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So happy it's finally weekend! Eventhough I'll still have another five tests next week, I'm glad I'll be able to write some more. I'm really excited to write the next chapter! I have some great ideas, and there will be a certain HeYa scene. ;) This chapter focuses more on Naya and her friendship with Mark. This chapter is kind of short, but I simply didn't have anything else to add. The next chapter will probably be somewhat longer to compensate!
Some of your reviews gave me some great ideas! Someone asked if I coúld involve Jane Lynch in this story, since she usaully doesn't get mentioned in HeYa fanfics. That actually gave me an idea for later, so I might bring her up in a later chapter!
Anyway, thank you for all the kind reviews and messages on twitter! I hope you keep reading, and enjoy it!
Impossible Heartache
Chapter 21
Mark walked out of his trailer towards his car. It had been a long day, and he finally got to crash. He was surprised when he still saw Naya's car in the lot. It was almost 10pm. It wasn't really that late, but Naya had been tired all day long. He figured she'd gone home when she was done for the day, which had been at least three hours ago.
He raised his eyebrows before walking towards Naya's trailer, checking if she was still in there. He knocked the door, but didn't get a response. He knocked once again before slowly opening the door. He figured she must have fallen asleep or she just wasn't there. The door was unlocked, so he was able to pop his head in, looking around carefully, not wanting to disrupt the girl's privacy.
He immediately spotted the small Latina curled up on the small couch, hugging herself in the comfy grey hoodie she was wearing. Her face was a bit red and her eyes seemed swollen, eventhough they were closed. Her face was covered with black smudges that trailed back to her eyes. She looked like she had either had an allergic reaction or she had been crying. Mark settled for the second option as she carefully knelt down next to her.
He soflty rubbed her back and whispered her name, trying to wake her up. Naya started stirring and mumbling in her sleep as she felt herself being pulled back into the real life. She felt the familiar name of the girl she loved slip across her lips before slowly openeing her eyes and blinking a few times. When she didn't see the beautiful face covered with freckles and the piercing blue eyes she was hoping for, but saw Mark instead, her face fell again.
She was starting to remember everything that had happened that day. She remembered Heather explaining to her that she didn't love her the way that Naya loved her. She remembered the way her heart had broken into tiny little pieces and had scattered all over the floor of Heather's trailer.
She brought the sleeves, that had black smudges because of her make-up all over them, of her grey hoodie to her face and covered her eyes with them. She didn't want to cry any more. She felt pathetic for crying so much because of a stupid missunderstanding. She had been positive that Heather loved her. She had never been so happy in her life. Now all those feelings were gone, and dark, sad feelings came in their place.
"What's going on, Nay?" Mark asked softly, still rubbing Naya's back comfortingly. It scared him to see the girl like this. Eventhough they had been together while she had been in love with Heather, he cared about her deeply. He didn't want to see the girl hurt like this. The last real converstation they had, he had figured out that she was in love with Heather.
Naya's shoulders started to shake, and she began letting out more sobs again. Eventhough she tried hard to bite back the tears, she couldn't stop them as they already started streaming down her face again. She sat up, making room for Mark to sit next to her on the couch. He sat down next to her and put an arm around her shoulders, scanning her features, looking for answers. He had never seen Naya upset like this.
Naya opened her mouth to answer, but instead she let out a cry, gasping for air, her whole body shaking. Mark understood that she wasn't in a state to talk right now, so he simply pulled her closer, and wrapped his other arm around her aswell, resting his hand on the back of her head, letting her sob into his shirt.
They sat there until Naya started to calm down slightly, her shoulders still shaking every now and then. She tried to breath in through her nose and out through her mouth, calming down her heartbeat. Eventually she pulled out of Mark's embrace and looked at his face that was still filled with worry.
She took another deep breath before opening her mouth, explaining this whole spectacle in one sentence. "She doesn't love me." She said, her voice shaking. Mark's expression didn't change. After seeing Naya like this, he already expected that it had something to do with this. He didn't understand it though. It didn't make sence that Heather didn't love her.
