My Everything || Marcus Baker x Reader

Maybe

I walked past my sister's room the next day and saw a messed up toothbrush on her nightstand. Oh my God she actually did it. The fucking whore and she did it because of my boyfriend not her own. I know that for a fact. Can't get no pleasure from him. No way, no how.

How do I disown a sister?

I went into my room and saw Marcus getting changed when I looked out my window. He was shirtless and gorgeous. I continued to get dressed. I looked over again and he was looking back. I blew him a kiss and he pretended to catch it.

I told Ginny to come downstairs so we could go. She told me she was going with Max so I just left to meet Marcus outside. I told him what I saw on Ginny's nightstand and found it hilarious or that's what he wanted me to think. His laugh was kind of fake.We walked to school and we got there and parted ways as I went to English.

*Time Skip*

"Lydia Bennet is described in the book as 'untamed, unabashed, wild, noisy, and fearless.'" Everyone listened intently, "My free read project is Internalized Sexism: Why we don't like Lydia Bennet."

"The unsung feminist of the book is Lydia. She's more an agent of free will than even Elizabeth because she bucks society rules and acts of her own agency. So, why do we judge her so harshly?" She finished.

"Because she's a slut," some boy retorted having all the penis bearers in the room laughing. I threw a piece of paper at his head. "And you're a dickhead," I told him, still looking forward.

"Yes, Brian. Tell us more about the views of feminism you've formed while jerking off to Gal Gadot," She responded and the majority of the class started laughing. I don't care what she says, I'm not laughing.

"But you can't deny Lydia's actions were rash and ill-advised," Hunter suggested. "Stop shaming her," Uh oh is this presentation bleeding into my sister's life. "Stop...shaming Lydia Bennet?" He asked confused and looked kind of concerned.

"Ok! Ginny convinced me. Lydia Bennet is hundo a feminist," Max announced to the class. "But she almost took her whole family down. It was immature," Hunter retorted.

"Women get a million different messages on how they're supposed to be. It's confusing," I told them.

"Ok, you both need to calm down. You're being aggressive," Mr Gitten told us. Bitch the fuck.

"Ginny, Y/N please come to the office," The PA system said before I could respond.

*Time Skip*

"Really, mom? Taking us to gyno? Putting me on the pill?"  Ginny started firing off questions, "Did you need to do that in the middle of a school day?"

"Sure did. You have a boyfriend your sendless topless photos to and you have a boyfriend you're having sex with," Ginny looked taken back for a second then got back to her task at hand. "Mom, oh my god." Yeah, not just hers mine. "Which tells me two things. One you make stupid decisions when it comes to men, and two, you're gonna have sex soon.

"Don't I get to decide if I get to have birth control?" She asked her. "Why? Do you want kids?" I asked her sarcastically and she rolled her eyes. "Sure don't," Mom replied so easily. "You're such a ad feminist," Now this is bleeding into real life.

"Yeah that's me. Back to the kitchen. She was asking for it. Tramp, whore, nag, bitch. Get in the house, please."

"Hunter and I aren't having sex because I'm disgusting," She told mom. "What?" Mom was confused. "How do you do it? How do you always know what to say, and what to wear, and how to do the cleavage thing?" Have titties, what do you want her to say. "The cleavage thing? You mean, have cleavage?" Ginny looked exasperated as if it wasn't obvious. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm 30 and single with three kids from two different guys." She told her, "Does that look like the ideal picture perfect picket fence to you?" she asked her.