Starco : Bad Boy Turns Into A Cat

Ch 8 : Oskar Greason

Chapter Eight :  Oskar Greason

(Should I censor curse words or not?)

We've hit #1 on the StarXMarco category! It might not mean much but it's really a happy moment for me.

I know I haven't been updating but I'm really trying to connect with the story. I already have the ending and other scenes in mind, but how to put it or present it is the hard one.

And because I'm putting more attention on my upcoming visual novel. Yes, I'm making a visual novel but it's just for fun. I'm basing the story on JanTom : Complete Opposites ❤

"Why the fu.k are you acting like a crazy b^tch right now?" Marco looks at me like I've gone mental.

    It's not bad, okay? And I'm not going mental. He's just overexaggerating. I mean  who wouldn't go crazy and squeal with all your might when Oskar, the one who's known as the mischief and cool guy in school, acknowledges  your presence.

He actually knows I exist. He even knew my name! It's like heaven came down and answered my prayers! Ahhhh! I'll finally get a chance.

I'll finally be noticed by someone as great as Oskar Greason!

"Ow!" I flinch when I feel something flicker on my forehead.

I turn to see Marco looking at me in revolt, his nose scrunched as brows crossed. "F*cking close your darn mouth when you chew. It's like you're a stupid idiot."

I frown, rubbing the spot he flicked his finger on. "You didn't have to flick on my temple, you know? That  hurted like hell."

"It's because you looked like you were ho#ny, ballistic woman," he points at my face. "---it's disgusting. I swear you don't pick any time to be a disgusting  pervert."

"I'm not  ho-ny and I'm not as hell a pervert!" I countered, blushing as I probably looked stupid in front of him.

He ignores me and takes a bite from the dish all the while casting a glance at the television blaring.

I pull my knees closer to my chest as I wrapped my arms  around it. I mean it can't hurt to at least squeal once in a while right?

And I would've done that if this douchebag wasn't here at all! I could've  rolled around my own bed  squealing and turning red or flapping my bed like a stupid hormonal girl.

But I have to pent up those feelings because I'll look strange in front of him.

Curse you cat!

"Have you ever dated, Marco?" I asked over the sounds of television overlapping with my voice. I mean I'm curious and maybe he could give me any advice--if he had any.

I could feel him stare holes on my head. "If you think I'm interested in you, then never in hell."

"I-I'm just asking! I didn't say that I wanted to date you, arrogant guy!" I pursed my lips.

"Who has time for dating anyway?" he smiles smugly, shrugging as he still had his eyes glued on the television.

"So you're asexual or something?" I placed a hand under my chin, gazing at him.

"What the hell are you saying?"

"Oh, you're...gay? Bisexual? I mean I'm like go for it! I'd support you."

"I swear I'll snake my hands around your throat and throttle it," he finally faced me, darting a deathly glare. "--how in the hell did you've come to the conclusion that I'm gay?"

"Because it seems like you're not interested in girl?" I say questionably. "--I mean you have this bad boy vibes or something. Surely guys like you would have girls at one shoulder?"