The English Teacher ||Markiplier x Reader||

New Challenger Approaches (15)

A/N: Heyo! Nothing much to say. It starts off in your POV so... yeah. See you at the end of the chapter.

Sunday was extremely bland. You and Poe did nothing but hide in your rooms all day. Either sleeping or messing around on your phone. Only time you left was for food. But you never really ran into each other. You were still trying to grasp the concept of what happened on Saturday.

I need to know who told Evan about Mark and I. Should I text him? Or should I bring it up to him in person? Ugh, this is all so confusing!

You were giving yourself a migraine. Finally coming to your senses, you knocked on Poe's bedroom door. A faint 'Come in' was barely heard. Walking into the familiar warm room made you a bit more nervous to do what was about to come next.

"Hey." You said shortly but softly.

"Hiya. What's up?" Poe greeted.

"Well... u-uh..." You stuttered.

Come on. Just do it already! It's a simple question that she'll most likely say no to. But what if she did tell him? SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!

"D-Did you-" She cut you off.

"Let me guess, text Evan?" Poe looked up from her screen that she was staring at. You looked at her puzzeled. "Your boy toy came in here last night, and asked the same thing".

"He what?" You inquired becoming a bit annoyed by his decisions.

"I'm going to tell you the same thing I told him. Technically yes I texted him, but I didn't expose you. I was telling Evan to stay away as to not ruin your date. Speaking of which, how was it?" Poe explained.

"Good. What do you mean you were texting him?" You questioned.

"Here, just read over theses messages." Poe said handing over her phone.

You read through them carefully.

"So if you didn't tell him... then who did?" You questioned.

"Hell if I should know. Also, another thing while you're in here. It's getting around dinner time. We doing pizza again?" Poe began typing on her phone.

"Actually, I think we should go grab some Oriental. How about that?" You suggested.

"But that means I need to get dressed." Poe whined.

"We'll get it to go, alright? Gosh, so lazy." You rolled your eyes.

You go into your room to leave Poe to get ready, along with yourself. You throw on a pair of dark grey sweatpants and a red hoodie. Slipping on some white Vans as well. You grabbed your phone and wallet, and met Poe in the living room. She wore something similar but instead of a red hoodie, it was yellow. The Ketchup & Mustard duo are back bitches! You slightly laugh to yourself.

The restaurant wasn't that far from the apartment. In fact, it was right by the Dennys that Poe and Reyna went to. Once you ordered your box, Poe was finishing up hers. As you were waiting for the food, both yours and Poe's faces were glued to your screens. But you were still bothered by the earlier topic.

It still doesn't make sense. Who could have saw us? xx :You

Mark: There could have been stray students walking about that rainy day. xx

God, we're so stupid. We should have never done it in the first place. xx :You

Mark: Are you saying that you regret kissing me? xx