We Can't Be Friends

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Crush

(Rhea)

"The instruction was very clear, Marcus. You are daring to cross it again?" The principal slapped the table of his, and it vibrated loudly. 

I almost closed my eyes when the noise felt like a roar at my face and not just a sound. 

And I wonder what that 'again' meant for.

Yet the guy next to me sat completely silent, watching the principal do whatever his wrath led him to do. He didn't even beat his lash and looked like he wasn't readable. 

It makes me think that his side view of his face is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

"I AM TALKING TO YOU, MARCUS!! OPEN YOUR MOUTH." Principal sweated to say that loud, "WHAT WAS GOING ON THERE?"

For which Marcus just nodded and pulled his leg to himself from resting it on the leg of the table (principal's!). 

"I just..." he began.

"DO NOT TALK AT MY FACE. SEVERAL WARNINGS FOR YOU WERE JUST A TRASH FOR YOUR HEAD, ISN'T IT?" The principal, Benjamin— I saw it on his table, cut him off for the third time, "ONLY THING WHICH KEEPS YOU INSIDE THIS COLLEGE IS BECAUSE OF THE TROPHIES STANDING HERE" 

Benjamin points a plenty of shiny golden trophies of different sizes and shape over the cupboard.

He's here because!!...

He cleans it every day? What a waste!

Marcus sighs and perches his right foot over the leg of the table again smugly. "What about you, miss? What made you fall for him?" 

The principal's enormous, pulsating eyes now attack me. 

Jesus! How can the leather jacket withstand this stare?

"Si, sir, I didn't fall. Just trip-" I suddenly became illiterate and looked to my right in anxiety about whether Marcus would say anything on the sensible topic, but he was scratching his temples in frustration like I didn't exist.

"I don't entertain your fairy tales and pretty lies. TELL THE TRUTH!" Ben-the-Jamin screwed all the screws, and it was so evident that he's not letting us speak a single point. 

What on a Freshman's Day!!

"Sir, I am telling the truth." I tried to tame my patience. "He was just helping."

"What helping? Roaming in the corridor with boys is strictly prohibited! If you want any assistance, write a letter to my office and not believe this waste of a second."