marcus Lopez one shots

trouble in paradise

Great. Detention with the dumbest bitch in Kings Dominion. Of course he just had to get us in trouble.

-earlier that day-

"Hey, loser." Marcus whispered to me, I was sitting behind him and his head was turned halfway, so he could partially see my face.

I ignored him, I wasn't gonna let him get to me. I knew better than to let him get on my nerves like that, I wasn't gonna start anything. Especially in the middle of class. I wasn't stupid.

I kept my eyes forward, pretending I didnt hear him.

He whispered to me again, "Hey, y/n, i know you can hear me."

I got slightly annoyed and whispered harshly at him, "What the fuck do you want?"

He chuckled under his breath and whispered back, "fiesty, huh?"

"What do you want." I said a tad bit louder, my jaw clenched and my eyes still looking at the chalkboard.

"What's up your ass today?" He said, subtly rolling his eyes.

Alright now I was annoyed. "Just tell me what you want you fuckhead." My voice barely a whisper.

Thats when the teacher called out,
"Y/l/n, who are you talking to, and why dont you share it with the class if it's so important?"

"I wasn't talking, sir." Big lie.

(Why are you lying- you're making this harder on yourself dumbass)

"Yes you were, who were you talking too?" He said

That's when Marcus spoke up, "S-she was talking to me, sir."

"What for, Arguello"

"I was gonna ask her what she was doing tonight-" but he was shortly cut off

"You can ask her out later, Arguello. Both of you." He said

I opened my mouth to speak but quickly shut it, because frankly, I had nothing to say. Why was Marcus gonna ask what i was doing tonight?

I zoned out until i heard these unholy words, "-Detention for the both of you two."

I sighed and nodded, its not like I had anything planned anyway.

-right now-

Marcus came into the room and sat next to me, I could smell his cologne. It was intoxicating and almost addicting.

I didn't look at him, i just kept reading my book. But i could feel his gaze on me, burning into my neck. Oh how beautiful those eyes were...whatever. If you ignore him, he'll eventually stop.

But i could still feel his eyes on me, i looked at him confused, "what?"

"Nothing you're just pretty." He said

Im even more confused

"What?" I said

"You heard me." He said, not looking at me anymore

I stand up and walk over to his desk, standing in front of him. Slightly looking down and i put my thumb under his chin so he was looking at me, "Say it again."

"You're hot." He said with a smirk tugging at his lips

I smashed my lips onto his, not even thinking about what the hell i was doing.

As i continued absolutely just making out with him, I realized that i didn't hate him. It was just sexual tension that we denied.

He kissed back even more passionately than I did, I loved it.

After a couple minutes I pulled away, my lips bruised, "Marcus- I think I like you"

"Thanks love." And with that he smashed his lips into mine again, biting down on my lip softly and tugging on it.

He slightly pulled away and whispered, "I think I like you too."