Mine, Chapter 2

Mark and I decided to walk around the York campus. We were silent for a while, not knowing what to do or say. But it wasn't an awkward silence, it was comfortable. We enjoyed each others company. With Eli, he always had talk. He wanted to know every single thing I was thinking, but with Mark, he didn't have to know anything. I felt like he could read me like a book. I looked over at him, noticing all he changes. He had grown up quite nicely. Still muscular and tall, but he wasn't as scary. He looked…perfect. I pinched my thigh to pull me out of the trance I was in and Mark looked down on me, giving me a look.

"What was that?" He asked, shooting up one of his eye brows. I laughed softly and shrugged.

"Nothing, don't worry about it," I told him. He shrugged and turned his focus back to the side walk in front of us.

"So, how's school? God, that sounded so stupid," He laughed. I smiled and looked up at him.

"It's pretty good. I love basically everything, except my roommate. Don't even get me started on her," I groaned and Mark laughed.

"What's so bad about her? Is she messy?"

"Messy, obnoxious, and she brings guys over all the time. My room always smells like sex. It's absolutely terrible," I covered my hand with my face.

"That's kind of gross. If you ever need a place to stay, my apartment is open," I took my hand off my face, stopped walking and looked up at him.

"What?"

"If it's that bad, you can stay the night with me. I've got a pretty comfortable couch, and it's not to far from campus. I mean, you don't have to. It's just an option," Mark shrugged and I smiled.

"Thanks, that means a lot,". We continued to walk, talking about classes, work, life after Degrassi, anything. It became late and we eventually made it back to my dorm. "Really? For the love of God," I saw a sock on the door knob and groaned. I ripped the sock off the door and pounded on it.

"Come back later!" I head Cameron yell through the door.

"I need my school work, I can't come back later," I pounded on the door again. I heard Mark laughing behind me and I looked a him over my shoulder. "This is not funny! I have a paper due tomorrow for my psych class, how am I supposed to finish with her in there?" I heard the door unlock and Cameron stuck her head out.

"Here's your back pack, laptop and jacket. Come back tomorrow, okay?" She handed all my stuff to me and closed the door."

"You've got to be joking," I sighed and swung my backpack over my shoulder. I turned to look at Mark who was covering his mouth, laughing silently. "So, is the couch still open? Or do you already have a tenant for the night?" I smiled at him.

"I don't know, I'll have to check the guest list," He said sarcastically. Mark walked up to me, took my laptop and jacket and smiled. "Let's go," I nodded and we walked out to his car.

Marks POV

I pulled the apartment key out of my back pocket, unlocking the door and pushing it open. I walk into the front room sighing at the mess. "I'm sorry for, all this. I wasn't expecting company," I chuckled nervously.

"It's fine," Clare walked up behind me and put her hand on my shoulder. "Thanks for letting me stay the night,". She leaned up and kissed me on the cheek. I closed my eyes and smiled at the feeling of her lips on my skin. I felt her move away from me and I opened my eyes slowly and looked her backside up and down. I had liked…loved this girl since junior year of high school, and she was finally giving me a second chance. I wasn't about to go and fuck it up. I cleared my throat and placed her laptop on the coffee table.

"So, do you want a tour?" I joked. She smiled sweetly and place her backpack on the floor.

"Sure, show me around,".

"Well this is the living room, slash, kitchen. Anything in the fridge and cabinets is up for grabs if you get hungry," I walked towards the narrow hallway, "Bathroom," I pointed to the first door, "Closet," I pointed to the door on my left, "And my room," I pointed to the last door. "It's kind of small, but…it's home," I shrugged.

"It's lovely," Clare said quietly. I smirked and nodded. I opened the closet door and grabbed sheets and blankets for the couch. I walked over the her and place them on the couch.

"Any questions?" I cocked my head and smirked. She shook her head 'no' and smiled. "Alright, well then I'm going to take a shower. You should probably get started on that psych paper," She blushed and nodded. I turned to head into the bathroom.

"Um, Mark?" I stopped and turned to look at her. "Do you have any clothes I could borrow to sleep in?".

"In my room, the second drawer has some shirts and sweat pants," She nodded and I winked heading into the bathroom

I turned the hot water knob off and walked out into the cold air. I shivered and dried myself off and looked in the mirror. Clare Edwards is right outside that door. I smiled to myself and looked around for my clean change of clothes. Fuck. I wrapped my towel around my waist and headed out of the door.

