"You're friends were worried about you."
Mark pointed to the two girls standing at the side. They were also sending discrete glances at GHOST, but he could tell they were worried from the looks they were giving her. A huge blush formed on her face as she immediately realized that she had just passed out in front of GHOST. I'm such an idiot! How could I embarrass myself like that in front of him!?
"Can you stand?"
Mark reached out a hand for her to take and the girl stared at his hand like it was a piece of gold for a moment before hesitantly reaching out and grabbing hold of it. Mark pulled her to her feet easily and spoke kindly.
"I heard you guys talking about a student who shouted at a teacher earlier. Is that student Patrick Grey?"
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"Y-Yes, that's—"
"Yes, that's him! Do you want to see him?"
The blonde suddenly cut her friend off as she stepped closer to Mark. The brunette frowned as she was cut off, but the blonde didn't even seem to care as she looked up at Mark with stars in her eyes and a wide smile on her face. It was obvious that the blonde did not want to give her friends any chance to talk to Mark.
Mark just smiled down at her.
"Yeah, I want to surprise him, but I don't know where he is."
The blonde was shocked. That senior was friends with GHOST? This was the first time she was hearing something like that! Who would have thought someone as reclusive and antisocial as that senior would be friends with GHOST? But she didn't care too much about how the two of them became friends. She immediately reached out for Mark's hand and tried to pull him forward while talking.
"I-I can take you! He is not having classes now! He is in the lab with some other seniors working on an experiment! I can take you there if you want!"
The blonde was really enthusiastic and Mark could tell that she was trying her best to make up for passing out earlier. She must feel embarrassed about it, so she was trying to show her good side to him. Mark gently pulled his arm back from her grip and the blonde looked up at him sadly as she thought he was going to tell her no.
But Mark just smiled again.
"I'm not fond of strangers touching me. You can go ahead, I'll follow behind you."
The blonde blushed again as she realized how forward she had been just now. She nodded and started to guide him.
"O-Okay, follow me! It's not far!"
Ka-Cha!
The sound of the door opening and closing made everyone turn around and Pat immediately frowned as he noticed who it was that entered the room.
Mark grinned.
"Damn, that sounds fucking complicated, Pat."
"Holy shit, it's GHOST!"
"GHOST! What is GHOST doing here!? And he knows Patrick!?"
"GHOST! I love you!"
Patrick felt his eye twitch as he saw the students abandon the experiment as they turned to Mark. Seriously, what the fuck was that bastard doing here?
Mark walked past the graduate students that were trying to swarm him and he leaned on the table beside Pat.
"You don't look happy to see me."
"I'm not, you bastard. Can't you see I'm fucking busy?"
Mark put his hand on his chest in mock hurt.
"You wound me. And after I went out of my way to grab something to eat."
Patrick eyed the bag that Mark was carrying wearily before he sighed and finally decided to let the interruption go. He spoke up to the graduate students.
"Can you guys excuse us?"
One of the graduate students, a woman who looked to be at least ten years older than both Pat and Mark, immediately walked forward.
"Uh, what about the experiment? Are we not going to—"
"I told you all to get the fuck out."