Blameless ✔

Chapter 28: ❝Mark didn't do anything to deserve a lowlife like you anyway!❞

Chapter 28: ❝Mark didn't do anything to deserve a lowlife like you anyway!❞

♡Evelyn's POV♡

Mark and I walked into school hand in hand and unlike the erstwhile stages of our relationship, it felt natural; almost calming. As usual, we talked about random things but it was different now because I noticed that our bond had gotten a lot stronger after he had disclosed all the things he had kept hidden from me. I noticed all the subtle glances that seemed prolonged and filled with affection, I relished in the tiny kisses he would place on my cheek when the opportunity called for it and I most definitely noticed the clamminess of his palm in mine, which I had never in my life experience before until today-

-this perfect day.

"...this week?"

"Hm?" I turned to Mark, only to find that his eyes had already been lingering on the side of my face.

"Hello, earth to Evelyn," he sang playfully, making me roll my eyes at him in sheer amusement. He chuckled. "I asked if you were free to come to my game this week Friday."

My mouth formed an 'o' shape as I nodded quickly to make up for spacing out on him earlier. "Of course I am," I responded. "What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't?"

"A terrible one," he replied, leaning in to peck my lips but I moved away with a laugh while focusing on his face to avoid the looks and stares I knew we had been receiving ever since we had walked through the transparent doors. Like our skinship, the stares had also become a natural occurrence.

"What's with you today?" I asked, pushing his face away from mine with my free hand. 

He smiled, knowing exactly what I was talking about but didn't deny it like I had expected he would. "Why, am I too feely-touchy?"

I gave him a weird look as I said, "the correct use of that term would be touchy-feely, not feely-touchy."

He blinked. "Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

Shrugging, he tousled his hair back with his unoccupied hand. "Whatever - same meaning."

I rolled my eyes at his dismissive nature, which was a personality trait I had grown quite fond of but not in serious matters when we argued about stupid things and it was those stupid things, that would lead to one of us walking away with a dark cloud hanging over our heads. 

Eventually, though, we would always find each other again and try to forget about what made the other upset.

I spotted him using his locker half an hour before the closing bell had rung as usual since he usually vanished after class to the sports hall for basketball practice. I knew that just glancing at him would make all my anger disappear to make room for guilt to generously take its place.

Approaching him in unrushed steps, I timidly raised my glasses up to the bridge of my nose while glancing at him sporadically. He eventually noticed my presence and stopped what he was doing to stare at me, making my steps shaky and terribly uneven as I felt a flood of nervousness wash over me.

I should've planned out what I was going to say, I thought tardily but it was too late to turn back now so sucking it up, I, at last, stood in front of him but kept my gaze trained to the ground.

"Listen," I began, thanking the heavens for the surprising firmness of my tone. "I just want to say that I'm sorry for breaking your favourite pen and I-"