Rachel's POV

"But why do you care so much about what Rachel fucking thinks of you?"

"Mark don't know why you would ask that..." I said nervously, looking down at the table.

"The food is getting cold, that's if it's not already. Why don't we just eat?" I said instead picking up the spoon and fork from the table.

I was avoiding Mark's question, and from the look, he was giving me now, though I couldn't see it, I could feel it; it was obvious.

"Your best friend is also supposed to understand your feelings as well; you're not the only one that ought to consider hers, and I'm very...