5. God Damn It
"What the hell Mark?!?!?!" She yelled. "Is that- Is that Jack? What the hell are you two doing!?!?!?!?!?!?"
"Amy!" Mark called as he scrambled off of Jack. "It's not what it looks like."
"Really? Are you sure about that? Because it looks like my boyfriend is a cheating douche bag!" Amy yelled.
"Amy, really, it's not like that at all. I was just going to get my stuff and Mark tripped. Signe and I broke up and I needed a place to stay for a day or two so I could get my shit together. I couldn't think of anywhere else to go so I came here." Jack explained.
"Yeah, okay, sure because I've seen so much of that whole breaking up stuff on your social media. Also, I don't know if you noticed but Signe and I are pretty good friends. She would've told me if you broke up. I can't believe you two." Amy huffed as she backed out of the house. "Have a nice life Markiliar!" She called behind her as she gathered her bags back up and went back to her car, tears running down her enraged face. Mark ran out after her.
"Amy, plea-" He was cut off by her.
"I don't want to hear it Mark. I just can't believe you right now. I saw how you were looking into each other's eyes. Now go enjoy life with your new boyfriend." Amy snapped as she closed her bags into her car and got into the car, driving away as fast as she could.
"Well shit." Mark muttered as he watched Amy drive away. He turned to go back into the house but stopped when he saw Jack tugging his suitcase out the door behind him. "Jack! Come on, stop being stupid. You really don't have to go."
"Yeh, Mark, I do. I just broke up the only good relationship you've been in and I've fucked up our friendship. I'd say that makes me a pretty crappy friend that shouldn't be rewarded by staying with the person I trust most." Jack huffed out. "I'll be fine, just... Just leave me be." Jack finished as a tear rolled down his face. He finished pulling his suitcase out the door and began walking towards the road to find a taxi or bus. Mark watched him walk off with a look of sadness on his face.
"Why do I mess up everything I touch?" Mark asked himself quietly as he collapsed on his driveway in tears.