marcus lopez x reader imagines

the one where they're enemies

it was no secret that marcus and y/n hated each other. some even say that the word "hate" was a huge understatement. some say that it was just a front; something to hide all that sexual tension and feelings beneath the surface. and a few daring ones say that the two idiots don't even know they are madly in love with each other. 

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i'm exhausted. so, freaking, exhausted. i spent all day arguing and arguing with marcus, and we even landed detention for making snarky remarks during denke's class quiz earlier. i leave the library quietly, completely ignoring marcus before he can say anything else. dragging myself back to me and saya's room, i flop down onto my bed. 

"how are you?" saya asks, effortlessly catching the knife she'd been tossing around. 

"tired," i reply. "i'm tired, saya. i'm fighting with him all the time. every time i tell myself i'm going to ignore him and just stop the arguing, he says something that'll trigger me. it's exhausting, and i can't seem to shut up." 

i sigh and rub my temple. "i wish i'd never gotten mad at him that day."

saya sits up so fast, i'm surprised she doesn't get whiplash. "you're always mad at him. what specific day are you talking about?"

i've never told any of my friends how we first started this mess.

i shrug. "the day he first came here." 

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flashback

marcus' first day at king's dominion

"fresh meat," i say, chuckling as i watched the newbie make his way through the hallway. clean, blood-free, injury-free face. handsome.

billy laughs beside me. "i see that look in your eyes, y/n. you wanna introduce him to us this time?" 

i nod. weaving my way through the crowd of students, i reach him just as opens his locker and pulls out a doll with a knife and a note stabbed through it. i tiptoe and read the note over his shoulder. 

"CHILD KILLER"

"whoa," i mutter. he spins around, shocked, and i do a double take, my grin almost falling off my face. 

this guy was gorgeous. soft-looking dark curls and the most beautiful brown eyes. pink lips and a jawline so sharp it could cut paper. and gosh, his eyelashes.

"hi," i say, keeping my cool. "i'm y/n l/n." he was about a few inches taller than me, so i had to tilt my head a little. 

"hi," he says, a little confused. he was kind of shy. cute. 

"what's your name? you don't look like a child killer to me," i muse, tilting my head. he smirks, and i'm taken aback once more. his gaze makes me want to melt. okay, so definitely not shy. he's about to reply when maria saunters up to us, and i have to force myself not to roll my eyes. 

"you mexican?" she asks, completely ignoring my existence. he seems flustered, stuttering a little when he replies. huh. maria always seemed to have that effect on boys. almost immediately, the boy forgets my presence beside him and starts talking to maria.