Won't - Mark Tuan Fanfic (Sequel to Can't)

2 - Mark, Why?

Looking at him like this, I suddenly remember the time he flirted with different girls because he was trying to forget about Lara. 

What is he trying to prove? What's his problem? What's that girl's problem? 

FUCK! I get up from my seat, fuming, slamming the shot glass on the table. I ignore the three others getting up, too, to stop me. I march towards the dance floor, smoke coming out of my ears. 

I yank Mark out of the away and lunge at the bitchy girl with a very shocked face. I'm just thankful that I'm not wearing a skirt. I go on top of her when she falls on the ground and start slapping her left and right. "Are you really testing me, bitch?"

Before I can make her nose bleed, I get lifted off of her. "Cris. What the fuck!" 

I turn around and see Mark holding my arms. "You!" I point at his face. "What the fuck is your problem? Huh?" I yell. Most of the people around have backed away and we're in the middle of a circle. 

"Cristina." He grits his teeth. "Not here. There are people watching."

"I don't care," I scoff. "You didn't mind flirting with other girls in front of them, did you? What are you embarrassed of now?" I raise an eyebrow at him, my blood just won't stop boiling. 

"Let's talk outside," he says, looking around at the people watching us. 

"Now you want to talk? Fuck you!" I slap him really hard before walking towards the table to get my bag. I take one last shot and head out. 

"Hey, Cristina." Junior, JB and Mina are behind me. "Wait up!"

I stop and turn to them. "Don't you even follow me." I shout, stunning them. 

I continue walking until somebody grabs my arm and turns me around. 

"WHAT????" I shout at Mark. 

"Did you really have to do that?" He asks. 

"Do what? Embarrass you? Beat the shit out of that bitch? What?" I ask him, still shouting. I have to shout because I don't want to spill my tears in front of him. 

He pulls me out of the sidewalk, dragging me. 

"Fuck. Let go of me you sorry excuse for a boyfriend!" I yank my hand away but he tightens his grip more and continues to pull me. He stops when we get to a park where there're no people around. 

He faces me then. Since it's a bit dark, I can't really see the expression on his face. But, his voice quavers when he says, "I'm sorry! I'm....I'm lost here, ok?" He puts his hands above his head, locking his fingers there. 

"Lost!" I shake my head. "So, whenever you get lost you just shun me away like that and flirt with other girls." I chuckle sarcastically. "Is that it?"

"I...." He turns and walks away only to come back after a few steps, "I don't know what to do, Cristina."

"Then tell me." I lower my voice, almost pleading. I take his hand and walk closer to him. "I'll do whatever to help you Mark."

He stares at me. He lifts up his hand, almost touching my cheek, but he puts it down again. "I can't."

"Why not?" I move closer, taking both his hands, my eyes are already teary but I stop them, blinking the tears back in. "Why not, Mark?"

"I'm sorry." He lets go of my hands, only to hold my face, "I'm just sorry, ok?" His voice cracks and tears glisten as they roll down his cheeks. 

"Mark, babe." I kiss his lips, wiping his tears with my thumbs. "I love you. I'd do anything for you! Just...tell me what's bothering you."

Instead of answering, he leans forward and kisses me, very slowly...passionately...like nothing happened earlier. We take a taxi home, and he kisses me still there. He carries me up the stairs and into my room, laying me gently on my bed. He only gets up to lock the door and take of his jacket.