The Story of Mark and Mina

Chapter 12: Expectations

Today was Sunday.

 That meant that the first day of training camp had arrived. I looked nervously at my watch. It was only 9:30 am. Mark wouldn't be here until another half an hour later. The bus would leave at 11:00 am, but Mark wanted to pick me up early in case anything happened. I was wondering what he meant by that, when I asked, I got this reply: "when I'm near you something annoying always happens, so I'm picking you up early in case you do something stupid."

To be fair, it's not my fault that something always happens when we're together. The stunt with Joanne wasn't my fault. After she brought Mr. Ankles to us, she clung onto Mark like there was no tomorrow. Mr. Ankles seem pretty indifferent that his niece was leeching onto some guy, whereas Mark's face darkened. He was absolutely annoyed...he wanted to yell but he held it in. After we were done grocery shopping, Mark offered to walk home with me. Of course, he didn't say those words exactly.

"You're absolutely clumsy and you might hit a pole again, so I'll walk with you."

This obviously earned me a glare from Joanne who seemed very pissed.

"Why don't you ever walk me home, Mark?" She whined.

"You have coach. Go home, we're done grocery shopping."

The long haired brunette was upset and pouted. After much scolding from Mark, Joanne finally resigned and sat in the car with Mr. Ankles. Mr. Ankles waved us good bye and we were left alone.

Mark looked at his phone for the time, "let's grab something to eat before you go home."

"W-what!"

"It's noon. Lunch."

And just like that I had lunch with Mark. It was extremely weird for me, however Mark just nonchalantly looked at the menu. Sometimes I would probe Mark with questions here and there about Ally but he would shrug them off most of the time. However once I got my food, I completely stop the small chit chat I was forcing myself to make with Mark and I ate. I ate a lot. Mark arched an eyebrow at me stuffing my food. I hadn't realized how exhausted I was from the earlier events. When I finished eating, Mark threw napkins at my face. What a jerk.

 After that he walked me home like he said he would.

I slapped my cheeks, waking myself up from yesterday's events, I looked at the things I packed with me. I had a big bag with one weeks worth of clothes. Since I would be outside a lot, I needed a hat. I stared at the hat Mark gave me.

Well...I guess I should put it to some use. He wouldn't get mad if I used it right? I walked to my mirror and plopped the hat on my head. This didn't make me look weird did it...?

Just then the doorbell rang.

"Coming!" I yelled. I rushed to the door where I saw Mark holding a bag of baseball equipment in his hands and a huge bag he was carrying on his back.

"That's a lot of stuff." I pointed out the obvious.

Instead of making a sarcastic remark, he stared at me and I was starting to wonder if I was wearing anything weird. He started to walk off.

"Lock your door and follow me."

I grabbed my bag on the couch and locked my door.

"Want me to help you carry it? It looks heavy." I offered.

"Even if it was, you wouldn't be able to carry it." Rude. Okay, maybe what he said was true. I was weak...but I was still able to carry a few things here and there.

"Hey! I can carry some stuff."

"Don't bother." He curtly said and I frowned.

"How are your baseball concepts coming along?" He asked rather suddenly.