You began seeing Mark on more friendlier terms since that football game. Sure, you kept up the hating each other thing in front of other staff members and the kids. After all, neither of you knew where this was going, it was typically just random meetups during your lunch breaks and sometimes before or after school.

As soon as fifth period was over, you went into your office, which shared a door with Mark's classroom office. He was already in there, leaning seductively against your desk, waiting for you. Without a word, you walked over to him, and locked your lips onto his. As he desperately kissed you, you went to work pulling off his jacket. Before you could finish unbuttoning his shirt, a knock sounded at your classroom door.

You sighed. "I should get that."

"No, maybe they'll go away." Mark continued to kiss you, but the knocker wasn't relenting.

"I'll be right back, just keep quiet." You fixed your outfit before walking out to open your door.

"Hey Y/N!" Marzia greeted you cheerily. "Why was your door locked?"

"Oh I don't know, the lock's been acting up." You fibbed. "So uh, what do you need?"

"Well, you know how Felix and I are getting married in a month."

"Yes, you must be very excited."

"I'd like for you to be one of my bridesmaids! If you wouldn't mind."

"Of course I'll be one of your bridesmaids! I'd be so honored!"

"Great! Thank you!" She beamed at you.

"No, thank you. I'd love to keep chatting, but I've got a bunch of essays to grade."

"Oh go ahead, I'll talk to you later!"

"Bye." You closed the door behind her, then returned to your office.

Mark was still there, shirt half-unbuttoned and hair messy. "Ooh, you're gonna be a bridesmaid. You know what that means?"

"What?"

"You'll be paired up with one of the groomsmen."

"And let me guess." You smiled, putting a hand on his chest. "You're a groomsman."

"You bet." He resumed kissing you.

Soon, winter was upon you and Marzia and Felix's wedding was getting closer and closer. You stood outside the staff apartment building with the others that were going. Felix and Marzia had gotten there a few days prior to help with setup, and now everyone else's flight was leaving today. Drumming your fingers, you smiled as a familiar form sauntered over to you. "Hello, Ms. Y/L/N."

"Hello, Mr. Fischbach." You nodded. "Quite cold, isn't it?"

"Well it is December. But perhaps it'll be warmer in Florida."

"I heard they have mild winters, yes."

The airport bus picked the group up, the driver loading your luggage in the back while the staff piled in. You were smushed in the back with Mark and an Algebra teacher. You raised an eyebrow at him as he put an arm around you. "Might as well get comfy, its nearly a two hour drive to the airport." He informed you.

At the airport, you had gotten to the gate with the others about fifteen minutes before you were to begin loading, so you bought a hot chocolate and McMuffin from the McDonald's in the airport. Sipping your drink, you pulled out your copy of Hamilton, the play/musical Drama Club had finally agreed on for their performance.

"What's that?" Mark leaned over to ask you.

"The play my drama kids are putting on. They've worked really hard on it."

"And I'm sure you have too. But this is winter break, so shouldn't you be yknow, taking a break from this stuff?"

"I suppose so." You put it back into your carry-on as the flight attendants called for you to board.

On the flight, you put your earbuds in and settled for listening to the soundtrack to Hamilton. Reclining back, you looked out the window and let your mind wander. What peace you had on the flight had dispersed as soon as you got to the hotel where the wedding was being held.

You were rushing every which way in order to make sure everything was perfect for Marzia. This was her big day. In your matching pastel pink bridesmaids dresses, you posed for pre-wedding photos with the other woman in the wedding party, including the bride.

"You are just stunning, Marzia." You complimented her.

"Thank you, you look very good as well."

Her mother burst in, announcing it was time to put the entire wedding party together. She went through and paired a bridesmaid up with a groomsman, and you found yourself linking your arm with Mark's. "You look really good, Y/N." He whispered as the couples in front of you began moving forward.

"And so do you, Mark."

As the pairs in front of you split at the aisle, the men forming a line behind Felix, and the women forming a line on the other side. You were nearly the last one there, the Maid of Honor getting in line in front of you, and the best man standing behind Felix. Finally, Marzia was the last one to enter. Her little cousin strew flowers in front of her, and her mother held her train. Felix audibly gasped, tearing up at how beautiful she looked.

Once she had made her way to the alter, she took his hand in hers. At the end of the ceremony, when they kissed, you could feel tears forming in your own eyes and clapped along with everyone else in the room.

At the after party outside, people made toasts on the stage, then Marzia stood up there, bouquet in hand. "So, I suppose you all know the tradition, whoever catches it is said to be married next."

Just to humor your friend, you stood and joined the throng of girls, standing at the back with your arms crossed. She turned round and threw it blindly behind her. It flew over everyone else's hands and came sailing towards you. You instinctively caught it so it wouldn't hit you in the face.

"Oh." Was all you could say, glancing over at Mark, who was saving your seat at a table.

"Ooh! Y/N!" Your friend giggled, stepping down from the stage.

"Jeez Marzia." You laughed, trying to give her back her bouquet. "Take it back!"

"Nope! It's yours now! You caught it!"

"Alright." You walked over to the buffet to get a plate of food before returning to your seat.

Neither you nor Mark mentioned what had just happened as the DJ began playing some music. "Come on, Y/N, let's dance!" Mark grabbed your hand and dragged you out of your chair to the dance floor.

You danced to the upbeat tunes, laughing and having an all-around good time with him. Then, the party tunes stopped, and the DJ spoke. "Now, a first dance for the happy couple, if everyone else would please clear the dance floor."

Mark led the way off the dance floor, giving the couple some space. They were in their bubble of happiness and didn't even seem to notice everyone watching them. Partway through the song, the DJ then invited the other couples to join the bride and groom.

To your delight, Mark stood and bowed, holding his hand out to you. "Can I have this dance."

"Yes." You allowed him to guide you to the outskirts.

You rested your head on his chest, fitting underneath his chin, and swayed with the beat. It was so nice, and it just felt right. "Mark?" You whispered, looking at how naturally your hand seemed to fit in his.

"Mhm?" He murmured, and you could feel his chest rumble.

"Where is this going?"

"What do you mean?"

"Me and you? What are we? Are we just fuck-buddies, or are we something more?"

"Do you want something more?"

"Maybe. I don't know."

You were horrified as he let go of you and took a step away from you. "I thought we both had the same idea. I guess not."

"What?" Tears brimmed in your eyes.

"I'm sorry Y/N." Mark walked away from you, shaking his head, leaving you crying and alone on the dance floor.