Marcus was dying.
At least that's what I thought, until he cracked a smile at me.
Phew! He's fine.
"Sarah babe, you look so sexy. I wanna strip you right there and grab a piece of that ass," rasped out Marcus climbing shakily to his feet.
Uh-oh.
What sort of syndrome is this? The turn-the-gay-guy-into-a-rapist syndrome?
Thinking about it, it'd be pretty cool if Troye Sivan got that, eh, don't mind getting willingly raped by him.
Did I just think that?
Gross. No. Shut up perverted mind.
And then Troye would wink at me saying dirty things. Ka-boom. Why is Tyler Oakley here?
Oh no! He's stealing my Troye away, that too right after his change like Marcus.
Marcus, shoot,
Marcus!
Feeling like a trapped animal I tried to pass it off as a joke though I knew it was otherwise.
"Haha Marcus, you're kidding, right?"
"Baby, if your...... PICK UP LINE," said Marcus advancing towards me.
Whistling the Hunger Games theme song under my breath I began to casually walk away, opposite the direction of the Hermpes manor.
"I knew you'd come!"
And here's my second problem; Mark Hermpes the Great.
Looking at both sides I went to the safer side, where Hermpes was standing.
"Yo Mark, of course I'd come. I mean it's not everyday I get an invite to your party right?" I asked with fake confidence, "a party no ones even heard of."
Mark gave me a lazy grin and replied, "well the real party's tomorrow, but I can't invite you to that now, can I? So, I decided that we could take it a whole lot of notches higher if it was a two-people party"
Yup. He wanted sex. Time to get out.
"How fun!" I gave him a tipsy smile that looked like it meant something and then said, "party with Marcus! He came all the way here for you" and ran away with full speed towards Marcus' car.
Mark began to run behind me, but was suddenly pulled down to the ground my none other than Marcus.
Ah, gotta love him.
Though he did try to rape me before.
Anyway it's not like he was a model friend to me. So eh, some friend I am.
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Indescribable [completed]
HumorAliens? Other dimensions? Donuts? I blame Jake for all this. That idiot, messing my boring highschool life (which was sorta promising) and turning it into THIS! I'm Sarah Knox and I have a story to tell.