After we got in the car, Marcus turned in on the radio and started humming along to the song.
He started singing, and my gods, he sounded like an angle.
Not trying to sound like a creeper or nothing... but like... fuckin' angle voice over here.
We pulled into the parking lot for Wal-Mart and walked in together, Marcus holding my hand the whole time.
I kind of liked him holding my hand, but at the same time, he's not my boyfriend and doesn't fuckin' own me.
We walked into the ice cream section I almost immediately ran out of there, but Marcus was holding my hand.
Standing in the ice cream section was Jake LaForest.
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Jake has bullied me ever since 5th grade.
He was new to the school and found it funny to pick on me out of everyone, and just so happened he goes to the same college as me.
He always called me a bitch or told me I wasn't cool or funny. Always made me feel like I was useless and worthless.
He would occasionally call me babe or baby to piss me off.
It always worked and I always stormed out of class, angered and mad.
I was just about to turn me and Marcus around only to see that Marcus was picking up the pace towards Jake, with a grim expression on his face.
A passionate hate was engulfing him, blinding him from what could happen to me.
Pain.
Lots of fuckin' pain that's what.
"Hey Mitch."
Jake grinned at me, winked at me, and walked closer to us, closing the space between us by about 10 feet total.
I hate being so close to him so often.
"Well, hello Marcus. Nice to see you yet again. Within a short amount of time too. That gun shot was not very well affected on you now was it."
Jake grinned again.
Marcus was now squeezing my hand extremely tight, causing my hand to cringe with pain.
"Your the bastard that shot him?"
I gave Jake and evil glare, only to see him looking at me and Marcus's hands tightly enveloped around each others.
I cringed at the pain of my hand again, seeing that Jake noticed.
"Are you hurting baby?"
Jake gave a sad face then a grin, knowing I would get angry.
"She's not your fuckin' baby Jake. Leave her the fuck alone. Understood?"
Marcus's face was red and flushed with anger. I stared at him in shock for standing up for me, in such a harsh way.
"Don't even think she doesn't have feelings for me. The innocent one is the only one who doesn't like me? Ha, bull shit. I'll prove it too."
Marcus let go of my hand and clenched his fists. Jake grinned and grabbed my waist, pulling me into his chest.
His scent was unappealing and stenches of death.
I pulled back, unhappy with the sudden actions and how close we were to each other.
"I would never like you Jake." I spit at him, being rewarded a grin from Marcus. Jake glared at me with hatred.
