Delinquent (Marshall Lee x Reader)

Seven Inches

I guess I like the number Seven.

"Okay, umm, I'll just get going now," I stood
up ato leave.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me back down, "Oh, no you won't, it's my turn."

"I'm sure you've gathered plenty of information on me, Marshall."

"But you see, I insist on being a superior student. I must give my absolute best effort on this project."

"I swear to glob, you are always sarcastic," I replied.

He gasped, "That is preposterous!"

"My point proven."

"Whatever. First of all, how's that bruise feel? It's still there."

I frowned, wishing he would quit with the weird concern he had for the stupid bruise. "It's fine, I don't know why you keep asking."

"Im just concerned, princess"

I didn't reply and we slipped into an awkward silence. But it only lasted all of 10 seconds.

"What's your bra size?"

I blinked at him "You know that I'm not going to answer that. And by the way, you don't even have any paper out to write my answers!"

"Aw come on. You're so conservative. I would've answered if you asked me how big my dic–"

"Don't," I interrupted quickly, "finish that sentence."

"Okay princess," he said, his voice suddenly more raspy.

I tried to will away my blushing but then I let out a yawn that was definitely not pretty.

He laughed, "Tired?" He laid down and patted the space next to him.

I was suddenly dizzy, so I allowed myself to lay next to him. We were on our sides, facing each other.

He smiled, "Next question. Do you think I'm attractive?"

To dodge the question, I said, "I really don't think these questions are what LSP is looking for. And again, you aren't even writing anything down."

"I have a good memory, I don't need to write it down. Just answer the question," he said, smirking.

For the second time tonight, I hoped my blush wasn't as apparent as it feels.

"Yes." I decided that was the best answer. It wasn't like he didn't know he was an Adonis, so there wasn't any point in lying.

"What exactly do you find attractive?"
My eyes widened. Everything, I wanted to say. Your eyes, your voice, your body, your hair, your smirk, the way you're looking at me right now.

But I ended up saying, "I don't think it's a good idea for me to boost your ego more than already is."

My eyes were starting to flutter closed, and I had to struggle to keep them open.

"Fair enough," he paused, then asked, "Do you think you're pretty?"

His question made my eyes open wide. Do I? I definitely didn't think I was ugly, I wasn't terribly insecure. But I didn't exactly have much time to put towards my appearance nor did I want to put in much effort.  "I don't know," I said.

"Well, now you know, because you are. Very." He was looking into my eyes deeply with his uniquely red ones and I had to look away.

" Uh, thanks," I muttered, feeling my stomach flutter.

We were in a comfortable silence. I yawned loudly then he did too.

I was almost asleep when I heard him whisper, "Seven."

"What?" I opened one eye to look at him.

He grinned, "It's seven inches."

I realized that I haven't been asking questions at the end of chapies like I usually do, so here it is:

What's your favorite anime?

Mine, naturally, is Naruto :) I also LOVE No. 6 (watch/read it if you haven't).

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