Chapter 13
Confessions
It was kind of hard to put my feelings onto paper. What would he say? How does he feel.
I started writing. I just started with bullets and blobs of writing.
When I was done, I ran downstairs and caught a glimpse of my side. I didn't bother showing Marcus. And I'm glad he didn't notice it.
I touched it. My hands were cold, so I winced. I applied a little bit of pressure.
"Ow!" I said in a normal voice.
I continued into the kitchen and found the paper. I grabbed two sheets and ran back upstairs.
I was passing by my room and I heard noises. Voices. One in particular.
"How would I bring it up?" Marcus said.
Silence. The other person was probably speaking.
"You sure she won't smack the living shit out of me?" He asked the other person.
"Okay, well I'll call you later. Love you Natey." So it was Nathan.
Silence.
"K. Bye."
Click.
I ran to Marcus's room and quickly but quietly shut the door.
I walked over to his bed and plopped on it. I couldn't help but be curious. Bring what up?
I just started writing.
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I finally finished mine and called Marcus.
I heard his ringtone in the next room, but he wouldn't pick up.
I called again. I heard the ringtone. Same.
I got up and grabbed one of his button up shirts. I put it on and buttoned it up. I didn't like it, so I just left it unbuttoned.
"You don't wanna answer, let's see who's gonna ignore me now." I said to myself.
I folded the paper and stuck it in my bra. I walked over to my door and opened it.
"Marcus?" I called.
I shut the door and walked over to my lamp. I turned on the light. Nothing. Nobody.
"Nice to see my clothes look better on you." Marcus came up behind me. I stiffened.
"I-I finished your paper."
"As I did yours. May I see mine?" He asked.
This is what I was twisted about. Should I have him look for it, or should I hand it to him. I did what I didn't expect myself to ever do.
"You're just gonna have to find it." I said. I had to look up at him, given that he was a fair amount of inches taller than me.
"So we're gonna play dirty now? When did this side come out?" He questioned.
I turned around. "Well," I started. I cleared my throat. "You want know how I feel, it's not gonna be handed to you. You gotta take what you want." I said. As soon as I said it, I knew I was gonna regret it in some way.
"So if I wanted you, I could take you?" He asked. I stood still. Silent.
"Here's yours." He handed me my paper.it was folded into a neat rectangle.
"Is it in your bra?" He asked.
I looked down.
"How did you know?" I asked suspiciously.
"Wild guess?" He answered.
"Well," I said reaching for it.
"If you want I can still grab it. Like you said, gotta take what's yours cause it doesn't come free." He smirked then winked.
"You just ruined this whole thing." I whined.
"How?"
"Because, we were having a romantic, cliched, cheesy moment or whatever you want to call it, and then you had to add in the fuck boy part."
