Aftermath of the fight

In the shade, under some sort of tent, Mark sat up on a table bench while Ali cleaned his blood and grazes up.

Seeing what went down, Ali was nice enough to help him get cleaned up. She had her first aid certificate and had enough witt to know what to do in this situation.

Mark sat a little upset with how everything had went down as his very attractive friend used a cloth to wipe up the blood from his eyebrow.

“You’re lucky this doesn’t need stitches, he really got you good,” she said, inspecting the gash.

With the black sleeved top she was wearing, Mark found it difficult resisting to peak at her cleavage that was at eye level.

“Yeah, hurts like a bitch,” he put bluntly.

“What even happened? Clearly this isn’t something that happens over a little argument,” she asked.

Knowing that it was probably going to get out now, Mark had no problem discussing what had happened with him and Cassidy. Going into detail, Mark admitted his guilt.

“Aw it’s alright, shit happens. Besides, the dude is a bit of a prick anyway. I’ve seen him flirt with a dozen girls while they dated,” she said, making him feel a little better about the whole situation.

“Thanks Ali and thanks again for cleaning me all up,” he said, finally cracking a smile.

Finishing everything up, Ali softly placed a bandaid over his eyebrow where the biggish cut was. He felt all tingly inside as she did so, pretty women was his weakness. “Alright! All good to go now,” she said beaming.

“Thanks! Hey, uhh have you got anything planned for the rest of the afternoon?” he said, hoping she would be happy to get away from this carnival with him.

“Aw Mark, I’m sorry, I promised to spend this afternoon with some other friends, having a few drinks and playing some of those games,” she explained.

“Oh no stress at all, that’s okay Ali,” he replied.

She felt bad that she was going to leave him after all of this but she had no other choice. They said their goodbyes and Mark tried to sneak out of the courtyard areas without bringing too much attention to himself.

On his exit out, he tried giving Winter a call. Just **** to find something to hang out with rather then spending this depressing beautiful day all alone after getting his ass handed to him.

Unfortunately she didn’t pick up. Even after multiple attempts across the afternoon, Winter was clearly unavailable today.

Looking at the time, Mark decided that he might as well hang around the area for another hour just so he could hear the results of the Hall tournament.

Sitting on his phone, in a quiet spot, just outside or the courtyards, Mark waited alone. It was the last thing he wanted after everything went down.

While sitting there, with the sun setting behind him, he was approached by Cassidy. He didn’t know where she had come from, whether she was somewhere with Matt talking things out or back in the carnival.

She walked to to him, stopping just meters away, “I’m sorry Mark,” she said.

“Sorry for what,” he replied, not particularly wanting to look away from his phone to be polite.

“Sorry that he reacted like that. Sorry that I had to tell him, I couldn’t stand being around Jess a minute longer and the guilt was eating me alive,” she explained.

He clicked the off button on his phone, sliding it into his pocket, “Jess was about to let us go, she told me on the Ferris wheel today.”

Cassidy looked surprised.

“She was going to keep the secret and I know she meant that,” Mark continued explaining, “Why didn’t you at least tell me first, I copped a public beating because you had to spring it on to him like that.”

“Mark, I said I’m sorry, there’s nothing more I can do,” she replied.

Looking down at the cuts and bruises that he had on his face, Cassidy now felt the guilt towards both boys. At this second, she was wishing she had never started anything with Matt, just to stop all of this from happening. She knew that feeling wouldn’t last long however, not with the amount of love she had for Matt.

“Well what did to he say to you anyway, was he just as pissed at you?” Mark asked her.

“I mean yeah I guess. I doubt he’ll ever want to get back with me,” she said, trying not to cry.

Mark looked at her eyes, they were already a little red and weary. He assumed that she had been crying not long ago, maybe while speaking to Matt.

“At least you have a dorm room that you can sleep in tonight. There’s no fucking way that I’m going to be allowed back in my room,” Mark said dejectedly.

“Is there anything I can do?” she asked as Mark got up from the bench.

He looked back at her, “Not really.”

He walked away, of course he didn’t want to be alone right now but he couldn’t hang out with Cassidy. It just wouldn’t feel right.

Mark remained by himself for the rest of the evening, he stood up at the back or the crowd behind the stage.

As the results were about to be read out, everyone listened in closely. The bragging rights were always great for the winning hall.

“This year’s winners of the Hall tournament is... EAST HALL.”

Majority of the crowd groaned, realising their hall had lost. Mark listened in though for the distinct cheering and applause from different areas of the crowd.

He wished he was a little more excited but with everything that had happened today, Mark couldn’t even crack a smile.

It was at least a nice moment to see Tiffany and Paul come up on stage and be congratulated for the East Hall victory. Tiffany had worked so hard all month for this so it was truly well deserved.

Once the crowd started to dispatch, Mark did too, not hanging around any longer, he left the area.