Pleasing

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JENNIFER POV

  I quickly pack up my stuff when I get a text that Marcel is outside.

Pine tree 🌲: I'm outside.

My hands fill my bag quickly, and I soon walk out of class. I almost trip over my shoelace, seeing it's loose, but whatever. I don't want to make him wait.

I slowly yet quickly walk down the long stairs.

"Jen!" I hear behind me, and I see Zachery and one of his friends.

"Hey," I say, turning around.

He's out of breath and sighs. "I need to work out more," he lets out, and I smile softly.

"G-give this to uh... Michelle." He sighs and slaps me a paper of notes.

"O-oh, alright! I'll see her tomorrow morning anyway." I nod.

"Do you have the literature arts project notepad?" he asks, and I nod, slipping my bag off.

"Dang, you guys just switch notes and that's it?" his friend asks, and I laugh, nodding.

I slip my folder out, handing him the information. "It was pretty easy," I shrug.

He nods and says thanks.

I take out my other folder and slide the notes for Michelle in it, then say goodbye to them. I hold my folder and turn around, seeing a tired Marcel.

Two girls were talking to him.

I hate interrupting people. It's not very nice, but I can't just stand here or it's weird. I slowly walk after shoving my folder in the bag.

He rubs his temples, and I frown. Are they being mean?

I almost trip over my shoelace again, but I save myself.

Yes! Go Jennifer! I'm my own hero.

Me and Marcel make eye contact, and he quickly walks away from the car and the girls. My eyebrows furrow, and I continue walking slowly.

"Hii, than—"

He quickly wraps his arms around my waist and dips his head into the crook of my neck. I smile and stand on my tiptoes, hugging him back.

"Pine tree hugs!" I giggle.

He doesn't respond but stays like that.

"O-okay, Marcel... people are staring," I whisper, and he sighs.

I get goosebumps feeling the same hands squeeze my waist while keeping a tight grip on me. He pulls away and looks down at my shoes.

"I—oh, I was about to tie—"

He slowly bends down, lifting my foot onto his knee.

"Mar—"

"Shut up," he groans before holding my calf for a second. He starts tying it, and I hide my face with my hands as I feel people stare.

Soon he gets up and wraps his arm around my waist.

"Who were those girls?" I ask, curious.

"Poubelle," he mumbles before letting me into the red car. (Trash.)

"I—oh! It matches my outfit! L-look!" I smile, pointing to my skirt.

He scans it and nods slowly before running his hand through my curls with a weird expression. He puts his hand on my back, signaling me to get in.

"So what are we doing? I mean, I don't mind doing nothing. B-but it's a nice day— o-oh, I've always wanted to go to this park nearby," I gasp, looking out the window. "Or we could watch a movie again! But like actually watch it." I giggle from last time.