CHAPTER 32 | Bewilderment

So, I didn't get any answers after my meeting with Mark. All I got was a heated make-out session, a death threat, and more confusion.

Although there are certain facts that make me believe that maybe, only maybe, Mark likes me a little bit. For example, Mark moaning as he kissed me. How he caressed my head and my hair. And the most notorious of all: his erection. Yes, his erection says a lot about him. If he got hard it's because he liked it. Right? Dicks get bigger and hard when something arouses them sexually. In this case, his dick felt aroused by me.

Okay, that information was unnecessary but I needed to say it. I mean, I saw Mark's dick through his pants! It was surprisingly... Big. Just like the entirety of him.

But then there is also another fact that makes me think that he didn't like it. For example, when I tried to touch him and he pinned my hands to the wall. Either because he doesn't like to be touched, because he wants to have the power and be the only one who can touch, or because he didn't want hands involved in the making out. Also, when he spat on the grass and wiped his mouth as if he had been disgusted.

Whatever it is, I'm sure he liked it. At least a bit. But it's still not the time to claim victory. I still have my doubts about what he is, or if this is a prank to make fun of me. He will have to listen to me the next time he calls me to meet him there. That is, if there's a next time. I'm sure there will be.

"Watch it, you idiot." Some dude sneered at me after I accidentally bumped against him on my way to the cafeteria.

Amber turned sharply and gripped his arm, stopping him before he could walk away. "How did you call him, you knucklehead?"

"Let me go, slut." He snapped, trying to escape from her grip.

"How did you call her, you stupid ass?" Elliot appeared, grabbing the dude's other arm.

The dude seemed scared by Elliot, since he was taller, but he tried not let his guard down. "Uh, and you what? Are you defending your girlfriend?"

"She's not my girlfriend, but I'm not letting you insult a girl like that. Aren't you ashamed? Fuck off." He pushed him away harshly, making him wobble. Then he scurried away scared.

"Um... Thanks... Amber?" I said, not sure of who to thank.

"You're welcome. And... Thanks, Elliot." Amber said, looking up at him.

"You're welcome." He replied with a smile. You could see Amber's cheeks turning a bit red.

"Uuhhh... Whatever. Zack, let's go." She said, starting to walk.

"Amber, wait." Elliot called, making us stop. Amber looked at him confusingly while he scratched the back of his head nervously. "Um... Are you... Do you have plans for this Friday?"

"Yes." She replied bluntly, making Elliot look down.

"Amber..." I mumbled, giving her a look.

"What? I'm going with my dad to hunt ducks."

I looked at her dully. She rolled her eyes and sighed. "What did you want to do?" She asked Elliot.

"Well, I thought that we could just go somewhere, erm... To hang out. You know... Like friends only." He shrugged.

"Where exactly?"

"To the Royal Fusion."

Amber's eyes went wide and her mouth hung open. "Y-You mean... The restaurant The Royal Fusion?"

"Yes. That one." He smiled when he saw Amber's expression.

She looked at me questioningly, silently asking me for my opinion. I simply nodded and she sighed.

"Okay. Just because I've always wanted to go there."

"Great!" He cheered, hugging Amber. I couldn't help but chuckle at the weird face she was making at that moment. "Friday at six. Don't forget it!" He said before he let go of her and walked away, cheering to himself.

"Yeah, yeah. Come on, Zack." She said, trying to sound serious. But I know her and I could hear a glint of excitement in her voice.

"You have a date." I teased.

"It's not a date! We're just hanging out like friends. He himself said it."

"Sure."

"Shut up." She said, smacking me playfully. "Oh, just look at who is eating each other's faces off." She looked at a specific someone and I followed her gaze.

Mark had Scarlet trapped between a row of lockers and him. He was kissing her fiercely, while he squeezed one of her boobs and raised one of her legs to his waist with the other hand. Scarlet was wearing a very short skirt, and she had both her arms around Mark's neck. I could see their tongues battling inside their mouths and I could almost hear Scarlet moaning like a bitch in a porno movie.

If I felt jealous before this whole thing with Mark kissing me, now I feel it so much more.

