Busting through Mark's door, I ignored his yelp and went to grip on his shoulder. Mark looked at me, confused before he blushed suddenly and looked away surprising the fuck out of me. Now that just confirmed it.

Testing my luck, I met his lips with mine, glad he gasped and I easily slipped my tongue in his mouth. He tasted good, like chocolate and my eyes closed in bliss at the chance to kiss him again.

I pulled away from him and took a step back, just in case he got mad again. He wasn't and his face was beet red. Mark covered his lips with the back of his hand and he stared at me, bewildered.

"W-why did you-"

"You're gay, aren't you?"

Mark's eyes widened and that confirmed everything that ran through my head as I ran up the stairs. If Mark was gay, then the reason why he always bickered with Tom was because... The boy's eyes watered but I didn't dare fall for it. I was not going to fall for his 'I'm a sad boy' face. Mark lied to me...not really lying but he held back important information from him.

"How long Mark?" I scowled at him, letting him know he wasn't going to avoid this conversation and he sniffed.

Running a hand over his head, he gave me a defeated look as he sank to the floor, sagging his shoulders. "Since I could remember," he replied, not meeting me eyes.

Even after I figured it out, I still couldn't believe it. My Mark? Was gay?

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" I asked sadly. I wasn't mad anymore, just unhappy he never told me. Was it hard? Was it really?

Mark wiped his eyes but still didn't look at me. "It wasn't like I didn't try. It's my fault for keeping my mother's words at heart. It's hard to let it go when I know I haven't changed from when I was with her. We fought, we argued, she knew. She knew I was gay and she made me pay for it. With words and her actions, but we both know she was better with words when it came to me.

I joined him on the floor in front of him so at least it would be easier for him to look at me. He gave a miserable sigh then surprised me when a sad smile appeared on his face. "I don't hate other gay people. More like I don't really care what they do with their life but I hate myself for being gay. I cannot come out because of that. Back then when you kissed me, all I could see when I closed my eyes was my mother's face laughing at me, her sick words making me want to vomit. I should have known it was you I was hitting back then, I shouldn't have done such a terrible thing to you and it was all because I was scared and her words kept reminding me of my time with her."

"So Tom?" I asked because if my guess was correct, I was going to feel really bad.

Mark nodded then finally met my eyes and my heart shrank. "I liked Tom. That was why I was so pissed about him being with Yale. I didn't want to hit Yale back then because I knew the guilt would kill me. God, I'm such a terrible friend."

I was right. Mark liked Tom, that was why Yale's presence around him irritated him.

Sighing, I rubbed the nape of my neck before I said, "That's a lot of shit you kept from me Mark. If your sister didn't tell me you didn't hate gays, I would never had known. I would never have known the real you. The you who is scared to find love." I crawled closer to him and placed a hand on his lap then added, "Because I'm jealous and petty, I'm going to say this: You never had a chance with Tom. He would have just awkwardly turned you down."

Mark chuckled. "I know. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. It isn't something I planned on telling anyone."

I smiled and reach for his hands on his lap. I brought it to my lips and left a kiss on it before saying, "I guess I'll have to take it slow then."

"You are talking like I said yes to you."

"You are talking like I'm giving you a choice." I countered and he pouted. "But relax, I'm not gonna do anything to you except you want me to. Right now, we'll try to get you to love yourself before I confess to you again. Once you don't feel any hate to yourself, we can start talking about us."

Mark stared at his hand I held and said, "You're gonna wait a while."

"At least try for me, Mark." I tilted his head up so I could meet his eyes. "Would you give it a try?"

Mark looked hesitant and I pressed my forehead to his, not looking away from those green eyes of his. The boy bit his lower lip then agreed before shocking me when he placed a chaste kiss on my lips. I was going to cherish it.

"What was that for?" I demanded but he only answered with a hug, humming to himself.

Not able to resist, I wrapped my arms around him and my heart swelled when he nuzzled my neck. Ah damn, I really couldn't wait for him.

