{Mark's POV}
I swear that bastard is going to die.
"Can we have a minute?" The hottest boy alive asked.
"Sure!" She chirped, giving me a wink as in saying, Good Luck!
She left, and he sat down on the chair, grabbing my hand.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Mark. You?"
"Jayden."
"Cute."
"So I heard you don't like ladies.."
"Umm... Yeah."
"I don't either."
"Really?"
"Yup."
"Oh my god this is the best thing god had ever given to me. I swear I think I'm in heaven because your a hot dude that is g-"
He inturrupted me by slamming his lips onto mine. There was a clattering noise like a creaky door that finally opened after a few tries, but we didn't break apart.
"Awwwhie!" Rose's voice squealed.
Gosh, to think I was actually nice to you. We pulled apart and blushed. I gave her a second glance, seeing red on one side of her eye.
"What happened?" I asked cautiosly. "Come here!"
She did as told, and I looked at her bleeding eye.
"Does it hurt? It looks bad. Is there any pain or anything? Nurse! Nurse come here right now! I need a n-"
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Rose said.
"You sure? Mark's right." Jayden said.
{Rose's POV}
"You sure? Mark's right." The guy Mark likes said.
"I'm sure."
"Nurse! Nurse! WHEN'S A NURSE WHEN YOU NEED ONE?!"
"Mark, I'm fine. And I think you need some introducing to do."
"Oh. Well, Jayden, this is Rose. She was a girl that stayed by me, and talked about random things. Rose, this is Jayden, the hottie we were talking about."
We shook hands, and he smiled warmly at me. I returned the guesture.
Soon enough, Mark was out of the hospital and I was almost forced, but I refused. Mark PASSED out! Howw do they not ssee how healthy its not? We were all awake, watching the best show in the world.
"The rich and powerful take what they want, and we steal it back for you." Nate said.
It showed Elliot, Heardison, Sophie, Nate, and then Parker. I started jumping in my seat, making the popcorn move.
This show is called Leverage. They put the 5 most wanted crinimals in one group. Hardison's the Hacker, Elliot's the Hitter, Nate's the Mastermind, Sophie's the grifter, and Parker is the theif.
Hardison was a coloured, brown eyes, white teeth, and usually in an orange sweatshirt. Once he is needed, he's up nd out of the couch, at the table hacking.
Next is Elliot. Pale, brown eyes, and brown hair, bout shoulder length. Whenever they break in, he's either undercover, or knocking the guards out, or even both.
Then, it's Nate. Short, brown curly hair, brown eyes, and usually in black. He is the maker of the team; he started everything. His favorite catchfrase when working on a case is, "Lets go steal ____." Thr blank is what they go to.
After Nate, it's Sophie. She has gorgeous dark brown locks shoulder height, and can pull off ANY accent. She is a grifter, she loves doin it.
BEST FOR LAST! PARKER! MY LIFE HERO!! Blond hair waist length with bangs, blue eyes, and loves air-vents. Not like love love, but she likes them. Shes usually in one, movin to a room across the house. Can you believe that her father taught her how t go through lazers when she was 12?!
Nate and Sophie, forming Nophie, are exactly like a couple, except they dont do lovey-dovey stuff, or kiss, but they were really close once. I think theyre adorable together.
Hardison and Parker form Harker. Parker doesnt really show some affection because shes scared she might loose the ones she loved, like her dad. But Hardison is a different story. He accidentally confessed his love with Nate in the room, car really. He said I quote, "She's a fast speed of sexiness." When Parker was racing around th building multiple times. Once he noticed he confessed, he said, "Between me and you, okay?" Nate just laughed and nodded. I absolutely loved the episode when Hardison was in those things you put dead people with, because at the end he kissed her cheek, an she looked down and blushed. I ship them so hard.
Finally, Elliot. Hes a loner, picking up girls at parties; undercover; and so on. Once he accidentally had Nate's ex-wife!
Repeated beeps started getting louder and louder.
"Shit! School!" I yelled, running to my room. I put on a plain white tee, a plaid skirt with suspenders, black Jordans, random perfume from my desk, a white bow on my head, and grabbed my phone with a "Normal people scare me," case on it. I put my hair in a straight, perfect bun. I grabbed my pink book bag, and walked to the boys.
"How do I look?" I asked, spinning in a circle.
"Wait." Mark said, walking to his luggage. Their moving in with me because they're chill and will help me stop doing drugs. He walked back up to me, and slipped on pitch-black sunglasses. "Now your ready. I don't want people making fun of you. Now hurry before your late!" He said, kissing my head, handing me a gronola bar, and pushing me. I waited by the bus stop, and once the bus came, I walked inside. People were looking at me and whispering. I sighed, and walked to the back. After another stop, a boy with gelled back hair, peircing green eyes, cute brown glasses secured with tape in the middle, a brown sweater under his plaid vest, and khakis on came up to me.
"Mind if I sit here?" He asked.
"Sure, go ahead." I said, pulling off the stupid glasses.
He gasped. "What happened?"
"Well, you know that boyband, One Direction?" I asked.
He nodded.
"You know that girl on the news that was a drug dealer?"
He nodded again.
"Thats me. Louis overreacted, so when I dissed him, he punched me in the eye. I went to the club that night, and made friends with the bartender, Mark. Sweet kid. I told him my whole life story, and he didnt like when I talked about the punch. Then, Harry, another member of One Direction, came and wanted to dance with me. But I was drunk as hell, I couldn't even read a nametag right. Then Mark asked Harry where Louis was, and he punched him to the ground. I should've let him get beat to death, but my stupid drunk mind pulled Mark off. Then Louis hit Mark unconcious, and I called him a fucktard, and I kept slapping him. Then, he punched my eye again and now it's like this." I concluded.
"Wow. My name is Marcel. M-"
"Marcel's a cute name!" I squealed. "Oh, sorry. Go on."
I fiddled with my fingers. Idiot idiot idiot.
"Marcel Styles."
My head snapped up and I swear, I think I broke my esophogus. {A/N: Sowwie. I dunno how to spell :( }