The way they always acted around eachother was eccentric. He didn't understand it, but he was quite sure that they would both take a bullet for eachother. They were meant to be together. Eventhough Mark had never thought of them as a couple, now that he had figured out that Naya was in love with Heather, it seemed so obvious. Now that he thought of Heather and Naya together, they just seemed to live on eachother. It was like they didn't need anything else, as long as they had eachother.
It just didn't make sence that Heather didn't love Naya. It didn't make sence that she made her feel like this. He stared into Naya's dull, puffy eyes. They didn't look complete, like she was missing a part of her. Or Heather, for that matter.
"What happened?" He asked, not knowing what had happened between them the last couple of days. The last thing he knew was that Taylor had kissed Naya.
Naya's lower lip trembled. So much had happened. After Taylor's kiss, Heather had slapped her, then kissed her, then almost kissed her again and finally broken her heart. She didn't know where to begin explaining all of this, so she just opened her mouth and let her mind speak for her. "We kissed." Was all she said. She wanted to hold on to that moment. She didn't want to ruin everything by saying the truth out loud. The truth that Heather had only kissed her because she felt sorry for her.
"Wait, what?" Mark had a deep frown on his face. So they had kissed? Then what happened? Had Heather panicked and walked out or something? That didn't mean that she wasn't in love with Naya. She was probably just shaken and surprised by the kiss. "So what happened?" He needed more, not sure if he was overstepping his boundries. He didn't want to make Naya tell anything that she didn't want to tell him or that hurt her even more.
"She said she only kissed me because she felt sorry for me. She isn't in love with me." Her eyebrows squeezed together, and her lip pouted as she rubbed her eye with her left sleeve, creating another black smudge on her skin. Mark bit his lip and looked at her thoughtfully. He didn't believe Heather really meant that. Heather wasn't the person to lead someone on by kissing them, even when they needed it so bad. She was honest, and didn't lead people on. That simply wasn't her nature. Mark knew that he was objecting to his own statement with this. If Heather was so honest, why would she lie about not being in love with Naya? It didn't make sence. Still, he didn't think Heather kissed Naya because she felt sorry for her. He still thought that Heather was in love with her too. She was probably just overwhelmed.
"That doesn't make any sense." He said softly, rubbing Naya's back in a comforting rythm. Naya looked at him with watery eyes. "Heather wouldn't kiss you if she didn't have any feelings for you." He continued, hoping that this made Naya feel better. "I wouldn't give up yet if I were you." He smiled down at her, and he saw a faint smile appear on her face. His smile turned into a grin as he poked her in the side, trying to lighten the mood.
"Did you get my text earlier today?" He changed the subject, trying to take Naya's mind off of all this. "About the party?" he continued as she didn't immediately respond, probably stunned by the sudden change of subject. "I think you could really use a party." He smirked at her, remembering the last time Naya had alcohol in his presence. He remembered her drinking five shots of tequila in less than half an hour, causing her to be almost unable to walk.
Naya let her head fall on his shoulder, shrugging her own. She wasn't really in the mood for a party, but she knew she needed something to get her mind off of Heather. A party was the perfect distraction, right? "Is Heather gonna be there?" She asked, carefully looking up at his face, that was looking down at her cautiously.
He hadn't asked Heather yet. He wasn't sure if Naya wanted her to be there or not. He could understand that she wouldn't want her there because it would hurt too much, but he could also understand if she did want her there, just because she loved her and wanted to be close to her, eventhough it hurt so much. He finally settled for the easiest answer, figuring he could always invite Heather after. "No." he said, his voice sounding doubtly as he watched Naya's reaction.
Her face seemed to fall slightly before she looked down again. She didn't look relieved when she heard that Heather wasn't going to be there. She knew it was stupid to want Heather to be there. She just couldn't help it. She didn't want to want to be around her, she simply needed to. She didn't have any control of her emotions towards Heather anymore. She had been able to push the feelings back inside for so long, but after that kiss, it simply wasn't possible anymore.
She sighed before nodding, "Okay, I'll go to the party." She said. She didn't really feel like going to a party if Heather wasn't there, but she was hoping that the alcohol would make her forget about all of this for just one night. "I'll bring my tequila-storage." she added before standing up, forcing a smile on her face. She didn't want Mark to worry about her any more than he already had. "It's late - Let's go home." She finally said before offering him her hand.