"You're such a douchebag, you know that?!" I'm almost shaking with anger while I'm shouting.
Mark's looked at me surprised. "Douchebag? You're the one who's accusing me of something I haven't done in the first place!"
He pulled his hand frustraringly over his forhead while he closed his eyes.

"Something you haven't done?! Mark, I saw you with my own eyes!" I continued as I pointed accusingly at him, but eventually I putted my finger down and crossed my arms instead.
"And what did you see, if I may ask? Nothing! Because I did nothing! We did nothing. There's nothing you could've seen!"
I opened my mouth in order to yell at him.

I'm tired and so frustrated. I can't believe that he's putting me into this situation. And as if it was the first time...

"You can't be serious by asking me that question?" I asked with a chilly gaze, but he replied with a sigh. He's smiling at me, but I know that there's no happiness behind that smile.
"I was only removing a strand of hair from her face. Okay? It wasn't like we were making out or something"
I wish that he would've just confessed it. I wish that for just once, stopped being so extremly arrogant and tell me what really happened.

We were standing on the front of Dave Brandons house, an old class-mate of ours. Everything was just fine a few minutes ago, but then I found Mark and Amber Sommers just an inch away from eachother. (Amber's also known as the girl you should keep your boyfriend away from in as big distant as possible. If there was a rulebook made for girls where it stood that you keep your hands off others boyfriends, she would've broken that rule for a long time ago.)

I wasn't really sure of what I had seen, but one thing I was entirely sure about was me seeing Marks hand placed on Ambers cheek. They were sitting close to eachother.
Too close for me believing that nothing else happened.
I was only removing a strand of hair from her face.
Bullshit.

"Can't you just confess..." I wasn't able to end my sentence until Mark broke me off angrily.
"There's nothing to confess! Okay?! Why is it so hard for you to understand?!"
He was being rude. He always gets rude when he's drunk.

But this time, I'm not going to stop.

"Stop lying."
"I'm telling you that I'm not lying, I'm just saying..."
He didn't end his sentence. I opened my mouth to cut him off.
"Stop. Lying."
He bit his lip and before he was able to answer me, I continued
"I can tell when you're lying. Do you know why? Because this isn't the first time you've lied to me. This isn't the first time you've put me in this situation."
I was breathing heavily while my tears were burning behind my eyelids.
I had to put an end to this.
"You know how sorry I am. Sarah, babe, you know that I love you. She ment nothing to me, it was just a one-time-thing..."
I've heard that story so many times before...
Mark took a step towards me and reached out for my hands. He rolled his thumb against my palm and looked me stright in the eyes.
"You're my everthing, and you know that."

I knew it wasn't true. And I also knew that I deserved better than this.

Notes

So, first chapter is up! I know it's a bit tough to read at first, but I promise you guys that this is a good one!