"Oh! I-uh…" I walked into Clare, who apparently was jus going to knock on the door. She blushed when she realized all I was wearing was a towel.

"Let me just, um" I moved around the tight hall space. I ended up on the other side, our chests basically pressed together. "Sorry about that," I said nervously.

"You're totally fine," Clare breathed out. I looked down on her and smiled. I hoped she couldn't hear my heart that was beating 100 miles a second. Clare smiled slightly and blushed. I couldn't help it, I leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss. Clare was hesitant at first but caved after a couple seconds. I pulled her closer to me, if that was at all possible, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I bit her bottom lip, trying to deepen the kiss but Clare pulled away.

"I'm sorry, as much as I would love to continue this, I have to use the restroom," She blushed and unwrapped her arms.

"You're fine," I shrugged. She walked into the room and closed the door. I sighed and tried to regain composure. I headed into my bedroom and put on sweat pants and a white wife beater. I ran my fingers through my hair and took a deep breath. This is going to be a long night. I walked back into the living room to see Clare sitting on the couch, Indian style with her lap top between her legs. I leaned against the wall and smiled at her. She looked up from her computer and smiled back at me.

"I hope I'm not interrupting your work," I joked.

"Three more sentences and I'll be done," She told me. I nodded and remained a statue against the wall. These past months have treated Clare well. Her curly hair had grown out some and her eyes, if possible, got bluer. She still had her same figure, which was fine with me. She was always beautiful. "Staring is rude, Mr. Fitzgerald," Clare shot me a look over her laptop. I smirked and shrugged.

"It's hard to take my eyes off you. Damn, Edwards, your turning me into the cheesiest thing ever," I chuckled. Clare giggled and I felt my body grow warm. The things this girl does to me.

"Well I apologize for your cheesy-ness, but fortunately for you, my essay is done," She smiled at me and closed her computer.

"Want me to proof read it for you?" I joked. Clare laughed and gave me a look.

"Do you really know anything about REM sleep and Freud?" I opened my mouth to say something witty, but quickly shut it and shook my head. "Thought so," I stuck out my tongue and walked over to join her on the couch. "So," Clare said as I sat down.

"So," I mocked her. She gave me a look and I smirked. "You look good in my clothes," I told her honestly. He face turned pink in an instant and smiled, sort of happy I could make her that way.

"You looked good in that towel," She replied and moved closer to me.

"Hm, really?" I scooted closer to her. She bit her lip and I leaned down towards closing my eyes slowly. Centimeters apart, Clare stopped me quickly.

"Mark, I don't think we should be doing this," I looked into her eyes and sighed.

"Alright," I leaned away from her and sat normally on the couch. "Can I ask why?", I waited for Clares response.

"Were not dating, were just I don't know… 'reconnecting' for the first time. I just…it's not a good idea," She grew quieter as her response went on. I waited a little while and then looked at her. I grabbed one of her hands and spoke.

"I was stupid during high school. I let you get away, and that is my biggest regret. I tried so hard to get you back, to get you to like me and, damn it Clare, I'm not letting you go again. If you don't like me, tell me now. Okay? I will just stop," Clare looked at me and shook her head.

"I can't tell you that. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since that night on my door step when you kissed me. I don't want to pass up another chance," I squeezed Clare's hand and smiled slightly at her.

"So," I said.

"Not this again," Clare sighed. I laughed.

"Can I at least kiss you?" I asked.

"That would be okay," Clare smiled and leaned closer to me. I leaned in and kissed her softly. She pulled away slowly and blushed. "Perfect," She whispered.

"I guess we have to make this official, don't we," I gave her a look and she rolled her eyes. "Clare Edwards, will you be my girlfriend?" She giggled.

"Of course," She leaned back in a kissed my lips gently. I smiled and pulled her in closer.

"You know, you don't have to sleep on the couch if you don't want to. My bed is pretty comfortable," I told her. She smiled and tried to look innocent.

"But, where will you sleep?" Clare widened her eyes.

"Right next to you," I kissed her forehead. She stood up and began walking towards the hallway.

"Well, are you coming?" Clare turned and winked at me. I stood up and took her hand, smiling at my beautiful girlfriend.