THE MISKTAKE

Chapter 1

Mark pov:

It's Sunday morning and I'm still on my bed surfing on internet and thinking about my life

"Hmph" I sighed as I closed my laptop and headed to the washroom to clean myself.

It's noon already and I'm feeling bored.

I didn't know what to do so I called my best friend Frank.

He is my all-time best buddy. We both are high schoolers. I share with him everything except one thing, I never told him that I like men because I am afraid to lose him.

Suddenly my phone rings. It is Frank

"What's the plan today, wanna hang out at Wink bar ??"

" Yeah I am free today I'll meet you at 8 pm

"Okay see you"

At The Bar~

I walked into the Wink Bar and I saw Frank sitting there he already saves a seat for me.

I head toward them and said "Hello"

"Mark you came at the right time," he said and continues

"Meet my friend Drake" he is one of my close friends," he said by caressing Drake's back. For a moment I felt weird but later I realized that I'm being unreasonable here so…

I just keep looking at them and try to shrug away those thoughts. After a point I don't know why I am getting this weird feeling, wait am I getting jealous? No, I cannot get jea-

"Mark, why are you not drinking??" Drake called my name.

(That's not good what the hell am I thinking maybe it's because he is the only friend I have that's why I'm feeling this way. Don't overthink Mark, I said to myself.)

"Yes, I was just thinking about some things". I replied

We drink together and chatted for

sometime. But I am starting to feel uncomfortable, the more I watch them getting close and laughing together the more I am feeling jealous now. But I can't do anything about myself.

So, I just got up from there and went to the washroom to wash my face. I entered the washroom. Meanwhile, a sudden feeling started to get over my spine. It gives me goosebumps every time I think about it.

The feelings of getting jealous and the emotions which I never want to feel again But I have to hold these emotions. I can't let him know.

I walked out of the washroom and went back to my seat. Aah, I can't hold it now it seems like my heart can't take this anymore. I got up from there and walked out of the Bar. I took a taxi and returned to my home.

Luckily I'm not drunk so I took my keys and went straight to my room and threw myself on the bed because I don't wanna think of anything I just wanna sleep and rest my mind. But I'm not that fortunate.

My mind is hurting like hell now and it started flashing images or incidents that I don't wanna recall. I held my head as I walked out of my bed.

Somehow I was able to control it. But it started to replay the incident and that was …

Phone rings~

I was saved from getting traumatized by that memory by a phone call.

I picked up unconsciously without noticing the caller's name. It turned out to be …