"Mark!" I scream jumping on him in the middle of the hallway.

Mark laughs and catches me, as I wrap my legs around his waist and wrap my arms around his neck, and squeeze him tight like a Koula.

I bury my face in his neck and let tears of happiness rush out my eyes.

I look up at Mark's face when I feel a splash of water land on my cheek, "You're crying."

"I'm just really happy to see you," He smiles through his tears.

"I'm really happy to see you too," I say while placing my face back in his neck.

Hearing a screech of shoes that indicates someone has stopped walking swiftly, I look up from Mark and pleading to God that it's not a fan.

If they took a picture of me right now, everyone would interpret it the wrong way.

I guess I would understand why I have my legs wrapped around Mark's waist hugging him for dear life.

However Marks is truly like my big brother, I've never had any romantic feelings towards him ever, I can tell him anything without feeling that he's judging me, no matter the time at night if I need him, he'll answer my call.

Several girls tried to break up our friendship because they thought I would be a threat, stupid idiots.

No matter how many times you tell them that you're just friends, they never listen, and they'll try to ruin my friendship even more.

But guess who Mark always chooses every time?

That's right, ME...

Cue in an evil laugh.

Cutting out of my thoughts I realized Dantes is stood in the hallway with a murderous expression on his face, looking at the two of us.

I quickly take a glance at Mark's confused expression and hop off him to stand between him and Dante.

"What the hell?" Dantes says angrily, gesturing to Mark.

Poor Mark, he standing behind me with an awkward expression plastered on his face while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Who the hell is that?" Dantes continues, advancing towards Mark, I place my hands on his chest when he tries to get by me.

I quickly realize that Dante's eighty percent muscle and a girl like myself who has spaghetti noodles as arms will never be able to hold back someone like him.

Running to stand in front of Mark, I wrap my arms around his waist and plead to the angry beast in front of me to listen, "Dante, he's Mark!"

"Why the fuck do you have your arms wrapped around him?" He exclaims standing inches away from me.

"Because dummy, he's my best friend Mark I told you about the other day!" I exclaim back at him, getting frustrated with the man in front of me.

Realization clouds his face as he scoffs at me, "You should have told me that Lola before I thought the guy was getting with my girlfriend."

I let out a dry laugh with no humour in it, and detach myself from Mark to face Dante head-on.

"If you continue acting like this you better damn know that you're going to come out of this single, I'm not a girl that's going to put up with bullshit anymore, I used to let everyone walk all over me Dante, but I'm not that girl anymore. A relationship is all about communication and trust, If you don't already trust me, and you won't listen to me then this won't work." I say gesturing between us.

"Go home and cool down, and when you want to talk like adults give me a call," I say as I grab onto Mark's forearm and drag him into my condo, and slam the door once we're safely inside.

"When the heck did my best friend turn into a badass?" Mark asks amazed.

I laugh and turn to face him with a smile on my face, "I just don't want any stupid guy thinking that he can pull anything like that. Sorry about that by the way"

"You're a boss," he says picking me up and spinning me around in the air.

I throw my head back and laugh.

At this moment I realized how much I missed my best friend, I'm never going to let him go back home.

The moment is cut short when I hear banging on my front door.

Mark puts me down on my feet as he turns his head towards the door, he looks back at me with a confused expression.

"Do you think it's the beast out there?" He questions, with a laugh.

I shake my head with a laugh and punch his shoulder.

With a shrug of my shoulders, I start towards the door, where I can still hear banging on my door.

I'm stopped when I feel a hand on my waist holding me back. "Let me open it, stay behind me."

I nod and follow closely behind Mark.

He reaches out and opens the door.

Behind the door was not someone I thought I would see.

"Chris?" I question moving from behind Mark's back to face him.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to show you this," He says holding up a magazine and handing it to me.

Shocked and angry is what I feel at the moment when I see a picture of me and Dante making out in his car.

"What the hell?"

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