't going to answer my question, I subconsciously allowed my eyes to wander to the non-existent gap between our bodies. Her hips were pressed tightly against mine like she was scared of falling and I wasn't sure whether to find the action comical or exasperating. However, disregarding my contrasting emotions, I helped her stand stably on her own two feet again before brushing the imaginary dust off my clothing.

I remembered her opening her mouth as an umpteenth attempt to speak but my eyes distractedly wandered elsewhere around the cafeteria, only to witness every single pair of eyes on us.

Typical.

People these days just didn't know how to mind their own business.

"I-uh, thank you."

My eyes returned their focus to the brunette staring down shyly at the whiteness of her sneakers, a deep, red blush adorning the heights of her cheeks.

I shrugged in response, running my fingers through the black, straight locks of my hair before spinning around to return to my table of friends who were staring at me as if I had grown two heads but unfortunately, the sound of an echoing clap made me regretfully halt in my tracks.

"Quite the courageous act you put on there, Mark."

Feeling as if a bucket of scorching hot water had been uncharitably poured on top of me, I angrily balled my hands into fists.

The voice gradually got closer. 

"I never thought you would be one to help somebody so worthless."

Scoffing, I turned my head slightly to the right to give him a sidewards glance. "And why's that?" I asked, deciding to ignore the 'worthless' part just to humour him.

I watched him shrug, the action marginally restricted due to his folded arms as he stood still behind Evelyn who tensed considerably at the unwanted presence.

"Because like I said before," he continued, gazing down robustly at the top of her head. "She's worthless."

I resisted the urge to throw my head back and laugh, settling on grinning tauntingly in response as I turned around fully. "If she's so worthless, Blake, why waste your time on her?" I inquired, my voice tainted with a maniacal edge. "If she's so worthless, why make her suffer each and every day?" My grin dropped. "If she's so worthless, why do you derive so much pleasure in making her life miserable?"

"All the answers to your dense questions all refer back to that one repetitive word," he murmured emotionlessly and the only reason his cold whisper could be distinguished in an area full of students was because the cafeteria had gone dead silent.