Mark's POV

"But wouldn't it be a run-on sentence?" Y/n asks, staring down at the paper on the desk.

"Not necessarily," I point at the paper in front of her. "just add a comma there and it will be two complete sentences put together but the comma separates it so its not a run-on." I explain.

"But-" She stops herself, thinking about what I just said.

"A run-on sentence is a grammatically faulty sentence in which two or more main or independent clauses are joined without a word to connect them or a punctuation mark to separate them." I say.

She looks at me in the chair next to her with a raised eyebrow. She soon shook her head with a slight laugh, adding a comma where I pointed to.

"Whats so funny?" I ask, a small smile playing at my lips. I try to prevent it from showing but it won the battle and fully shined as I heard what was funny to her.

"You're too smart for your own good." She smiles.

"Well you're too bad for your own good." I speak, the smile still showing brightly.

"Okay," She nods. "I know that." She folds her arms and leans back in the chair.

"Then why do you continue to act the way you do?" I ask. "I mean, right now you're acting very different from what you'd be like at school."

"I don't know," She shrugs. "I guess, I just like the feeling of pissing people off and knowing that some people are even scared of me." She chuckles.

"Thats all?" I raise a brow.

"I guess," She shrugs.

She studies my face in silence. Her eyes slowly squint as she stares at me. A small, awkward laugh escapes me as I don't know what to do or say in this situation. Her head slightly tilts as she speaks.

"What would you look like without your glasses?"

"Weird." I answer.

"Awe, c'mon," Her smile returns. "it can't look that bad!"

"No, it is an odd sight."

She reaches over and pulls my glasses off. I could have done something to keep them on but I didn't want to get finger prints on the lenses.(thats a serious struggle people! People with glasses will get me!) She sets them on to of the papers we were writing on and sent a smile in my direction.

"You look good!" She compliments.

"No, I-" I begin, reaching for my glasses only for them to be pulled out of my reach by Y/n.

"You look fine." She looks into my eyes with a small smile. My eyes meet hers and neither of us look away.

"I'm not giving them back until you know you look fine."

"Why does it matter what I know and don't know?" I fold my arms, leaning back in my chair.

"It matters because I don't want you thinking you look bad." She speaks seriously.

"So you can be a nice person," I nod. "besides, what I think about myself doesn't really pertain to what actually matters in life." I shrug.

This side of Y/n, showing she cares, is actually kind of nice. I thought today was going to be full of bickering and work but we've barely even worked. We keep getting off track and talking about things that have nothing to do with the project. I most certainly did not expect this. But I enjoy it.

"It actually has a big part in life," Y/n says. "your self confidence shows just by the way you walk. It can actually change the way you see others."

(Okay, I'm not sure if thats true but thats how it is for me sooo...)

"How can it do that?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"People who are trying to be friends with you, you'll think they just want to get close to you to make fun of you behind your back," Y/n speaks. "'They don't want to be friends with me, it was probably a dare to hang out with me' or 'They hate me, why are they still here?' Those are thoughts you could get daily from low self esteem."

It kind of makes me sad the way she talks about this. It makes me think she goes through this. Could this be why she pushes people away? The look on her face doesn't help either. She has this sad look but she's trying to cover it with a serious face. I want to hug her, but I'm afraid it will be unprofessional or she'll snap my neck or something.

"And I do not want you to think like that." Her voice shakes. Her eyes widen as she stares straight ahead. "What happened with my voice there?" She covers her sad look with a small laugh.

I look at her with a sorry look. I felt bad. Theres still a sad and regretful look in her eyes. She can't cover whats in her eyes with a laugh. My attention stays on Y/n and she nervously plays with the hem of her shirt. A small knock was heard at my open door, gaining both Y/n and mine's attention.

"I just thought you might need a little something to drink." Mom says with two cups in hand, full of water.

"Thanks," Y/n smiles, taking a glass from her hand. I grab the other, setting it on the desk.

"Y/n, you're welcome to stay for dinner if you want, it will be done soon." Mom offers.

"No, I don't want to be a burden or any-" Y/n begins.

"You wont be a burden," I interrupt. "you should stay. After all, it gives us more time to work on what we haven't been doing." I motion towards the papers with my glasses sitting on top.

Y/n's sight moves from me to my mom, who nods her head in agreement. Y/n sighs, running a hand through her hair.

"Sure," She smiles. "Anything to get away from my family."

Slight worry waves over me. Is something happening at home or does she just want to get away from them? Sometimes I go to Tyler's just to get away from my mom, is it like that? Or is something actually happening? Maybe Tyler is right, I'm thinking way too into this.

Mom nodded, happily clapping to herself and heading out the door. On reflex, she shuts the door but soon opens it again.

"Doors' are open," She laughs to herself. "I can't even remember that!"

Y/n laughs slightly as mom turns around to make her way back upstairs. She takes a small sip of her drink but soon turns to me with, what looks like, a false smile.

"Okay, time to focus," Y/n grabs the pencil. "and for real this time!" She laughs.

"Thats what you said last time!" I roll my eyes, laughing.