Once a Reject

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The sound of my phone playing 'teenage dirtbag' I knew my brother was calling.

"How's school going Marx?"

"Swell. But, it's not the same without you."

"Huh, well if you where here today you would've known that I came during fourth period." my body froze and I let out a long breath.

"Yeah well I had my reasons not to show." I said. I resumed the process of getting dressed to go out. Grabbing one of my plain white shirts I stuck the phone between my ear and shoulder and threw it on.

"I just hope your reason isn't a petty one." he hung up on me after that. I removed the phone from its place and frowned at it. Why does he care so much? For once could he just stay out of my business.

I struggled to put on my skinny jeans but once in I grabbed my wallet and keys and headed out. I was going to take my car, but I much rather walk. Taking a step outside, it was still pretty sunny for five o'clock. I started my way downtown and kept my head down staring at my feet. I was listening to the ambient sounds around me until the sound of my name made me lift my head.

From the right I saw Garret jogging his way over. He was wearing black skinny jeans that hugged his waist. He had on an untucked white dress shirt and an untied tie. A suit jacket was thrown over his shoulder and held by two fingers.

"Late for a wedding?" I joked. The corners of his lips raised slightly and he let out a soft chuckle.

"I was." it was my turn to laugh but, I had to soften my boisterous laugh with a cough.

"Why weren't you at school?" He asked.

"I wasn't up to it." I said. We began my journey to wherever I was going. He comfortably fell in step beside me.

"If I didn't come to school because I wasn't up to it, I'd never be in school. Why were you really not there?" I decided to ignore his question by attacking him with one of my own.

"Shouldn't you be raising hell with your delinquent friends?" He kept looking forward when he answered.

"I should be, but here I am, talking to you." I stopped walking at this point and he stepped in front of me. Blocking my view of the environment directly in front of me.

"You sound disappointed." I said. My voice was fairly quiet as his face was very close to mine. I felt hands slowly come to grip my waist. His mouth was inches from mines. The sound of his suit jacket going limp on the side walk brought me to turn my head.

"We shouldn't do this in public." I stated. I was out of breath from the amount of internal heat he was causing me.

"My car is around the corner. Let's say we go to my place." He brought his head even closer to my mines but I moved mine farther away.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" He moved his head so he was under my eyesight. He tilted his head so he could whisper on my lips.

"I would."
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I soon found myself in a place I'm constantly in. Pressed between Garret and his bed. His sheet over the top of his body. Both of us without shirts. His hands felt hot and heavy on my torso. The way we kissed didn't bring a rush of excitement. It was rough and filled with lust. His hands were making their way to my pants button, but I stopped him.

"Garret stop." He pulled away from my neck and looked at me.

"What's up?" He didn't say it in a sincere way. More like he was obligated to. I pushed his body off me and threw my legs over the side of his bed. My moms words were playing all trough out my head and I couldn't help but think.

"Dude. Why'd you stop?" He laid down on the pillow with his hands behind his head.

"What are we, Garret?" He hummed aloud as if that was a valid answer.

"No really Garret, what are we? Because I'm not sure if this is for me anymore." Now he sat up.

"Why would say that? We've been doing this for years." This time I stood up in search of my shirt.

"That's just it Garret. We've been doing this for years and nothing has changed."

"It's what we agreed to."

"Yeah well fuck that. I want change." he looked stunned for a moment. He swallowed a bit as if his throat was dry.

"Well I don't do change. So find someone else that's as willing as me." I scoffed at his over confidence.

"There are plenty of fish in the sea." grabbing my t-shirt in my right hand and my keys, wallet and phone in the other I left his house slamming his front door with a bang. The weather outside was frightening. The mix of heavy rainfall and lightening made me fear for my life and the sporadic sound of thunder didn't help either. Regardless, I started my journey home.

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Well that's was an exciting chapter. tbh, idk if I want Marx and Garret to have a realtionship. I'm thinking about adding another character and have him portrayed by Dylan O'Brien.

Dylan's my Bae. Right next to Harry Styles.

Anyways, vote, comment, and share my story.

Stay classy, stay sassy and don't be a bitch.

-Marg.