"Get a room." Amber muttered as we passed by them. It was loud enough for them to hear, because they pulled apart, gasping for air.

"You get a boyfriend." Scarlet replied, smirking.

Mark turned to look at us, at me specifically. I made sure to give him the most hateful glare I could form. I felt satisfied when I noticed he had been taken aback and a bit confused by my glare. I looked away after that, not even bothering to see his reaction.

"I can get a boyfriend without having to be a slut and without having to dress like a prostitute." Amber replied, making Scarlet and the few people around us gasp. "And get some dignity. In case you don't know, everyone can see your red panties."

Scarlet lowered her leg from Mark's waist and fixed her clothes, her face red with either embarrassment or anger. Or both.

Amber walked and I followed behind her, leaving the heated couple behind. When I glanced over my shoulder at them, Mark had gone to kiss Scarlet again, with much more intensity this time.

The idiot. What the hell is he playing? One day, he's kissing me like a crazy for God knows what fucking reason. And the other, he's making out with that... That skank! What a coincidence that the day right after he kisses me, he now kisses his girlfriend as if he loved her that much. He hadn't even kissed her like that in weeks! Why is he doing it now again? I thought Mr. King of fucking girls wanted to break up with her already.

I bet he wants to forget about what happened between us. I'm afraid that that won't be too easy, Mark. He won't forget about it without even explaining it to me beforehand. I don't know how I will make him explain, but I'm not letting him get away with it so easily!

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I needed to pee so badly, so I had to excuse myself from History class. I'm lucky that I'm one of the teacher's favorites, so it wasn't a big deal to ask him for permission because he let me go instantly.

I made my way to the restrooms through the silent corridors, only filled with the echo of my footsteps and the muffled voices of the teachers that were talking as I walked past some classrooms.

When I stepped inside the restrooms, they were empty, which is a good thing since I don't like peeing when there are other guys around.

When I finished, I went to wash my hands and then headed out. But I bumped against something hard, and the familiar tingles returned to my face. Yeah, you've probably guessed already who's standing in front of me with a pissed expression. I stepped backwards and he stepped forward, as if he already knew he would find me here. But how?

"You think you're so rude, huh?" He asked in a low, menacing voice.

"What?" I asked, confusingly.

"Don't play fool. Do you think you can glare at me like that? Do you have any idea of who you're messing with?"

"You know pretty well why I glared at you." I snapped.

"Oh, let me guess. Is it because I was kissing my girlfriend? Do you think that just because I gave you... A few kisses yesterday, we're already dating or something? Am I your boyfriend so I'm not allowed to kiss other girls? Are you jealous?" He laughed bitterly.

"I'm not as stupid as to believe that we're dating after that. What intrigues me is why you're doing this. One day you kiss me out of nowhere, and the other you're kissing Scarlet as if nothing had happened. What pisses me off is that you're not even giving me an explanation as to why you kissed me! What kind of game are you playing, Mark? Is this some sort of game or what?"

He remained silent for a moment and bit his lip nervously, as if trying to find the words. Or rather trying to find a logical and believable excuse to come up with. "It's... It's not a game."

"Then what is it?"

He sighed and ran a hand over his hair. "It's hard to explain..."

I stared at him for a while. His eyes showed worry and fear... He looked afraid of telling me something. Something deep. Call me a wizard, but I think I might have some sort of power that reveals people's emotions by looking at their eyes. I probably know what is it that Mark is afraid of telling me. And I will have to ask him.

"Mark..." I called, making him look at me. "Are you gay?"

His eyes widened and his face went a bit red at my question. Then his look changed to an angered one. "Fuck, NO!" He snapped.

I flinched a bit, but managed to regain my composure. "Okay, okay... Then... Bisexual?"

"Ugh! No, neither!" He snapped again, his teeth gritted and his hands clenched into fists.

I rolled my eyes. "Then what are you? If you kissed me it's because you're either-"

"Shut up! Stop!" He put his hand around my neck, pushing me against one of the doors of the stalls, almost choking me.

"Mark... J-Just... T-Tell me..." I managed as I tried to push his hand away from my neck.

