My Everything || Marcus Baker x Reader

The Beginning of the Rest of My Life

"Virginia, Y/N, I should warn you. We keep a, uh, rigorous pace in AP English," Our teacher tells us," The AP students take this very seriously. So, if my class proves to be too much for you, I suggest you do yourself a favor and move down to regular English, OK?" He said fake care lacing his words. "I'd hate to see you bite off more than you can chew," He says with a disturbing smile.

"It's Ginny, " she says as she takes the paper.

"We're living in a crest commercial," I say she nods in agreement.

As class starts he introduces us and she has to correct him... again.

"I know it's our first day back from summer vacation, but I thought it was an excellent opportunity for a pop quiz. Those of you who didn't do the summer read of the Crucible are in for a world of pain."

He then looks at us and goes "Don't worry girls I didn't expect you to have read it," we raise our hands and when he calls on us we just go off.

"There are 16 books on the syllabus," Ginny starts. "14 were written by men," I add."15 were written by white people," she continues. "And I'll guess the one black author will crop up for Black History Month," I finish and I hear snickers around the room.

"Also we have read The Crucible, and I am confident we can take the quiz today," she continues.

"Are you quite through Virginia?"

"No," she states simply, "Please call me Ginny,"

I snicker as he continues. I lowkey stopped paying attention. 

At my locker putting my books away the Baker boy walks over.

"Hi"

"Hi"

"Do you always look out your window late at night?" He asks.

"Do you always sneak out late at night?" I retort back

I notice his shirt says Wednesday.

"Wednesday?" I question. "What cultural wasteland are you from? Never heard of the band Wednesday?" He says as if I would fall for that. "That's not a band." I say "You caught me. It was the first shirt I grabbed this morning." I smirk

"Ginny's sister, right?" he asks

"I have a name weed boy, it's Y/N," I explain "And twins actually."

"But you don't look like twins," "I didn't say identical,"

I saw my sister talking to a girl from our English class and started to walk over.

"Hey Y/N..." I turn around, "Just so you know, my name's Marcus," "Ok weed boy," I say and he just laughs.

"Hey guys," I say as I walk over to Ginny.

"Were you talking to Marcus? Sorry, he's an asshole," the girl says. "Yeah total asshole," Ginny agrees," "Eh," I say. "Yeah, he's my twin brother," "Oh, I'm sorry, I-" Ginny tries apologizing.

"I'm sorry. I should've strangled him with my umbilical cord in the womb. Done humanity a solid," I laughed at her statement. "Did you say twin?" I asked, and she nodded. I told her we were twins and she asked the same thing as her brother. Ginny told her we weren't identical.

She started to walk away then turned around and asked "Are you coming?"

"So where are you guys from?" Max asked very nonchalantly. "Texas," Ginny answers. "Texas. That's so exotic," I give her a questioning look.

"Are you straight?" She asks again like we're playing 21 questions. "What?" my sister asks cluelessly. "Gay, straight, them, they?" she clarifies, "Do they even let you be gay in Texas?" "I'm straight," Ginny answers. " I'm bi," I answered her. "Good, there are no good gays here," I just chuckled at her remark.