Be My Bad Boy. {Eustass Kid x Reader x Marco}

The Wrath Of The Gym Teacher.

A quiet sigh leaving your lips when you notice Kid outside your art classroom, the redhead speaking to Killer. As you get closer, you can actually hear their conversation and thankfully, it's not about you.

"Bonney's stressed. Mr. De Phoenix, or whatever his name is, has marked her work pretty harshly since we've been dating so she told me not to text her until fourth period. I don't know what the big deal is; he's always marking my work badly, I don't care what that asshole thinks!" You can't help but roll your eyes at Kid's words, he makes out like he actually does his work when he actually just picks on people all lesson.

Ace stopping beside the pair as you linger behind him, your eyes looking just about anywhere other than at Kid or Killer, although you've got no problem with Killer, you'd just rather not attract any unwanted attention. Ace apparently having a completely different idea.

"Move." Ace grumbles impolitely, his onyx eyes shooting a glare at Kid and only causing the redhead to frown as his sights flicker from his long-haired friend toward the freckled male instead. 

"What did you just fucking say?" Kid's voice somewhat low from surprise but it's still carrying that threatening bite to it, Killer already placing a calm hand on his friend's shoulder in attempts to calm him down.

"Forget him, Kid. He's not worth getting into troub--"

"I said move, as in get your fat ass outta the way." Ace retorts bluntly and causes your blood to run cold as Kid's features fill more and more with rage, the pale boy shrugging Killer's hand away as his golden eyes flicker past Ace and land on you instead. 

"...Him?" The red-haired male grumbles, Killer sighing hopelessly before he makes his way into the classroom, clearly not wanting a fight. Ace's brow simply quirking at Kid's one-word response as his dark eyes follow the redhead's gaze toward you. "He's the other guy?"

"Other?" You echo grumpily in utter disbelief, your brows knitting together as you fold your arms over your chest and your eyes feeling as if they're going to burn right out of your skull from anger.  

OTHER GUY?! HE REALLY DOES HAVE SOME FUCKING NERVE!

The next thing you know, Kid has an iron grip on Ace's collar, pinning the freckled boy to the wall beside the classroom door. "You're fucking my girl?!" The asshole husks and immediately Ace is smirking smugly as you try to weed the redhead off of your friend.

"Your girl~?" Ace boldly mocks, seemingly not at all effected by the position that Kid has him in, his dark brow quirked as his smirk widens into a cheeky grin. "Haven't you lost the right to call her that~?"

"He's not the guy I like, Kid! Get off of him!" You bark defensively, trying to be the peacemaker here and get the brute away from your friend but he only uses his free arm to shove you away, managing to send you tumbling to the floor in the process. His other hand still clutching tightly to Ace's shirt threateningly.

Your fearful eyes now landing on Marco, apparently the man had shown up without you realizing and judging by the look on his face, you'd assume that saw Kid push you over. Even worse for the redhead, Mr. Garp is stood beside the art teacher with wide and raged-filled eyes, the large man grabbing Kid by the ear and harshly pulling him away from his grandson as Marco makes his way over to you, helping you up from the ground.

"Are you okay yoi?!"

"You've got some nerve, boy! Pulling a stunt like that in front of me!" Mr. Garp growls darkly as he twists Kid's ear slightly, causing the bully to yelp out in pain. By this point the entire class is stood in the doorway, looking on curiously, Bonney included. 

Ace seemingly not bothered about the ordeal though, his onyx eyes resting on both you and Marco, a curious brow raised as he tilts his head to the side slowly. The students laughing as Mr. Garp drags Kid along by the ear, most likely intending to pull him all the way to the Principal's office like that.

"Alright, everyone! Back to your seats yoi!" Marco demands and immediately, the class does as they're told and it's only now that you realize how upset Bonney looks. But serves her right, it's just good old karma coming back to her after what she's done to you. 

He has to be made of brass anyway! Calling me HIS girl! I AM NOT HIS DAMN GIRL ANYMORE!

Marco gently rubbing your back as he stares down at you with concern filling his orbs. "Did that idiot hurt you, [F/n]?" The question only having you shake your head as your eyes lock with his, the handsome man smiling slightly in reassurance at your silent answer. 

"I'm fine~" You clarify with a genuine smile, your heart fluttering inside your chest. Well, that is until Ace clears his throat anyway, making his presence still very evident.

"Well, that was eventful, huh~?" The freckled boy chimes calmly, causing Marco's warm hand to leave you as he straightens himself up professionally before he makes his way toward his classroom.

"Yeah, make sure she's okay yoi. I have to begin this lesson."  

Ace nodding his head obediently before his gaze slowly casts back to your small frame, a smirk etching into his features as he taps his freckled cheek languidly with his index finger. "I saw that~" He hums playfully but keeping his voice low at least before he leads you into the room also.

"Ace," You whisper nervously, keeping hot on his heels so that no one else can hear you, your hand reaching out for his shirt, tugging on his sleeve to make sure you've gotten his full attention. "Please don't say anything! I'm not playing any games! I really li--"

"Bonney." Ace suddenly murmurs loud enough for the pinkette to hear, her head turning slightly as her watery eyes drift up to the freckled boy and immediately causing you to grow silent as your body tenses.

WHAT IS HE DOING?!

"Don't get me wrong, I hate you for what you did to my friend but even someone like you could do better than a guy who treats girls the way he does." Ace mumbles bluntly before he takes a seat at his desk, his observant eyes watching as you take your seat also, your heart feeling heavy as you look up at Marco, the blonde seemingly unaware of Ace's knowledge as he begins the lesson.

WOW, THANKS ACE! ARE YOU SAYING I DO DESERVE SOMEONE LIKE HIM THEN?!

"Right yoi, you all know what to do by now. If you'd like to color your sketches, there's paint in the supply cupboard, help yourselves but don't make a mess of it, please. You're free to begin." The students instantly continuing on with their work as Marco leans back against his desk, beginning to tick names on the register. 

"Don't worry," Ace murmurs to you quietly once the classroom begins to fill with the light chatter of students, your freckled friend grinning widely as his orbs shift to Marco before they travel back at you. "I won't tell anyone. But you'll give it away yourself if you're not careful, that's why I had to shut you up back there. Sorry if I made you feel a bit betrayed, it wasn't a well-thought-out plan."

"Ah..." Is all that you could mutter, you'd probably have more to say if you didn't feel like your soul had abandoned your body in fear. A relieved sigh leaving your lips as you begin to work on your sketch, Ace chuckling from beside you while he takes his things out of his bag. 

"So, you and him, huh~?" 

If you want details, you can wait! I am not explaining anything in this class, Ace!