"I won't tell you anything, okay?!" He said angrily. He looked around the room and then back at me, lowering the tone of his voice. "Firstly, let me make this clear: If I kissed you... It doesn't mean that I'm gay. Secondly, you don't question me. You just obey me in everything I say, and do what I tell you to do. The reason why I'm doing it it's none of your business. So you don't question me, and obey me. Otherwise, you will pay the consequences. Did you get it?"

I simply nodded, so he could let me go already. And he did. I gasped to catch my breath once his hand left my neck. He didn't walk away. He just stood there, in front of me.

I looked up at him. He had a serious but still a bit angry face. I resisted the urge not to glare at him again. Instead, I decided I should leave. I lost too many minutes of class already. And all this for nothing.

"Wait." He said, placing a hand on my chest and preventing me from walking away.

"I have to go." I replied, trying to walk past him, but he pushed me back onto the door.

"I said wait." He ordered firmly and I huffed in protest. But I knew I had no option but obey him.

That look of lust returned once again into Mark's eyes. Seeing that look made me quite excited, because I knew what would be coming next. But also, I didn't want to do this. I'm just confusing myself even more, and I'm accepting to continue playing his stupid game, even if he says it's not, for me it still is.

He lowered his head slowly until his face was nuzzling against the crook of my neck. He smelled it, and then he exhaled, letting the hot air of his mouth send shivers down my spine. I could hear him let out a soft hum of satisfaction, as if he had liked my scent.

Then, it wasn't his breath that was hitting my neck anymore, but something soft and wet. I gasped when I felt his lips kissing my neck softly, then gently running his tongue over the spot. I moaned and closed my eyes, placing a hand on the back of his head, to press him harder onto that spot on my neck.

He wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me closer to him as he continued to suck on my neck. I let my heavy breath hit his own neck, as I tried to hold in my moans, but I couldn't help it. His tongue on my neck sent so many sparks and shivers, the soft moans he was letting out were like music to my ears, and his hands gently rubbing my back as he pulled me closer, only added to the endless pleasure I was receiving, and my member that was increasing in size below my pants.

But before Mark could go any further, I heard footsteps and laughs of guys approaching. I froze in place, and I sensed how Mark went still at the sound too. He quickly unwrapped his arms from me and stepped back. We tried to look as normal as possible just in time when three guys stepped inside, laughing and talking, destroying the atmosphere of lust and passion that was previously inside.

Mark looked a bit disappointed, and I could see him still trying to catch his breath. I had to wipe his drool from my neck with my sleeve. Then I walked out of the restrooms before any of the guys could suspect.

Damn, we almost got caught. And all because of Mark who suddenly decided to get all affectionate and passionate with me. Worst of all, he told me that the reason why he's doing this is none of my business. Like, bitch what?! Mark, you're kissing me! Of course it's my damn business since you're confusing me with all this! A popular jock who claims to be completely straight, kissing an unpopular kid like me, is not something you see every day. Of course I'm so effing confused!

Now he said that he's not either gay or bisexual. Then what is he? Doesn't he realize that he's kissing someone of his same sex? That means he has to be attracted to me in some way.

As I headed to the classroom, I just realized the corridors were crowded. Students were heading to their next classes. Shit, I missed the rest of history class! My teacher will be mad at me! But damn, did Mark and I really stay there for that long?

When I arrived at the classroom, it was empty. My teacher was grabbing his things before he spotted me. "Mr. Miller, look at what time you're arriving. The class has finished already."

"I-I'm... S-Sorry, s-sir..." I stuttered, shifting nervously.

"What took you so long? Did you ditch the rest of the class?"

"N-No, I didn't! I did go to the restrooms, it's just..." I trailed, trying to come up with a credible excuse.

"What happened?"

"I... I... I have diarrhea." I blurted.

His eyes widened a bit, but then he chuckled while I blushed in embarrassment at my excuse. "Okay, Mr. Miller. You're once again forgiven. The homework is written on the board. Copy it and deliver it for next class, alright?"

"O-Okay... Thanks."

"And be more careful with what you eat next time." He smiled and patted my shoulder. I just nodded shyly before he left. Phew, I'm glad he didn't reprimand me. That's a good thing about being one of the teacher's favorites.

