“Don’t tell me you’re getting wasted here again?”
I gulped, maintaining my head down on the table. “What’s it to you?” I asked bitterly.
Mark sat across me with his enormous fluffy coat. “So you heard?” he asked, and I looked at him, surprised that he might have known that this was going to happen. He rested his head on the table as well. “You don’t look disappointed. I guess I was worried for nothing.” He mumbled.
My eyes were fixated on him. I was still stoned for what he did. His face was way too close to my face. Why is he resting his face across mine this closely? I’m getting too anxious about this.
“Do you believe them?” He asked.
“Told you rumors are always true,” I answered this time.
He smirked. “And they are always believed without reason. Stereotype. This is why we have su
