Why Normal People Scare Me Part 3

It's been almost a week sense Mark apologized to me (It's Sunday now...I don't want to attend school). To be honest, I'm still confused on the whole subject I mean..he has never hurt me in any way. I think that's not true, not anymore anyway. When I saw the tears poor out of his..deep brown eyes..I....ugh...fuck it. It felt like my heart was shattering into a million pieces. It was horrible.I wish I could have done something to make him stop crying that day (to be honest, I think I would have done anything to make him stop.) For all this time I've been trying to convince myself, "It's a joke. He's just joking." Of course, my attempts have failed miserably this entire weekend. I rolled over onto my face to attempt to fall asleep although my attempts so far have failed. My phone suddenly went off scaring the shit out of me. I sighed, and rolled onto my back and grabbed my phone to see who texted me. I swear I almost had a heart attack when I saw who it was who texted me.It was Mark.

I have no clue how the hell he got my number. My phone slipped out of my hand and fell on my face. "Barrels!' "That hurt! Stupid phone!" I yelled at my phone when I picked it up again to read the text. Mark-"I'm sorry Jack. I really am.. I know that what I have done to you was and still is completely wrong..I will make it up to you, I promise." Me- "Mark? How the hell did you get my number?" Mark-"When they were beating you up one time, your phone fell out of your back pocket. I picked it up so it wouldn't get broken." "I promise that I didn't go through anything personal, I just wanted your number...and I put it back in your locker when I knew no one was around so they couldn't hurt you any further.." Me- "..........................................." (I wanted to keep those dots going forever...) Mark- "Can you ever forgive me?" Me- "I never blamed you Mark..you have nothing to be sorry for. I promise." Mark- "Goodnight Jackaboy...." I just stared at my phone screen for what seemed like, forever. Eventually, I started to reread the brief texts him and I shared, smiling like a complete idiot.

When I woke up, I eminently started to smile again because I thought about Mark. While mentally slapping myself, I went through the usual routine but this time I kept checking my phone constantly. Mentally, I knew it was completely wrong but everything else in me was just like,"It's fine Sean. Everything with this situation is fine." I chose to believe a mixture of both. Although my opinion differs sometimes I knew that something that is still not understandable is why Mark is showing kindness to me. I've been trying to contemplate it for what seems like hours on end and I literally can't.

After a whole twenty minutes of actually attempting to make my hair seem presentable, I was finished getting ready. Almost as soon as I walked out the door, I felt like I was being followed again so, I decided to go through the woods instead of my normal, " this is the fastest way "route. I turned into the woods and walked a little far up until I knew I was farthest from the sidewalk. When I stopped walking I asked,"Who's there?" I turned around and to my surprise, Mark was following me once again. He wasn't crying like last week but, his face had an expression of pure pain. He proceeded to walk closer to me until he was right in front of me. My gaze fell to the ground but, I wanted to look into his eyes...I wanted to know why he's in pain. In a small voice, I said, "What's wrong Mark?" "Jack.. shut up.. please.." He said quietly. I started to look up to make eye contact with him, which was a horrible idea. His eyes were so sad...but full of so much light.They were so deep it felt as if I could get lost in them at any given time. Mark soon moved his arm up toward my face, causing me to flinch a little. He just lowered his arm and set it on my waist. I have no clue what was happening but, he started hugging me so, I put my arms around his neck to return it.

He was warm. I knew that I probably felt like a corpse to him but, he didn't appear to mind it. His heart beat was fast at first like, he was extremely nervous to be near me. Eventually heart beat slowed but mine just refused to and we stayed like that for what seemed like forever.He was the one who pulled away first (I wish it could have lasted longer) and he had this amazing grin on his face. I haven't seen him look this happy in a long time. His smile was like a disease that spread almost immediately. Soon I started to smile too. "We're going to be late for school.." Mark said shyly. I responded so fast with a, "I don't care." He looked at me strangely and his grin grew wider and his eyes had more life in them than I've seen in a while (I'm an observant person, don't judge me you probably stalk people.) . "What do you want to do?" I asked. "Huh. I suppose I haven't thought this through completely." We stood in silence for a while and lucky Mark broke the silence first. "Want to go to my place to watch a movie?" "That would be amazing." I responded. When we started to walk out of the woods, Mark grabbed my hand (cough, heart attack, cough). He didn't let go until we were standing at his front door.