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I'm back with another shortie this time, oh, and some of your guesses as to who Mark was weren't all that far from the truth... ) ~nellen :) xx
"That is, assuming Mark knows at all," Luke continued, in the same condescending drawl he had used before.
"You malicious little rat," Flora muttered under her breath. She was going to tell Clive, of course, just not like this.
"Oh, I'm sure Mark is fine with it isn't he? Mark's fine with a lot of things. I wonder how many of them he wouldn't be fine with if he actually knew about them."
"Luke, don't do this."
"Who's Mark?" Clive blurted out, confused and slightly annoyed. Who was he, why was he important? His insides tightened uneasily, but he tried to forget the feeling. He was probably a nobody, right?
The younger boy gasped in mock horror, momentarily staring wide eyed and open mouthed at Flora, then turning his attention back to Clive. "You don't know who Mark is? Why Flora, how many other men are you lying to?"
"Luke stop! It's not like that and you know it!" The girl wailed, jumping up in preparation for a fight.
The younger lad chuckled, standing up himself so he was now her height, "of course it's not dear, oh do save the theatrics."
He then turned to address Clive again, a particularly nasty expression on his face.
"Mark, is Flora's boyfriend."
The door closed with a thud behind him, leaving the other two in the house alone.
"Clive..." Flora whispered, fresh tears stinging her eyes, "please, you have to believe me, I was going to tell you..."
"When? When we're you going to tell me Flora? Now? Because I think now would be a pretty fucking good time," Clive muttered, staring angrily at the floor. Everywhere ached. His heart had dropped as soon as the words left Luke's mouth, his head stinging like a cut drenched in acid. He felt numb, used, and now he wanted answers.
"Please Clive it's not what he made it out to be!" Flora sobbed, running towards him with arms outstretched. He pushed her away, ignoring her cries. What was the point in comforting her anymore, when the whole thing had been a lie?
"Please Clive, it really wasn't-"
"Then what was it, Flora?" He snapped, closing his eyes and muttering his next words, "what was I?"
"A friend. You were, a friend," she sniffed, wiping her eyes on the back of her hand, "me and Mark haven't been right for a long time now, and I just needed a friend. I never meant to hurt you, and I was going to tell you I swear! I just couldn't find the words, I was scared I'd say too much."
"What do you mean, too much?"
"I mean, I just can't, he'll-"
"Oh you know what, I don't have time for this!" He ran his fingers through his hair, crying out in frustration. "I'm going to get changed, I need some space."
Flora nodded, feebly mumbling "okay," as the door slammed loudly in her face.