Puppy Love

“What's the deal here, Mark? It seems like whenever I am partying, I always happen to run into you! Wait a second, I think I get what's going on here... Oh God...”
Crap. She knows. I've been found out. I was way too obvious in my pursuits.
Melissa brushed her hair to the side and pointed right in Mark's face.
“You're stalking me!”
Nope. She doesn't get it at all.
Mark had been at the same parties as Melissa the past couple of weeks, but it wasn't so he could get to know her. He had asked if she would be at these parties, this is true but he was more interested in who she was bringing along.
It started on 11am two weeks ago at the school library. Mark was studying for his Human Genetics quiz that Monday. As if that wasn't bad enough, he also had a double-shift at his job at two PM. He felt the same way Clark Kent must have felt when he was assigned the task of reporting on a bank robbery. He frantically tugged at the side of his crop-top of chocolate-brown hair, eyes vexed in frustration. When he opened them, he saw a woman with the flawlessness of an oil painting standing right before him.
“Are you okay?” She asked, eyes wide with concern.
“Oh yeah, I'm just... really stressed.” Sighed Mark.
She nodded as if she understood him perfectly but her eyes still portrayed a sense of confusion.
“I mean, I have to study for a test tomorrow and then I have to work a double at work tonight.”
“What I do when I'm stressed,” She began, interrupting his pity party, “Is take a deep breath and clear my mind of anything. Once you give your stressful thoughts some time to settle, you'll find that they aren't obstacles that you can not overcome but tasks that have been placed before you for a reason.” She smiled at him and patted him on the shoulder. “My mom taught me that. Good luck.” She said as she walked away. And if it wasn't for the lump in his throat, Mark would have asked for her name. All he knew was that she was friends with Melissa. And he tried to figure out her name or have a real conversation with her for the next two weeks.
“So, um... Melissa, is that one friend of yours you always bring with you to parties here?” Mark asked, only aware of how creepy this made him sound after the fact. He winced at what he just said.
“Oh her? Don't worry about her. I'm stag tonight, Mark.” She batted her eyes suggestively.
Mark sighed and continued on. “What's her name anyways? I mean not like I really wanna know... no biggie.”
Man, now I am trying waaay too hard to seem normal.
“You sure are curious about her, huh? You almost had me going there.”
“What?” Mark balked in confusion.
You don't have to pretend you aren't interested, Mark. I've seen the sideways glances, the awkwardly long stares... I've heard you raise your voice when I'm near you so I can hear what you're saying to whoever you're talking to.”
“Look, this isn't what you think it is” Mark backtracked. But it was no use, because as you might have guessed by now, Melissa had had one too many drinks tonight.”
“Kiss me, Mark.” She leaned in to kiss Mark just like film actresses do, lacking only their poetic movement, grace and charm.
“I LIKE YOUR FRIEND!” Mark shouted.
Melissa stopped, eyes still closed. She was processing what she had just heard.
“I'm sorry... I've been coming to the same parties as you so I could get to know that girl you always hang out with.”
“That girl I always hang out with...” Melissa began, opening her eyes. “Is my little sister. And she's 16.”
“What?! What is she doing at this school?”
“SHE WAS VISITING LAST WEEK, YOU IDIOT!”
“Oh... that... that makes sense. So, what's her name anyways? Just wondering...”
Melissa let out a muffled and frustrated noise and stormed off, leaving Mark to stew in his own shame.