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Y/N POV
With my luck, there was Marcus, sitting on the floor smoking a blunt.
"Fuck." I groan.
Now he's seen me cry.
I tried to turn around as fast as I could.
"Hey." He says.
"Hello."
"Why are you crying?" He asks.
I crossed my arms over my chest and slid down the wall next to him, so I could sit down.
"I got into a little argument with my favorite sibling, Virginia Miller. Don't tell anyone you saw me cry."
"If it was just an argument why'd you cry?" He asked.
"Shit with our parents. That's all." I answered
"Wanna talk to me about it?"
"No."
"Why not? I could be a great confidant."
"I'll regret it." I say bluntly.
I snatched the blunt out of his hands, brought it to my lips, inhaled, and puffed it out.
"Seriously?"
"That's for leaving me yesterday, you asshole."
"Oh, I'm sorry about that." He apologized.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I brushed it off already. Just don't do it again or I'll kick your ass." I chuckled while handing the blunt back to him.
"Why would you regret opening up to me?" He questioned in a hurt tone.
"Every single time I open up to someone, they leave. It's pretty shitty." I admit.
"I won't do that." He says.
"My dad has always shown Ginny more attention. Sometimes he acts like he doesn't even love me. I crave that attention from my dad, I wish he'd love me like he loves Ginny. He's never around, he's always traveling. When he is around, he's always trying to get back with my mom or spending more time with Ginny." I ranted
"Sounds like daddy issues." Marcus chuckles.
"Yeah. What's your fucked up story?" I asked.
"Huh?"
"An eye for an eye. Everyone has a fucked up story."
"My, uh, best friend died last year. He, uh, he got cancer." He says with tears forming in his eyes.
"I'm so sorry." I say sympathetically.
"It's fine."
He re-lit the blunt and we passed it back and forth in silence, not an awkward one, but a good one. Next thing I know, he grabbed my chin and kissed me. I was confused at first, but then I kissed back. We pulled away.
"Shit." He mumbled.
Fuck me, he regrets it.
"You regret it?" I groaned as I attempted to stand up and walk out.
"No, I don't regret it," He grabbed my wrist, "come here." He patted his lap.
Okay then.
I did as he said because why not? Our lips connected once again. I liked it. His left hand rested on my throat, the other one on my right thigh. Our tongues fought for dominance, which he won. We were cut off by someone clearing their throat. I pulled away and saw Ginny standing there with one side of her hair, brushed out?
"Screw me." I say while getting up, Marcus getting up with me.
"Come on, Y/N?! Marcus?!" She yelled at me.
"Ginny, just shut the fuck up!" I yelled back while walking out, dragging Marcus behind me and not caring that my sister just watched me make out with Marcus.
"Sorry, I'm dragging you. I'm so fucking tired." I choked out and let go of his hand.
"It's alright."
He pulled me into a hug? I hugged back.
"Who knew Marcus Baker could be sympathetic?" I mumbled into his chest.
"Don't get used to it." He chuckled.
"Don't get used to me crying." I say.
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Marcus and I walked out of the school with his arm around me. I saw Ginny talking to Hunter and all of their friends looking excited. Marcus and I kept walking.
"Y/N, Ginny, Max, let's go!" My mom motions us to leave.
Marcus' arm was still wrapped around me as we were walking.
God, what the fuck am I doing?
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School on Monday was pretty boring, besides lunch because the group always makes it fun. I haven't really talked to Marcus since Sunday morning. Ginny and I still aren't talking, but I heard her and Hunter are official now. I don't understand why she'd be mad at me for making out with Marcus.
