Delinquent (Marshall Lee x Reader)

Part 16

"Since when does a cold make you limp?"

I froze. Shit. "I—it doesn't. I fell on the stairs last night."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'm a clumsy person, so stuff like this happens a lot," I tried to chuckle nonchalantly, but the laugh sounded nervous and fake.

After a few moments, he spoke again. "Did you at least ice it?"

I turned to face him."Yeah, I did. I just have a big bruise on my thigh. I'm fine." I was getting tired of how many times I had to lie to him.

"Whatever you say, princess," he was staring into my eyes and it was like he could see straight through me. Like my lies and fake smile didn't affect him.

Then I realized that we were alone together in a kitchen again. And that he was now standing very close to me. I tried to force the memories of yesterday out of my brain, but flashes of the kiss kept flitting into my mind.

My face heated up and he smirked. I remembered how he said that he loved seeing me blush because of him.

He took a step even closer to me. I gulped. His head tilted to the side and he looked at me, studying my face. I was frozen in place, staring into his dark eyes.

"Where's the bruise, princess?"

His hand reached down to hike up my boxer shorts, lightly touching the side of my thigh. I hasped, "Marshall, what are you—"

"Is it here?"

His other hand held my waist and his head dropped so that his hot breath was right at my ear. His hand, barely touching, glided up my thigh, resting right over the bruise. "Or here?" His voice sent chills down my spine. I suddenly couldn't move or speak.

His hand trailed up farther, passing the bruise altogether. "Or here?" His hand kept going, trailing his hand inward until it was just inches from my underwear and I felt lis lips graze my neck.

The sound of a splash brought me back to my senses. I stepped back from him and turned around. "The waters boiling over!"

I occupied myself by turning the heat down, not daring to turn around and look at him.  When I finally faced him, he had a cocky grin on his face.

I ignored him and in a few minutes, I was sitting across from him, eating ramen and avoiding eye contact.

"Oh come on, (Y/N), I was just teasing you. I didn't know you'd stay flustered for this long."

I wasn't as "flustered" as I was embarrassed. I had just let him touch me like that. It's not like I didn't want him to, but I knew it was a bad idea. A relationship between the two of us was destined to cause more trouble that I could deal with. I had to have better control of myself.

So I looked up and stared him straight in his eyes. "You know, I think you should leave. I have my stuff, so I don't see why your still here."

His expression was surprised. "Because I like you, (Y/N), didn't I tell you yesterday?"

I looked away, no longer able to keep eye contact. "Well, I never told you I liked you back."

"That doesn't matter. We're still friends. Friends hang out with each other. It's normal."

I dropped my fork into my bowl. "Maybe I just don't want friends right now. I like being alone."

"No one likes to be lonely, (Y/N)."

This made me look up at him. "I am not lonely!" I half shouted at him.

Then I realized what I had done and I took a deep breath. "I am not lonely." I repeated in a soft voice. "There's a difference between wanting to be by yourself and being lonely. And right now I just want to be alone."

His expression made my heart ache. "Okay. I'll go." That was all he said before he got up and left.

The sound of my creaky door slamming after he left echoed through my mind.

I face palmed. Oh glob, I'm such an idiot...

After sitting at the table in self pity for what felt like an hour, I m got up and started pacing around my house like a psychopath, thinking through what happened. I knew I should've told him to go, but I didn't have to be mean to him.

I had to apologize. I wanted to call him, but my anxiety got the better of me, so I started drafting a text.

But my typing was soon interrupted by an incoming call. It was Marshall. I stared at the phone in horror, thoughts racing through my mind.

What do I do? I should just hang up on him. No I shouldn't, he would just call me back later anyway. But why is even calling me? Isn't he pissed at me?

With that I was reminded that I had to apologize. I sucked it up and answered the phone.

"I'm sorry," we both said as soon as the line connected.

Then we were both silent.

"Wait...why are you sorry?" I asked.

"Because I was stupid. I invaded your personal space. Why are you sorry?"

"Because I—well isn't it obvious? I totally freaked out on you today. Aren't you mad at me?"

"No I'm not mad at you. You just had a moment, it happens to everybody. Everybody makes mistakes. Everybody has those days. Everybody knows what, what I'm talking 'bout—"

"Marshall, how dare you start singing Hannah Montana? This is serious! I was a total bitch to you and I feel awful."

"Okay, okay. You kinda were, but I'm not gonna take it personally. Your not a mean person (Y/N). I know that."

His words took me by surprise. "Thank you, I guess?" I paused and took a deep breath. "But seriously, I feel really bad. I guess I just got frustrated because I'm not used to having...friends and—"

There was so much more I wanted to say. And because I find you so attractive it pisses me off, and your liking towards me is downright mind boggling, and I absolutely hate that you make me feel so vulnerable, and most to all, I'm terrified that you'll find out about my mom and that she'll be taken away. But I left the words unspoken.

"I forgive you, princess. It's not a big deal, don't stress. I'll see you tomorrow at school. Don't forget to keep ice on your leg. Oh, and you'll be the party, right?"

Oh shit, I forgot about that. "Sure. See you."

The rest of my day was filled with superfluous homework assignments and annoying thoughts of the boy named Marshall Lee.

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QOTC:fav season and why?

mines spring bc the snow melts, plants grow, it's pretty and smells fresh, and school is ending for me :)