Darkness

A Question

Luce's POV

The bus rumbled down the back streets of town. I rested my head on the cold window, watching as the raindrops raced each other downwards. A smaller one caught my attention. It was struggling to keep up with the others. "Come on buddy, you can do it," I whispered under my breath. A bigger raindrop was lumbering towards the windowsill, swallowing every water droplet in it's path. Mine was engulfed. My mood darkened. I didn't want to go to school that Tuesday. I had argued with my mother all morning to the point when she threatened to drive me there in my Pajamas. I wouldn't have cared. People would be making fun of me anyway. I could hear the whispers already. "Luce? Yeah I know her. Didn't she pass out at the disco?" This thought wasn't cheering me up. Luckily, Sam wasn't on the bus this morning. I don't think I could face them after how much of a bitch I was at the disco. I felt the flimsy bus seat shift as someone sat beside me. Glancing over, I half expected to see Sam. "Hey Luce!" Marchel greeted me with a peck on the cheek. I hastily gathered my thoughts together enough to blurt out a few badly chosen words: "Yeah er you good? I'm good. I'm fine. I mean I couldn't be better really now you're... " I trailed off at the amused look on his face. I made a note to bang my head against a wall later. "Um... What are you doing here?" I added to that disaster of a sentence.
"I moved on the weekend." Marchel explained as he shoved a shiny, new bus pass into his backpack, "And now I guess we can be together in the mornings too?" He looked at me with a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Too?" I could feel a nervous giggle in my throat. I swallowed it. "Yeah..." Marchel raised his eyebrow like he was waiting for me to answer something. What do I say? Did he even ask a question? The butterflies in my stomach were quickly evolving into ravens. "Will you go out with me?" He said.

The words took a few seconds to register. Then a few more to process. Then even more to answer. A few weeks ago I would have leaped towards the idea of being Marchel's girlfriend. But for some reason, even though the word 'yes' was on the tip of my tongue and filled practically all of the space in my mind, There was one word, one word only, stopping the obvious answer from coming out. Sam. I remembered the look on their face when they saw me in their sisters dress. How rude they'd been towards Marchel. I couldn't do that to Sam. Would we ever speak again? "Look, Marchel... You're really sweet... But I can't go out with you. Sam....I just... Don't feel that way..." The last bit was a lie. Oh god.

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Heya guys!! Sorry if this chapter is kinda short. Hope you enjoyed it anyways! I was trying to figure out a way to get rid of Marchel and I thought well might as well get rid of him with style (aka rejection). And HOLY CRAP I GOT 100 READS WOW THIS IS GREAT THANK YOU SO MUCH OMG!