Chapter 6
Curious George?
When Reylor and Nathan left, Marcus told me to go get ready. I went, showered, then ran to his room really quick.
I was still in my towel. I knocked on his door and within seconds, he opened it.
He put his elbow on the door way and crossed one leg over the other.
"Your not a model." I said sweetly. Sarcastically.
"Didn't realize I ever said that." He retorted.
I stared up at him. For maybe two seconds, he started leaning in. Oh no buddy, not today. Or any day.
"I was gonna ask you where we were going; I don't want to overdress or underdressed. Also, could you help me."
He responded with a nod.
"How does it feel?"
"It's good, it still hurts though. I'm sure it'll heal fine. But it just needs time."
"Ok, um, I'll meet you at your room. Let you cover up a bit before I go and help you." I nodded then walked away.
I opened my door. This house I got used to, but the room was something that I would never get used to.
I walked to the closet and picked a pair of the basketball shorts he had there along with on of his plain colored T-Shirts.
I was in my undergarments when someone knocked on the door.
"Come in." I hollered. I sat on the bed with the blanket covering my legs and torso.
"We're going shopping. You need clothes, because I doubt that you have them."
I held up the basketball shorts. "Help me!" I whined. He walked over and raised the blanket. "Stop complaining. I'll get there."
He slipped the basketball shorts on me up to my thighs. He lifted me up and had me in a standing position. He pulled the shorts the rest of the way up.
"Can I just leave my sports bra and walk out like that?" I joked sarcastically.
"Why the hell not?" Marcus went along with it.
I started laughing. Then crying.
"Marcus it hurts so bad. It feels like my ribs are poking and rubbing my lungs or something in there. All I know is that something doesn't feel right."
"Baby, it's gonna hurt." He said as he brought my head to his chest. He had a black shirt, dark washed pants, and black timberlands. He had tossed his black North Face jacket on my bed.
He continued rubbing my head, my back, my shoulders, while I continued to cry.
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"Hey Lexi?" Marcus began. We were on our way to the outlet or mall or where ever Marcus was taking me.
"Yeah," I urged him on.
"About that day at the hospital with Ryan?" He continued.
Damn it. I was hoping he would drop that. At least the part I dreaded the most.
"What about it?" I encouraged him.
"Why did you- why were you bleeding? And why so much?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." I stated, while looking out the window.
"Try me." Was all he said.
"You're gonna laugh at me, though." I told him.
"And again," he stated. "Try me." He finished.
"You're such a Curious George." I mumbled. I continued, "I'm a virgin." I stated with no emotion. I was still looking out the window.
"I've never had a one night stand or a fling or a boyfriend." I added on.
After a few seconds of silence, he finally said something. "I believe you."
I turned and looked at him.
"You don't have to say that. I understand if you don't. Nobody ever does."
I didn't need him to say anything if he truly didn't believe me. I didn't want him to. He'd only be lying to the both of us.
"Lexi, look at me." I looked at him.
"Your gorgeous. Beautiful. You don't need a man in your life for you to understand that do you?" I shook my head. He glanced at the road every few seconds.
"Good, because if you answered any differently I would've been a little pissed off. I only want to help you. I know your struggling, so that's one of the only reasons I'm helping you," he paused.
"I just don't want you to think that I want anything out of it. I don't need anything to come out of it, but if anything does happen, I honestly wouldn't mind. It would be a bonus I guess you could say." He looked at the road for a few seconds.
"Because again, your beautiful and just amazing. Sure you have flaws. Everybody does. They can get to you, but you don't show them around others. I've noticed the little things that you do. You'd be surprised." He finished.
The rest of the car ride was ridden in silence.
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"This squeezes my boobs too much!" I whined. "Can I just stick to gym type clothes?" I continued.
"No! Your a lady act like one!" Marcus ordered.
"Say it don't spray it!" I ordered back.
I began to laugh a little bit. We'd been going at it for a while now and nothing seemed to cross my interests.
"Hey how about these?" I asked him as I walked to a different area of the store.
I found a pair of dark wash jeans on a different rack. I checked the price tag.
"Yikes!" I walked away from the jeans.
"What's the matter with them? I like 'em" Marcus answered.
"The damn price tag, that's what!" I commented.
"Lex, they're only fifty bucks." Marcus claimed as if that wasn't expensive.
"Marcus, that's a lot for jeans. The most I'm paying is twenty for a pair of jeans."
"Not today, whether you like it or not I'm buying them. I want you to look good. I think you deserve to reward yourself. Not punish. Grab them or I will." He grabbed them and held them out to me. I reluctantly reached out and grabbed them from him.
"Can you take something seriously?"
"Shoot." Marcus said.
"I love you, of course as a friend. You're so nice to me and I love that. You don't really know much about me yet you still take care of me." I clarified.
"And of course I would love for that first phrase to eventually mean more than just a friendly comment. I just want to get to know you. Maybe see where this goes. Not too fast, but I'd love to see where things are headed." Marcus pulled me in for a hug.
"Thanks, really. I appreciate it." I said snuggling into his arms.
We pulled apart and I walked over to another rack where I found hoodies.
"Please?!" I whined.
"Fuhhhh-" I glared at Marcus.
"Don't you finish that. You'll go to hell if you do." I teased.
"-dge fuuuudge! Let me finish next time." Marcus put his hands up Ina surrendering motion.
Overall, I think Marcus spent around two thousand on clothes. I only picked a few things, maybe three hundred dollars worth, but of course, Marcus kept asking if I liked anything that he picked. The guy didn't have bad taste either. It's just that everything he liked was just too damn expensive.
The guy really did have money to "throw away".
