The English Teacher ||Markiplier x Reader||

The Truth Unraveled (14)

A/N: Heyo! So this is where the climatic point of view is. I just wanted to let you guys known. Okay, I have nothing else to say. See you guys at the end of the chapter.

Wait is that... Evan?! You rushed out to the two men who seemed to be talking. Evan's brown eyes peered around Mark's broad shoulders to spot you working your way down the metal stairs.

"Hi, Y/n!" Evan greeted, but then realized your outfit. "Where are you off to?".

"Evan! W-Why are you here?" You asked nervously.

"I came to come check up on you. When Poe called you yesterday I was next to her. So became worried, but Poe told me not to bud in. But since Poe wasn't answering my text, I got worried again. Now answer my question." Evan explained.

Your brain was freaking out. You tried your best to come up with an excuse. Before you could speak a mistake, Mark spoke up.

"It seems we both caught her at an off time. She seems she's on her way to a date or something similar. Am I right?" Mark acted.

"Uh, y-yeah." You played along.

"Why are you here, Professor Fischbach?" Evan continued to interrogate.

"Like I said before, I was going to have a discussion with Miss L/n about recent her behavior." Mark glared at Evan's nosiness. "Now that we know why everyone is here, should we let her get to her date?"

Evan looked at Mark suspiciously, but walked up to you with a sad look.

"Well, I guess we know your answer huh?" Evan awkwardly laughed.

"I'm sorry, Evan. I really like you. Trust me, I put a lot of thought into it. We are better off as friends." You claimed truthfully.

"Just do me one thing." Evan asked, and you nodded. "Tell him that he's lucky enough to hold your hand, to kiss your lips, and to call you his".

Just like that, Evan began to walk down the glooming street with his head hung low. I really wish we are still friends at school. Mark turned away from Evan's direction, and faced you, and began to walk closer to you.

"He sure is." He smiled as he kissed you.

The moonlight bounced off his white button up like a ghost's illuminessence. The scent of cologne whirled through your nose, and to your head. Making you almost forget about what had just happened.

"Come on. I have dinner waiting inside." You said with a smile that couldn't be torn away.

You get inside the apartment once again. The smell of the fettuccine made you extremely hungry. You grabbed two plates from a cupboard and placed them on the counter. With the ladle, you scoop up some noodles, and plopped it onto the plates.

Mark was already seated in the seat he was in earlier. You took your same seat with the two plates; placing one in front of the stunning man. The two of you immediately dug into the meal like ravishing pack animals. You would think you would be used to his presence. To some extent, you were. At the same time, you were sweating like crazy. But you were still having fun.

"So one day, my friends and I were in Europe. There's this game we like to play called 'Five Things'." Mark started.

"Oh, I've heard of it! Where you ask a question and the next person has to answer it five different ways." You explained.

"Yeah, exactly! So all six of us were playing it in the middle of the street, and it got to Wade. Sean's question for him was 'Five things you would say in the bedroom'." Mark began to smile at the thought of his memory.