Author's Note: Ya'll I know what your thinking. Why the heck are you making a part 3? Why couldn't you have just ended it in the last chapter? Well I don't know, but I love cliff-hangers so I'm sorry. I really didn't want to drag this one out cause the Heejun one was terrible. Especially since these are suppose to be one-shots and in reality I've only written two one-shots and I have 10 chapters published. That's terrible. But whatevs I'm not perfect and I'm going to continue to make mistakes. I hope this one is okay. Let's get right into this trash ass k-pop story. *bleh*.
Mark's P.O.V
I pace around my room. I can't believe I said that to her. I'm completely nuts. She probably hates me and never wants to see me again. I'd understand that too. I said terrible things to her. I'm a horrible person. She doesn't deserve me as a friend. She deserves more. Yale isn't even important enough for me to lose the most precious thing I have. I can't lose her. S-she fought my bullies back in the 6th grade when they threatened to smash my glasses. She carried me when I broke my leg for jumping off the swing set. She's done so much for me and I called her practically usele-
"Mark hurry up and come down for supper, I've been calling your name for like 10 minutes!". My mom yells from the stairs.
I quickly exit my room leaving my thoughts behind.
I go downstairs to see my mom setting up the table. I decide to help her and grab the forks from the drawers. I put one down on the left and right side of the table.
After the plates and cutlery is put down the food is finally brought to the table. It's mouth-watering fried chicken and mashed potatoes. I lick my lips and sit down.
Right before I dig in, my mom swipes the plate away.
"Did you really think you were going to eat this delicious meal when you got a detention...ha you're funny...you're food is in the freezer." She puts the drumstick on her plate and scrapes my mash potatoes on top of hers.
I get up reluctantly and gulp as I see her take a bite out of the crunchy-fried chicken. You were supposed to be mine dammit!
I go to the fridge and open the freezer. I look everywhere but can't find it.
"Mom where is it, all I see is some Kid Cuisine?" I question in confusion.
She smiles, "Yep you found it, that's your meal."
"But mom-"
"No buts, you either eat it or go starving, and that's final."
I pull out the box and head for the microwave, "Fine".
A Few Hours later
8:30 pm.
I pace around my room again, wringing my hands in nervousness. It's okay. I'll just knock on the door and tell her I'm sorry...what if she shuts the door on me? What if she kicks me in the shins? Oh gosh please not the shins!
I eventually make my way out of my room. I tip-toe down the stairs hoping not to make a sound. I'm almost done when it creaks. Shit.
I stop and wait awhile. Seeing if she heard. After a few seconds I step down and make my way to the front door.
I open it very slowly, I almost slip away into the night when it makes a beep. Crap the security alarm.
"Where do you think your going Mr.T'p?" My mom suddenly comes out of the shadows with her arms crossed.
I jump as she materializes out of no where. How did she...I'm trying to think of a lie when I just settle for the truth.
"I'm going next door to see Y/N...is that okay?" I ask nervously.
