Mark's POV

As our argument became more heated and louder, Jack decided to leave the argument and walk towards the door.

"I'm leaving! This is bullshit!" He shouted as he harshly took his coat from the hanger.

"We're not done here, Mc'Loughiln." I growled, pulling his back, causing him to lose balance. He fell down before me, as his weight somehow managed to pull me down with him. I tried to hold myself up with both of my hands as I realized seconds later that I was on top of him. A blush painted on both of our faces as we became paralyzed, unable to say anything.

Suddenly, both of us hear the door creaks open as I saw a girl stood there, wearing one of Jack's shirt which is a bit oversized for her body.

"W-What's going on here...?" She asked nervously.

"I-It's not what it looks like!" Jack cried, pushing me away from him, causing me to bump onto the floor with a loud thud.

"No, no... I don't want to know." She said, shaking her head. "I think I should go... oh, I'll return your shirt tomorrow, okay? Thanks for tonight Jack. Maybe this is the last time that we'll do this."

"The first and the last, eh?" I mumbled under my breath.

Jack seemed to notice that I said those words as he glares into my eyes, causing me to gasp.

He then return towards the girl, trying his best to reason with her. "Bu—"

"See you later, Jack." She said as she slammed the door, leaving the room in an awkward tension.

"Look at what you fuckin' did Mark!" Jack burst out as he screamed on top of his lungs.

"Hey, it's not my fault." I denied as I stood up, rubbing my ass that still hurts because of the fall. "You will eventually find someone else that's hotter or cuter, right?" I spoke with a sarcastic tone.

"Fuck you Mark! What the hell is your problem?!" He cursed loudly. Before I can answer anything, he cuts off my words. "You know what? I'm leaving!" He yelled as he storm off, taking his coat that was on the floor, and slam the door as hard as he could.

I sighed at the sight, as I walk towards the couch and slam myself. I brush my cotton candy hair in bitterness, somehow feeling regretful; it feels like a bullet was shot into my chest, breaking it to pieces. My chest area hurts, making it harder for me to breath.

"I shouldn't be too harsh on him, shouldn't I...?" I thought towards myself. "I should probably go to bed." I muttered as I walk towards the bedroom, throwing my weak body into my comfortable bed and slowly shutting my eyes, drifting into the darkness.