Her face paled as she slowly lifted her foot off my hand. Her eyes were stuck to my face. “What did you say?”
I realized that I'd finally done something right. Cindy's face was a mixture of remorse, elation and maybe… Guilt?
“It's Mark's?” she gasped. I nodded. I desperately needed her to believe me; it was my only way out.
“But I thought you guys weren't together anymore.” Her tone was still disbelieving.
“I did try to end it with him, but one thing led to another, and it happened,” I said, wringing my hands together.
“What about Zayn? You little slut, were you two-timing him?” she sounded elated as she asked me the question. Immediately I shook my head, a plan forming in my mind as i did. I'd found a way out…
“Zayn and I were never more than friends. It was simply that and noth
