Delinquent (Marshall Lee x Reader)

Part 11

"Fine, don't admit that you were wrong. Doesn't change anything."

I rolled my eyes and hopped off of his countertop. "You're ridiculous."

"Hey, at least you're enjoying yourself more than you would be at school."

"Not necessarily," I replied.

He paused for a few seconds. "You're a really...weird person."

"What do you mean?" I asked, turning to face him.

"You're just so–I don't know–stubborn and awkward. You're never hang out with other girls. You're different."

"Well I'm quite aware of that. Sorry I'm not like the other girls you kissed." Oh my glob, that made it sound like I was jealous. Shit.

"That's not what I meant—I was just kind of wondering why. Why are you always so distant from everyone else?" He says, his tone serious.

Uh-oh. He's digging into my personal life again. "Marshall, I thought you were done questioning me for the stupid project."

"Fuck the project. This is me genuinely wanting to get to know you."

"Why do you want to get to know me? I'm sure you have better things to do with your time." I respond.

He sighed. "Isn't it obvious? I like you, (Y/N)."

My eyes widen and I stare at him like he's crazy. "Are you serious?"

"Of course Im serious! I though that kiss back there proved that I'm not exactly interested in being your acquaintance."

I blinked at him like an idiot for a second. Then I took a deep breath. "Look, that kiss was a spur of the moment thing. It was a mistake, so  I don't want you to get any ideas because of it. Plus, you can't randomly tell someone you've only known for two days that you like them without expecting them to be in a bit of disbelief."

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Is it really that hard for you to believe that I like you?"

Yes. "I don't know, It's just that...no ones ever told me anything like that. I just don't really know what it means."

"Well I'm telling you right now. So just accept it." He took a step forward so that he was standing right in front of me.

"I, Marshall Lee Abadeer like you, (Y/full/N). In other words, I am infatuated with you. I enjoy your presence. I am attracted to you. Got it?"

"Uh...okay." I replied. Okay? Okay?! What kind of response is that?

He blinks at me. Then a grin creeps onto his face and it splits into a smile then a laugh.

"You laugh at weird times," I mutter.

"Because you're hilarious," he says through his laughter.

Before I can respond. He grabs my hand and starts pulling me out of the kitchen.

"Where are we going?"

"To kill some zombies. Or steal a car. Whichever is your preference," he said with a smile in his voice.

"Um...what are you talking about?"

He chuckled and looked at me over his shoulder. "Video games, (Y/N)."

QOTC(question of the chappie): where do you live? (so i can stalk you) (jk i just think it would be cool to find out) (like which country/state)

I live in Minnesota, usa, aka the BEST state :) we have snow, loons, ugly accents, shopping malls, and democrats. What more could you want?