TWENTY FOUR

It has been a while since I was inside Mark's room. When I was little, I would have wanted to go snowboarding and for him to tutor me was Mark, and as a heavy sleeper, it would take more than thirty minutes to wake his ass up.

I looked around and saw nothing had changed, making me reminisce.

Mark came back with a different shirt as he closed the door.

I felt his stare on me, giving me an uneasy feeling that it has to do something.

I swallowed hard.

Mark pulled his chair from the desk and sat beside me as I sat on his bed. "Lily, is there something you want to tell me?"

Was it a question or a command? I couldn't tell. But the sound of his tone sounded severe. If he knew about the baby, I'm so screwed.

I exhaled sharply and then swallowed. "Did Hannah tell you-"

"Yes, Hannah told me," his voice bellowed as he stood up, almost frightening me. "Lily, when were you going to tell me? You told Hannah and not me!"

"I'm sorry, but Hannah knew even if I didn't tell her." I lowered my eyes away