Delinquent (Marshall Lee x Reader)

Chapter 5

I didn't see Marshall again until math, my last class of the day.

Luckily, we didn't end up sitting together, yet he still managed to bother me by staring at me for most of the class.

When I looked over and met his gaze, he grinned at me with a thoughtful look in his red tinted eyes.

After class he caught me before I could get out the door.

"You going to FP's party this weekend?" was the first thing he said.

I was. I wasn't usually one for that sort of thing, but I was going for Gumball. He went to as many events as possible where he could stare at FP from a corner while blushing. There's no way he'd let me miss this.

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"Because I'll be there too."

This surprised me. "Why? You and FP don't seem to...get along."

He chuckled like I'd just said something funny. "FP personally invited me. I'm definitely expecting to get sabotaged there. But I can take a few jocks with IQs lower than their ages."

I raised an eyebrow at him "Cocky much?"

He thought for a moment. "Not cocky, just confident in my overall awesomeness."

I rolled my eyes.

"Just saying, you don't really seen like the partier type. More like the I-don't-like-social-interaction-and-do-my-homework-on-time type."

This made me frown. "Well you don't know me." I wanted to say a lot more, but he was right about his description. I didn't like conversing with people.

Especially ones with boys too snoopy and attractive for their own good, like him.

"You've got a point." He said as we reached or lockers and I started putting stuff in our backpacks.

Suddenly you felt Marshall's arm drape across your shoulders.

You stiffened and turned to give him a look that said What on earth do you think you are doing?

He gave me a sexy wink that sent an unwanted wave of heat through me, then pulled his arm away.

It took me a second to realize that he was holding a picture. It was of your favorite band, the same image you'd taped on your locker a long time ago.

Oh. He must have been taking it off from the inside of my locker door, not making a move on me.

He eyed the picture with admiration. "I see you like (fav band). They're amazing."

His face was very close to mine. I just nodded.

He looked at me and tilted his head "Beautiful and a good taste in music."

What? My eyes widened and I'm pretty sure that my face was as red as a tomato. "Uh...thanks."

Before he could say anything else, I closed my locker and left. I could feel his eyes on me like fire as he watched me leave.

Thank you for reading, please vote and comment if you liked!