Teresa gasped when she finished reading the note Mark had found from Brandy. "Brandy really wrote this?" she asked, looking up at Mark.
"Do you have any other explanation?" Mark demanded.
"Hey, don't get all bitchy at me!" Teresa shot back, giving him a hard glare.
"I'm sorry, I just haven't been in the best of moods here lately," he muttered, sitting on the couch and resting his head in his hands. "I just can't believe she used me like that," he added, his voice suddenly quiet.
Teresa sat down next to him. "There could be a reasonable explanation to all of this," she commented, hoping to lift his spirits.
"There's nothing to explain, Teresa. She played me, just like every other woman out there would have. I don't know why I'm so surprised by all of this. If anything, I should have seen it coming," Mark muttered. To be honest, he knew exactly why he was so surprised by it. Even though he would never admit it, he had honestly thought she loved him. The way she looked at him, and the look in her eyes when she said it… it just seemed impossible for her to be that good of an actress. There was just no way her feelings could have been fake.
"Well me and Glenn are just a phone call away, big guy," Teresa said reassuringly, patting his back. "We're here for you anytime you need to talk."
"Thanks Teresa," he replied, forcing a smile.
"No problem, Mark. Now give me a hug," she replied, and pulled him into her arms. She felt him squeeze her, and knew he was hurting pretty bad. He tried to act as if it was nothing, but she knew it was really affecting him, and suddenly was mad as hell at Brandy. How could she do this to the poor guy? It had been obvious since day one that he was head-over-heels for her, and she simply ripped his heart out like it was no big deal. At that moment, Teresa vowed to never have anything to do with Brandy. If Brandy was going to be a bitch to Mark, then she could be a bitch right back.