Would You Run? Crankiplier high school AU

Chapter 30*

Waking up in his bed the next morning felt disgusting. Somehow it didn't even cross my mind last night that Mark had a girlfriend and that she and him belonged together. She should be the one in his bed, not me.

I rolled over, facing away from the wall and there was nobody besides me. I couldn't tell if I was disappointed that he wasn't there or if I was relieved. I can't decipher any of my feelings anymore. Everything just comes back to him and sometimes that means tears and sometimes that means butterflies in my stomach.

I reached for my glasses on Mark's bedside table and saw a note.

"Went to take Chica on a walk. Please lock the front door on the way out. <3"

That fucker. So much for "we'll talk later."

Most of the time I can't decipher my feelings when it came to Mark, but right now it's clear as day. I am livid.

My brain is telling me that my feelings are valid and of course I should be angry, but it somehow still feels unjust. I slept with somebody who's already spoken for. I don't have the right to feel angry with anyone else but myself.

And I think what makes matters even worse is that despite getting kicked out at 9:00 AM and waking up alone, despite hating myself for sleeping with him, and despite the walk of shame to the Uber I ordered to take me home; I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

I walked into my house and went straight to the bathroom. I need a shower. I need to not smell like him and not look like I just got railed and I need to just not be me for 10 minutes.

As soon as I stepped under the warm water I felt the blood wash off of my hands and I could finally relax. Nothing was better. Nothing changed. But in this moment, I felt safe, and for now, that was good enough.

I scrubbed every inch of my body. I felt better, but I still felt disgusting.

I couldn't help but to remember last night. What I could of it at least. I didn't want to remember anymore. I know I told myself that I did but I changed my mind. But just as begging yourself to remember something makes it easier to forget, begging yourself to forget something makes it easier to remember.

As memories from last night unwillingly flooded my brain, I started to get hard. I ignored it the best I could and kept washing my body and trying to get rid of it, but after at least 5 minutes of being painfully desperate and hard, I just had to.

I came untouched last night so the second my hand wrapped around my dick, I was just in heaven.

"Fuck," I whispered, stroking myself using soap as a lubricant. Kill two birds with one stone I guess.

My orgasm approached faster than usual, but so did the all too familiar post nut clarity.

I started crying as I washed my hair. This was a mistake. Everything that happened last night was a mistake and it was one that we can't take back and it was fucking amazing.

Amidst the pain and shame that washed over me, I couldn't help but to wonder what he's doing right now. Is he with Amy? Is he thinking of me? Was he sober last night? Did he mean anything he said? So many questions that I'll never have the balls to ask.

After I got out of the shower, I got dressed and texted Riley immediately. Even though she's my best friend and I've never kept a secret from her, I think that this was something that really needed to stay just between Mark and I.

Me: Hey Riles, I know it's early but I'm dying of boredom. Busy?

Riley: nope. Come over.

She didn't need to tell me twice. Once I was out of the bathroom, I slipped on my shoes, grabbed my wallet, and I was out of the house.

The time spent with Riley was refreshing. Nothing out of the usual, we just drank hot chocolate on her couch with the tv playing in the background. We talked and caught up and had our phones shut off so our only focus was on each other. We hadn't done this in a while. It felt amazing to be back home with her.

She was in the middle of telling me about some new drama with some random girls called Amber and Laura at our school when there was a knock at her front door. I was actually kind of invested.

Riley went and answered the door as we were the only ones home and my attention transferred over to whatever was happening on the television. I don't even know what this show is.

When she came back in the room, Seán followed behind her. He and I weren't on bad terms at all, but it was just awkward sometimes.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked. Riley looked guilty and Seán looked disappointed.

"I'm a horrible girlfriend is what's up," Riley said, plopping down on the couch next to me. "I'm sorry," she said, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

"We were meant to go hang out with Mark and see a movie but I guess she forgot," he said shrugging his shoulders. "It's fine. You guys hang out, I'll just bring Mark."

Riley reached up for his hand and pouted. "But you already bought the tickets, I'm sorry baby." She looked so upset.

"No, go see your movie if it isn't too late," I said to her, trying to sound nonchalant. In reality, I was really looking forward to spending some time alone with her. We hadn't done this in a while, but they had plans first.

"Are you sure Ethan?" She asked, turning to me, dropping Seáns hand. "I'm so sorry, I'd just completely forgotten and I was having fun spending time with you and-"

A smile crept onto her face and I already knew where this was going.

"No," I said shaking my head. "Nope. Not gonna happen."

I started slipping on my shoes and gathering my things.

"Please?" She whined. "Please Ethan? Please? It's not like you'll be a third wheel, Mark was already gonna be there."

I gave her a knowing look and she caught on quickly.

"Oh," she said with disappointment laced into her voice. "Oh! Okay yeah you're definitely coming."

I looked up at Seán, hoping he would say something, but he just shrugged his shoulders. He knew by know that when Riley gets an idea like this, there's no stopping her.

"No, Riley, I can't afford a ticket and I don't have a ride and..." I trailed off.

"And Mark will be there. That's the only reason you don't wanna go," she said bluntly.

"And Mark will be there," I repeated, timidly.

Riley turned to me and interlocked her fingers with mine.

"Please?" She asked, giving me the puppy dog eyes that had already gotten Seán under her control. "Come on, Eth. For me?"

I let out a big sigh and finished gathering my things. Walking over to the door, I heard Riley and Seán follow. Before walking out I turned around.

"Okay fine," I said. "But I really don't have any money or a ride so you're paying, Riles."

The smile on her face was worth the torment that I knew would arrive soon enough.

This movie better be good.

A/N: 1268 words. We're getting back on track baby!!
Happy Thursday ^-^