The Art of Falling

"We can just call it destiny"

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At first he was just a freshman my brother had forced to look out for me in freshman year. He had been a lanky, quiet and reserved boy, desperate to stay on the good side of the much bigger Juniors. My brother Demetrius seemed to trust him, so in turn I also trusted him, and he became my first friend in high school.

I was scared at first that he'd be fake and not really care about me, because Deme (pronounced Demi; short for Demetrius) had forced it all on him after all. I chose then to ignore the fact that my brother may have potentially been a bully, choosing to be grateful for the company.

I later found that Marcus Adams was an incredibly cheerful, friendly, sweet, and soft-hearted boy. "We can just call it destiny. Um... I mean, y-your brother could have chosen anyone of the other freshmen guys, I-I mean, he, he, he could also just have chosen a girl as well. I mean... You know what I mean... We can...actually be...friends... right?" He had sputtered these words out after a week of awkward silence. At the time, it was the most I'd ever heard him speak, in his then still squeaky voice. A week after that we were able to adjust and had become so close, I'd completely forgot the  reserved and shy teen I'd first met.

Soon he became less reserved, even with those around us. At first this made me feel threatened, but our friendship just became stronger with the years. I also made a few other friends of my own combined with my brother's friends, and Marcus had his team mates, my brother and his friends and later on... his fan girls.

Marcus had been a late bloomer, but when it was finally his season to bloom, boy was he a beautiful flower indeed. (Chuckle) 'He doesn't like it when I describe him like that' His then cute baby face, gave way to a more defined jawline and his baby blues became more piercing.
Because of my brothers influence, he ended up in the soccer team, where he has been thriving enough to earn him a fan-base.

And that my friends is how a boy turned into a man over night. Broad shoulders, defined chest and abs, I couldn't help but notice these in the summer of sophomore year.

—And today he stood, a glare in his blue eyes, directed at the Rivers boy, and the hand he had yet to drop from the small of my back. "What's going on here." He says with his now deepened voice. I step away from the dark haired boy beside me before he can say anything back. "Hey Marc." I say as I walk towards him.

Before I can reach him, he pulls me my by wrist, securing a protective arm around my shoulders. "We still going to McDonald's after school?" He asks. "Yeah, but Amanda, said she's got some tutoring so she'll meet us at yours later." I answer, momentarily forgetting the dark haired boy in front of us. The boy in mention clears his throat loudly making Marcus's eyes harden ounce more.

"What do you want Aiden." Marcus utters gruffly, clearly displeased. "Well, me and Elaine were just on our way to have some lunch." The boy who's name I now knew to be Aiden, said back with an evidently forced smile and irate tone. "Really now, says who." Marcus says chuckling smugly in Aidens direction. "Hey, hey, hey. Easy boys."  I give a nervous chuckle of my own. Their eyes move from each other to me. I'm now stood in between the two bulky and tallboys, a failed attempt to act the mediator.

"Let's go El" Marcus says as he begins dragging me away. Aiden makes to grab my hand before we can get far.
"I know how brainless yoll football fuckin players can get from all the blows to the head, but I hope I'm imagining your fuckin hand on her's!" Marcus growls out.

I think I forgot to mention that before my brother left, he made sure to personally train his successor in being unnecessarily overprotective. "You better not be picking a fight Adams." Aiden growls, now equally ready to pounce on Marcus.