For A Reason {Mark Sloan} - COMPLETED -

twenty five:::

[ pinky promise  ]

It had been a little over a week since the whole drowning incident. Meredith was finally back on her feet, and back to work. There was also only three days left before we took our test to find out if we moved on to become residents. I felt pretty confident, but I was still a bit nervous. I had been studying my ass off, hopefully it would pay off.

George and I sat in Mere's kitchen eating our breakfast

"So George," I raised my eyebrows, "How are things with your new wife?"

"Not great," he said.

"Oh, I'm sorry George," I frowned, "Do you wanna talk about it?"

He shook his head, "No, I'd rather not think about it."

"Well do you wanna hear about my problems?" I asked.

"I guess if I have to," He sighed.

"Fuck off!" I said, hitting his arm.

"I'm just kidding, I'm all ears," He smiled.

"Okay," I swallowed, "I slept with someone."

"And this is a problem?" He asked.

"Well it started this whole mess I'm in."

"Do I know him?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Who is it?" He asked, interested.

"You can't tell anyone," I said.

"I won't," He shook his head.

"Pinky promise?" I extended my pinky to him.

"Pinky promise," He smiled, wrapping a finger around mine.

"Okay," I took a deep breath and exhaled, "It was with Mark."

George's eyes widened, "Mark Sloan?"

I nodded, with shame filled eyes.

"How many STD's do you have?" He asked.

"None," I sighed, "George I'm serious."

"Okay, okay. Good for you right?"

"I like him George," I frowned, "Like a lot."

"Ohhh Brandy has a crush," He teased me.

"No George, I don't want to like him. He's a whore. A big, stupid whore," I ran a hand through my hair.

"Well, you can't help who you have feelings for," George shrugged, "And maybe his whoreishness could go away."

I shook my head, "No, he's sleeping with a bunch of nurses too. He made me feel really special. Like I was the only one, but he flirts with everyone. I broke things off with him. God, I feel so stupid. What was expecting from him? I knew he was a whore. Maybe it's my fault."

"No," George, placed a hand on mine, "He lead you on. I mean what were you supposed to expect, if he treated you like you were something special, which you really are, don't get me wrong, but if someone treats you like that you're gonna expect great things from them. And if he doesn't really think you're special, then you know what, fuck him. You don't deserve someone who doesn't think you're special, and he sure doesn't deserve you."