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FATE SINCLAIR "i see the way you look at me. you want me, so much that i'm all you think of."
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i pull my bra strap up, looking face to face in the mirror, patting my concealer back in. "so.." marcus paused. "do you like me?—what are we?" he stared, while leaning against the bed frame, shirtless.
"i mean it was fun." i say, turning my head around.
"fun?" he gave me a blank expression.
"mhm, besides this is like a weekly thing for you, nothing special." i muttered.
marcus baker one of the most narcissistic stereotypical jock to ever exist, i'd say. he kept his guard up and wasn't welling to hear shit for anyone or anything. yes, the biggest jerk, liar, and cheater at lakeside but not to me; other girls...many other girls. and i wanted to do the same.
it didn't matter it's not like we were dating.
he paused. "weekly thing?" he glared over with anger.
i sighed softly. "see you around school." i placed my bag over my shoulders.
"you're a real bitch, fate." he gets off from the bed, he leans his arm against his desk as his muscles flexed more. "you know that?"
i raised both my eyebrows, crossing my arm. "you're one to say."
he runs his hand through his brown hair, his face was filled with more aggression. "get the fuck out out." he says firmly, putting his white tee shirt back on.
marcus house was far from mines, so i had to take the train to get to the other side.
i made my way to the the train stop, i waited. walking around in circles while my earbuds burst loud throwback music in my ears. watching others wait for the train as well.
i see a teenage boy around my age standing impatiently; with flowers in his hand. he walked in circles, faster than me. with his shoes tapping on the concrete as if he was in a rush.
"are you okay?" i take out one of my earbuds to hear him, noticing how angered he looked.
"fuck—forget it." he mumbled. he aggressively hands the flowers to me, i hold it with both hands, confusingly still staring back at him.
i paused, then looked down at the red roses. "oh uh— were you expecting someone to be here?" i gave an odd look.
"yeah, if that wasn't hard to tell. you know—it's girls like you." he says with his raspy voice, tilting his neck.
"girls—like me?"
"i didn't stutter, did i?" he clinched his jaw. he quickly jumps on the train and picks up his skateboard, in a blink of an eye; i stood there in complete shock still on the platform.
