Delinquent (Marshall Lee x Reader)

The Beginning

I tried to get a peek over the heads of the chanting teens and managed to get a glance at the fight going on in the hallway, something not very unexpected in my suburban public school. I'm not usually one to give in to the popular drama at school but I had to take intrest in this because the fight was unfortunately blocking me from getting to my locker.

I immediately recognized one of the figures in the center of the commotion--it was the jock nicknamed Flame Prince or FP for short who was known to have anger issues. But then my breath caught. There was a boy who I'd never seen before grinning manically while effortlessly dodging a few blows.

"You asshole newbie punk thinking you own the place after being here for one fucking day," FP growled at him "I'm gonna make you regret ever setting foot in this school."

The boy laughed in reply. Then he got punched in the stomach.

I quickly realized who the boy was, considering how much gossip I've heard about him earlier today. His name was Marshall Lee and he'd apparently just transferred here from a different school in town. All day, the girls wouldn't shut up about how gorgeous he was.

Well, they did have a point. He was very pale with messy black hair and he wore skinny jeans, converse, and red and black flannel. Classic emo-bad-boy vibe, huh? Bet a ton of girls are gonna fall for that.

He was also currently getting pummeled. FP managed to start punching him in the face but only got three hits in before the new kid ducked down and tripped FP, making him awkwardly fall to the floor.

The growing crowd that I was now officially apart of was screaming like they were cheering for some sports game—some rooting for their beloved FP to get up and beat the shit out of the new kid while some were rooting for the underdog.

Before anything more could happen someone yelled out that Ice Queen was coming. That was what people called our awful principal Ms.Petrikov.

The crowd all rushed away to their lockers and even FP had enough sense to get up and hurry away, but not before muttering "This isn't over" to Matshall Lee.

I waited for the buzz killed teens to clear out for a minute before finally making my way towards my locker.

But I soon saw that Marshall Lee himself was leaning against it. Just my luck. His cheek was bruising from the fight but he still had a develish grin on his face.

When he saw me approaching, he smiled wider and watched me with his dark, red-tinted eyes. "Hey princess, what do you need?" He said with a deep voice when I came to stand in front of him.

My gosh he is full of himself. "I need to use my locker, which you are blocking." I said, annoyed.

"Oh really?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Really."

He smiled and sarcastically exclaimed, "Well...that means that we're locker buddies!"