After everything I learnt from Mark and Marcie, it took me two days before I was finally up to speed with the whole BDSM thing. Not that it was going to be the basis of our relationship, but I wanted to see if he was in to that kind of stuff. I had searched on a list of things to know if you are into that life style and I've already crossed out a lot of them. Mark hates nicknames except it's to tease. He's a bit kinky -his last girlfriend confirmed that. He hated the Fifty Shades of Grey Movie -he didn't even give the book a chance since he hated reading.

There were a lot more but there were some I had no answers to. Like if he liked to stay on top, if he like cyber-sex or if the acronym BDSM even meant a word to him?

I had taken the test last night from some crap site and it came out that I was a dominant. I would declare myself more of a switch because if a girl I liked wanted to have control, I may let her have it. Keyword, 'may'.

"So Mark, are you busy after school today?" I asked coolly as I scrolled through the questions I wanted to ask him on my phone.

He shrugged. "If I were busy, it's probably because I was hanging out with you."

"Oh yeah. Well, I'm coming over."

After our apology with Tom had gone around, Mark and I were finally able to sit in our usual lunch table. The whole gang were there. Ciara all over Yale, Zac and Tom talking about shit I didn't want to listen to, and Vivian and Prim walking over to our table.

Vivian sat beside me and I quickly tried to hide my phone because I remembered vividly how much of a pest she was. She gave me a look and I smiled innocently, brushing a few strands of her long brown hair behind her ear. Blushing lightly, she shrugged my hand off and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Nothing much. My old table was lame. How are you? Haven't heard from you in a while."

She started to speak but Prim interrupted, "That's because we stopped being friends."

"Ah yeah I remember." I turned to smirk at her. "But hey missy, I never said anything to you. Why the fuck are you talking to me?"

"Ian, cool it." Mark frowned and I gave him a confused look.

Why was he telling me to cool it? Prim and I normally got along like that.

Rolling my eyes when he just went back to eating, I turned back to Vivian to see her glancing at my phone. Instantly, I sat up and tried to grab it but she moved it out of my reach but kept scrolling down the page. Ah fuck, she was going to tease me forever with this.

"Wow Ian, you've been busy." She chuckled at something she saw then finally gave me my phone back.

Placing it in my hand, she closed my fingers around it and I gapped at her amused face. She wanted to laugh. She wanted to laugh so bad.

"It's not funny." I told her.

"What's not funny?" Prim asked and if Vivian hadn't answered her, I would snapped at her goth-like self.

"Oh it's nothing. Right Ian? It's nothing, right?"

Gripping my phone, I quickly slipped it into my pocket then took in a deep breath to calm myself.

I gave Prim a smile. "It's nothing Prim. Go back to eating like a good girl."

"Wow vivian, he's being nice to me." Prim made a face at me then grinned at Vivian, "I want to know what's going on?"

Vivian feigned a sad face then reached for her friend's hand across the table. "My dear Prim, this isn't something I can tell you, but if Ian does spill the girl he's doing it for, then I will tell you."

Prim grinned happily then went back to eating while texting. Such a multitasker.

The girl beside me hummed then moved her seat closer to me. "Are you going to tell me the girl?" she whispered and even though I was about ready to spill my gut to her, Mark was just beside me.

"After lunch," I murmured and she beamed, throwing an arm around me.

"Aww. Even after ignoring you for so long, you still want to tell me things. Damn, you are just making me feel guilty."

"Even when you ignored me, Viv, I still considered you my friend. I was the one who did the wrong." I admitted and she grinned wider before pulling on my cheeks.

"You are the cutest Ian, have I ever told you?" She pulled me closer then ruffled my hair. "And I surly did miss your hair."

"Ew, reunion sucks." Mark stuck his tongue at Vivian and she puffed out her cheeks like she always did when Mark teased her. I had to laugh at how ridiculous she looked.

Man, I did miss my friends.

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