monday
it's been about 4 days since THE event happened. i can't stop thinking about it. i got a text from marv asking if i wanted to do something on the weekend but i just said i had to help my mum with something. no questions were asked.
seriously though.. i'm questioning everything. everything meaning my sexuality. again. it's like year 8 all over again. the way his warm hands wrapped around my- shit. the bell went for end of lunch. i'll continue writing after school. i have a lesson with marv. wish me luck.
i'm back. why is marv wherever i am? we had geography, and i was sitting at the back drawing on my hands. the teacher asked out of nowhere if marv can sit next to me in case he needs help. obviously i couldn't say no, so i just nodded and looked down. i didn't even want to see him. he hasn't addressed the situation once. why does he have to make me so nervous??? he sat down next to me and the teacher continues rambling on about something. he looked at me and rested his head on his hand, smiling. 'what are you thinking about?' he whispered. i couldn't say i was thinking about him, so i just shook my head. 'none of your buisness.' 'ouch, that was cold. mean to me even after everything last we-' i elbowed him and blushed. i lowered my head even further down, but immediately the teacher shouted to the back 'HEAD UP CHARLIE! don't want you missing out.' so embarrassing for what? marv didn't stop staring at me. 'so.. how was last week? did you enjoy it?' he smirked. he snatched the biro i was drawing with out my hand and put it underneath the desk, dragging it over my.. you know. holy shit. he is not trying anything whilst we're in class. i quickly raised my hand and stood up. i asked to go to the medical room, said i felt sick. this should get me away from him, right? no. 'sure, marv can show you the way, since your quite new,' the teacher replied. i swear to god. marv grinned. 'let's go then,' he said, proudly. i slowly stood up and sighed. why can't i every have something i want man. we left the classroom and without saying a word, we slowly walked to the medical room. we got there and it was empty. 'feeling sick huh? i couldn't tell.' marv grinned. he knew how to annoy me. 'you don't know me.' i grunted. i sat on the infirmary bed and lay down, attempting to ignore marv who was just standing there, staring at me. he stopped smiling and sat down. he looked serious. what does he want now? honestly. maybe he's gonna do something dirty to me again.. like touch my dick. i kind of want that. wait no i don't lol. lol.. he sat next to me on the bed. i feel kinda nervous he looks serious. 'charlie.' why so serious???... 'yes?..'
'your charlie sonner. right? from when we were little?'
shit.