I walked over to my table to copy the assignment. Then I grabbed my things and headed to my next class.

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Once it was time to go home, I walked with my friends to the exit, while thinking about Mark and his strange behavior. I admit I was expecting another message from Mark, telling me to meet him at some place. I know it's wrong, because I still don't know what he's trying to do with that. But I enjoy it so much at the same time. I have always wanted to kiss him so badly. And even though I don't know what the hell is going on, I guess I have to enjoy this opportunity that I never thought would come.

As if some entity had read my mind, I felt my phone vibrate in my pants. My stomach fluttered with excitement as I knew who could be messaging me at this time of the day.

Mark: Meet me at the same place
And you already know what happens if you don't come

Even I was surprised when I found out I didn't feel scared by his threat. I felt more excited about going there and... Well, do anything he wants to do afterwards. Maybe finish what we were doing in the restrooms. I shivered a bit just by the thought of that.

"Guys, erm... I need to go to the restroom." I told my friends once we were outside. I hate having to lie to them. I don't want them to think that I'm trying to get rid of them. I don't want that. But I can't just tell them the truth.

"Again?" Amber asked.

"Yes, it's just that... I've been kind of sick these last days." I half lied. I do feel sick with all of this happening, although not physically.

"Sick of what?" Vincent asked.

"Well, I..." I sighed. Here we go again. "I have diarrhea."

They all tried to hold their laughter and I just rolled my eyes. "Good one, Zack, but I know when you're lying." Amber said. "Are you sure you're not going to see Mark? Are you friends again?"

I shook my head sadly. "No, we still aren't... And I'm not lying. I really need to go to the restroom."

"Okay then. But wait a minute." Amber said, dipping her hand into her bag, rummaging through it until she pulled out some toilet paper and handed it to me. "Just in case you don't find paper."

Vincent and Jaida laughed while I blushed and took the paper from her embarrassingly. After they finally let me, I started making my way to the back of the building, where Mark was supposedly waiting for me.

I got more excited the closer I was to that place. Although I couldn't help but think about what could go wrong or bad. What if he gets mad again? Or what if this time he actually wants to explain everything? I seriously hope he does so.

When I finally arrived at the place, he was leaning on the wall, staring at his phone. He seemed too lost in whatever he was looking at, that I think he hadn't realized I was here. When I got a little closer, I glanced at his phone and I found my profile pic on it, just before Mark turned sharply and blocked his phone quickly.

"Zack!" He jumped a bit, embarrassed, putting his phone in his jeans.

I smiled a little, satisfied by the fact that I had found him doing something inappropriate, at least for him. "Was that my profile picture?"

"N-No... I-I was just... Um..." He stuttered nervously, placing a hand on his nape and his cheeks turning a bright red color.

Who would have thought that I would catch the bad boy like this. "Do you like my pics?"

"I... Ugh, just shut up!" He snapped, hitting the floor with his foot. He walked towards me, so now I was leaning on the wall and he was towering over me.

But I'm no fool. He was looking at my pic and that is for something. If he denied to answer my question, he's indirectly saying that he does like my pics. I smiled internally at the thought.

Mark stayed like that for a bit, staring at me deeply with his grey eyes. Then, he brought his thumb to my lips and brushed it against them. His thumb was already sending tingles over my body, and we hadn't even kissed yet. He would have crashed his lips against mine by now, but he did the opposite thing. He leaned in slowly, until now his lips were brushing mine. Then he kissed me softly, something he hadn't done before.

I kissed him back, my body getting more pleasurably warm from inside. He placed a hand on the back of my head so he could deepen the kiss. Our lips moved in a slow but passionate way that we had never tried before. I think I was getting better at this thing of kissing.

Soon our lips started to quicken the pace, and our kiss turned to a more heated one. I moaned when I felt Mark's tongue demanding to invade my mouth, and I didn't deny him the entrance. As he ran it all over my mouth, his big hands traveled down and he placed them on my chest. He ran his hands up and down through the fabric that covered my torso, but even so, I could feel how his hands burned me in every place he touched, and my moans increased in volume. He touched my chest, my stomach, my back; all while his tongue continued to explore my mouth. I knew I had to