Imagine for @AlyssaHoran4 {Part 1}
Mark imagine for @AlyssaHoran4. Hope you like it :)
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"Alyssaaaaa." Mark says, trying to grab his phone I currently stole from him.
"Whatttttt." I pull away and giggle.
He rolls his eyes and laughs, "Alyssa."
"Hm?" I scroll through his Instagram. I go on my profile and try to like all my pictures, but he already did that.
"Gimme my phone." He says, jumping on me.
I squeal and try to push him off, which fails. "NEVERR." I put his phone behind my back. He smirks and quickly grabs my phone. "Heyy!!!" I yell, sitting up and handing his phone back. He looks at some of my messages, and raises an eyebrow. "What?" I ask, sitting next to him, peering at my phone. He was looking at me and Jacob's conversation. "You love him?" Mark asks me, looking really hurt. I grab my phone, "No I don't." Me and Jacob were talking about Mark's birthday, and the surprise gift were giving him. I don't want him to see it. "You said you loved him Alyssa." He says, his eyes watering.
"I don't!" I reply.
"Are you cheating on me?"
"Stop jumping to conclusions!" I scream, trying to keep calm.
"Your cheating on me." He laughs, "With Jacob."
He emphasizes the Jacob part, which I roll my eyes at.
"I'm not," I start, "I swear, I just like him... As a brother."
He rolls his eyes and grabs his stuff, getting ready to go.
"YOU CANT JUST LEAVE." I say, grabbing his arm. He pushes me back, making me almost fall on the couch.
"Well I am."
I shake off my tears and watch him leave. I cry, and curl up on the couch. He's gone. Marks gone.
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I grab the wrapped gift and jog up to Mark.
"Here." I hand the gift to him, looking down at my feet.
"Thanks." He mumbles, grabbing the gift.
I roll my eyes and walk away. I hear Mark slamming his locker shut, and his eyes stare at my back.
I turn around, "What?!"
He walks up to me, "Sorry." He says quietly.
I glare at him, "Too late for that now." Without a word I run off, not looking back. Sorry isn't gonna fix me.
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"Sorry Alyssa."
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"I'm sorry."
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"Sorry."
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"I'm really sorry."
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"Sorry." Is all I've heard from Mark, and I can't process that I need him. I miss him. I miss reading his goodnight texts, and his smile. I miss his hugs, his kisses, and everything. I miss Mark. So that day when I said "I'm sorry." Back, it was too late.
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