Delinquent (Marshall Lee x Reader)

Seven Messy Numbers

The words were scrawled on the board in pink expo marker.

WELCOME TO SEXUAL EDUCATION AND HUMAN REPRODUCTION

Shit.

Sex Ed. The most dreaded subject of the year.

At my side, Gumball said, "Ugh why do they have to teach us this stuff. It's not like they're telling anyone in this school anything they don't already know."

I gave him a shrug and turned to the front, trying not to make awkward eye contact with Marshall on my other side.

"So, class. During this unit, we are talking about sex. It may not have occurred to your immature minds that sex is more that lustful fun in backseats of cars. It has consequences. Aaaand, It is science. And what is science?" Mr. LSP said way too loudly and obnoxiously.

"The lamest class," "Boring," a chorus of students said in response.

His eyes rolled then scanned the class, settling on me. "(Y/N)?"

All eyes turned on me. "Uh, the study of something?" I replied.

"Yes and what do you have to do to study something?" He said back.

"...observe it?" I said, praying that it was the answer he was looking for.

"Bingo! Observation is what your homework today will be based on. Sex requires maturity, so does good observation. You'll all be practicing this art by learning as much about someone in this class as you can. Tomorrow, I'll be expecting a report of everything you learned."

"And I will be checking for authenticity. Don't think for a second that you can make up fictional qualities about your partner because you're too scared to use your natural tool of observation. Remember that this unit will be worth a fourth of this semester's grade."

Half of the class let out protests and groans. I just hoped to glob that I'd get a willing partner, because I needed a good grade in this class.

"Everyone will be partnered with the person next to them that they know the least about. For example, (Y/N)'s partner will be Marshall Lee, the new kid, as opposed to Bobbi, who is literally the only person she talks to. Makes sense? Now get to work."

My face turned red at the insult. This is not what sex Ed is supposed to be about. I'd be happier with the awkward and gross videos they usually show.

I slowly turned my head in the direction of Marshall.

He was looking at me through his annoyingly long lashes and already writing on a piece of loose leaf. Which  already had written several lines on it.

"Hey! What are you writing about me?"

He grinned at me and continued writing.

"Tell me!"

I tried to snatch the paper, but he moved to hold the paper behind him with killer reflexes.

I sighed and turned a notebook to a fresh page.

"So...what is your full name?" I asked this even though I already knew.

"Marshall Lee Abadeer" He said it as if he was announcing the name of a midevil king.

I refrained from rolling my eyes, wrote it down and asked, "What do you do in your leisure time?"

"I'm too cool for 'leisure time'." He replied.

"Look," I set my pencil down. "I really, really, really need a good grade in this class. I haven't done anything wrong to you. So please just do me a favor here."

His eyes turned mischievous. "What kind of favor, princess?"

My eyes widened at the innuendo and I could feel my cheeks flush. I grappled for a way to change the subject, but he beat me to it.

"I think it's my turn to ask you some questions."

I took a deep breath m, frustrated that I still had nothing written but his name. "Fine."

Out of the blue, he said, "Do you sleep naked?"

What? "Like I'd tell you." I shot back.

Even though I didn't give him an answer, he still wrote something down on his paper. I really wished I could see what it was.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

I scoffed, "That's funny."

He smiled. "Have you had your first kiss?"

To avoid answering the question I replied, "Is it really necessary to ask questions like this?"

"Oh c'mon, a cute little thing like you hasn't had any action?" He was leaning closer and closer to me.

"I think you're getting off topic."

He ignored me and paused for a second. "Who gave you that bruise?" He asked in a whisper.

Not again. "Gumball. You already know this."

I tried to sound nonchalantly annoyed, but Marshall was staring straight into my eyes. It unnerved me, making my voice quiver.

"Parents divorced or together?" He asked, his face still too close to mine.

"I uhh...only live with my mom."

He tilted his head, "Where's dad?"

"I've never known him."

"That must be hard," he had an intent look in his eyes. I was surprised by how sincere he sounded.

After a moment I shook it off and asked, "Can you just ask normal questions? Like 'what's your favorite color?'"

"It's (Fav/color)," he responded quickly.

I was taken aback. "H-how did you know that?"

He ignored my question and responded, "I'm not gonna ask things I can guess."

Then the bell rang.

He got up and started to leave.

"Wait!" I called after him and he stopped so that I could catch up. "I didn't get anything on you. This is due tomorrow, you kn-"

He grabbed my hand and scribbled something on it.

"Call me," he said with a wink.

I looked down at the seven messy numbers on my hand in disbelief.

If anyone has read the hush hush series, I give credit to Becca Fitzpatrick for the idea of this chapter :) Please vote and comment if you liked, thanks for reading!