#{thread:wren}

[hcneysweets]

[ @queenofhcpes​ ]

Things with Mark were going well, which was a big surprise to Wren to say the least. Things never went this well for this long for her and in a way, it was actually starting to scare her. It was hard to believe that for once, someone good had come into her life and was actually planning on staying. It was only a matter of time before he realized what a mess she was and decided that it was time to leave her behind.

She had been worrying that might end up being tonight. He texted her while she was at work saying he had a surprise for her and somehow her mind immediately assumed the worst. What kind of crazy person would surprise you with a break up like this? Maybe he had no idea how to break it to her and this was the first thing that came to mind rather than the ever so obvious *we need to talk*. Wren had to prepare for the worst so her entire shift and then the drive to their apartment building was this agonizing feeling of bracing herself for Mark to tell her it was over.

Once she reached their building, she couldn't wait. They lived right next to each other so rather than stopping off at her apartment first, she decided to just rip the bandaid off and knock on Mark's door. When he opened the door she played it cool, a smile on her face as she looked up at him–god he was so cute, she'd miss getting to see his face and know that he was all hers. "Well hi, neighbour. A little birdy told me you've got a surprise for me?"

[hcneysweets]

[ @queenofhcpes​ ]

Wren wouldn't say she was jealous. She was jealous but she would never say that she was. This happened every time Mark had brought another girl over, she could always hear them talking out in the hall or next door in his apartment. She was the one broke things off with him and yet she hated hearing another girl laughing at his jokes or flirting with him, it made her blood boil. She tried to drown them out with the sound of the tv and a bottle of wine but no matter how high she put the volume and how many glasses she drank, she could still hear the girls shrill giggles through the wall as if taunting her.

Once things got quiet was when she had to draw the line. God, they were probably in there making out, pulling off each other's clothes. Wren had to stop it before things went too far. Quickly, she jumped from her seat and left the apartment, closing the door behind her as gently as she could before walking over to Marks door and banging on it with her fist. "Mark! Mark, I know you're in there!" She screamed loudly not caring who could hear her at this point. “You think you can just knock me up and then never see your son again? You gave me chlamydia, the least you can do is go to one softball game! I guess lying about your life to women so that they’ll have sex with you is more important-” she didn’t get to finish her outlandish rant before a tall blonde swung open the door and started marching out the door, looking down rather than making eye contact as she fled. “That’s right honey, run! Stay away from this horrible, vile, disgusting man!” she called down the stairwell as the woman ran off.

There was a smug smirk on her face, a job well done if she did say so herself. Wren wondered which part really set her off and got her to start picking up her discarded clothes and jumping ship. Turning back around she saw Mark standing in the doorway and she looked him up and down. He really was gorgeous, if anything he should be thanking her because he could do a lot better than that one. “So...how was the date?”