The Rule - Marcus (COMPLETE)

Chapter One

- Mia

2 years later

I sit silently in maths class, staring at the wall, barely listening to Mrs Smith drone on about Algebra. I roll my eyes as she hands out the flimsy paper sheets.

My eyes drift over to Marcus' younger brother, Dylan, He's throwing pencil sharpenings at Jasper, who's shooting him death glares which only amuses Dylan further.

I start to wonder where Marcus was, even if we're no longer friends I still care about him. I don't think we've spoken properly for two years, sometimes he stares at me in the halls with a weird kind of expression on his face, kind of like a longing one. Normally I just look away, It's not like I need him... right?

My thoughts are interrupted when the door flies open and in steps none other than Marcus. His shirt is unbuttoned at the top and his leather jacket is thrown over his right shoulder. I have to look away to stop myself from drooling.

He strides over to his brothers and sits down next to Dylan, who is now trying to make a paper aeroplane and throw it at Jasper's head. I roll my eyes and look down at the Algebra sheet, chewing my pencil.

After about 30 minutes I feel someone staring at my head. I glance to my left until I meet his gaze, Marcus'.

His usually bright blue eyes have turned a more grey colour over the past couple of years, he looks tired and solemn. I half expect him to look away as soon as we make eye contact, but he doesn't , he keeps his eyes locked on mine.

It's kind of uncomfortable, his gaze is harsh and cold. It's as if he's trying to tell me something. After a while he rolls his eyes and turns away, leaving me very confused.

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After class I walk to my locker, it's lunchtime when I usually go home to eat since the food at school is disgusting. I sigh and shut my locker, As I look up I meet his gaze again. Right in front of me he stands, towering above me. I jump slightly out of fright and his eyes soften ever so slightly.

'Hello' I mumble, looking down. I never expected talking to Marcus would make me feel this awkward and uncomfortable.

'We need to talk.' He says shortly, I can still feel his hot gaze on me. I nod slowly and follow him outside.

We walk for maybe 10 minutes in complete silence, the only thing in audio is the tweeting of the birds and the sound of our shoes under twigs as we make our way through the forest. Finally, he says something,

'How have you been?'

I think for a long moment, then reply.

'To be honest I'm not good'

I'm not lying, ever since Marcus and I stopped talking I haven't been the same. It's as if something died in me that day he left me by the lake, I never talk to my other friends anymore even though they are constantly trying to invite me to parties. Maybe it has something to do with the fact I can't talk to my best friend anymore, who knows?

Marcus sighs 'why?' He's slowed his walking pace now so he is next to me instead of far in front.

I keep my head down and don't answer for a while, I feel his stern gaze on the side of my face but that only makes me feel even more uncomfortable,

'I don't know' I lie, and walk ahead of him. It's been two years since we had a proper conversation and I'm already freaking out.

We walk until we reach our lake and then Marcus sits on the grass, legs stretched out in front of him. I stayed standing, not daring to look at him although I could still feel his gaze on me.

'I'm sorry' he said after a long silence, I nodded slightly before moving my gaze to him. His eyes were softer although still a grey colour rather than the bright blue that I remember.

'Don't be, it's not your fault' I manage to choke out, the weather is hot and I can feel the sweat starting to run down the back of my neck.

'I should've talked to you sooner, it's just, Jasper doesn't trust us and I don't want him on my back all the time' Marcus explains and I sigh, sitting down in the shade, against our oak tree.

'Yeah well, Jasper's an asshole.' I mutter, and it's the truth. He used to be nice but ever since he became alpha he's become a control freak.

'He's not that bad. He just has a lot to deal with.' Marcus argues, I sigh and pick at the green grass.

'He's changed,' I start, 'well I mean all of you have, ever since your parents... you've become different.' I look up from the ground and my eyes meet his.

'It's been hard' he finally states, biting his lip. 'Nobody knows what happened to them.'

I nod, and stare into the distance. It's so quiet out here, at our spot, I think that's why we like it.

After a while Marcus breaks the silence, 'you should come to a party tonight.' A party. I hadn't been to a party in years, loud music, drinking. Not really my thing if I'm honest.

'I don't think so...' I say, and meet his gaze, a look of confusion spread across his face. 'Parties aren't my thing.'

'You always used to come to parties with me,' Marcus recalls and I know he's right, 'it was always you who was throwing them.'

I close my eyes for a second to remember all the house parties I used to throw back when Marcus and I were still friends, I open them again and find them he's still staring at me with the same expression on his perfectly sculpted face.

I sigh, 'that was in the past.' And he knows I'm right, I've changed since then, for the better.

Marcus pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket and hands it to me, 'just incase you change your mind.'

I watch him stand up, brush the grass off himself and walk out of the clearing, without looking back, just as he had done 2 years before. Leaving me alone. Yet again.

My eyes scan down to the piece of paper and I unfold it, I begin to read;

2, Woodall Rd.
8pm
Don't be late
~ M

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