Chance [ gumlee ]

[ chap 2 ]

♡ pov change ♡

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Everyone sat in silence. I glanced down at the floor. Blood was smeared on the hard floor. I awkwardly sat there. People kept glancing at me. I put my head down.

I hope he's okay, I thought. I sat like that, until the last bell rang. Thank God. I walked out of class, and searched through the sea of people, looking for the one with a black mop of hair. I walked towards the door out, when I heard a frustrated yell and a door slam. I looked behind me. I saw someone with dark hair and gray skin run into the boys bathroom. I turned around and slowly walked into the bathroom. I heard soft crying. I looked around the corner. Marshall was bent over a sink. I sadly looked at him. I walked closer. He stood up straight and ran his fist straight into the mirror. It cracked, causing pieces to stab into his knuckles. He cursed loudly, and stepped back. He suddenly stopped, and looked at me in the mirror. His eyes were widened with tears. He looked directly at me and stood back.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry," he said quietly. I walked closer, only for him to step back.

"Just stay away, please. Just like he said, I'm a fucking psycho."

I shook my head slowly, still walking forward. He stepped back more until he hit the wall. He watched me, terror in his eyes. I kept walking until I was face to face with him. Tears cascaded down his cheeks. He quickly wiped them away, trying to hide them.

"Why are you sorry? It isn't your fault.." I asked softly. He searched in my eyes for something.

"For starting shit with that kid. You heard him, what he called you.. That's never going to get out of your head, and it's going to hang on and everyone will get involved. You'll be treated like shit," he sighed. "Listen, I understand if you don't want to be friends. I wouldn't want to be friends with me either. I just want you to know I'm-" I put my hand over his mouth.

"Stop saying you're sorry! ... I'm not going to leave. It's okay. I can handle it."

He looked at me with wide eyes. I slowly let my hand drop from his mouth. He slid down the wall, and put his head between his knees.

"They expelled me." he said quietly. I sat down next to him and pulled him into my arms. He quietly sobbed. I sighed.

"Oh, Marshall..." I whispered. I didn't understand why he was so upset. He was shaking like a lost puppy in my arms. Not even an hour ago he was beating the shit out of a kid twice his size.

"M-My dad's gonna fucking kill me..." he whispered. My eyes widened.

Oh.

Oh..

Shit.

I stayed silent. The first word that popped up in my mind was abusive. I decided not to question him on it. I just silently cradled the fragile boy.

I never believed in love at first sight. I always thought it was a shitty excuse to get hooked up, and was bullshit in the movies. Now that I see this broken boy I had just met today, I decided to push away all my beliefs for once. I like him. I won't even think about using the word love, though. I'm not going to be Romeo and pull cheesy ass moves on him. I want to be friends. That's all I want at the moment. Him. I'll at least take pieces at a time.

"Hey, shh. I'll take you home, fix up your wounds. Is that alright?" I asked. I really hoped he could. He gripped my hoodie and stared off. He finally responded with a slight nod. I smiled, and helped him up. His face looked sticky with tears, so I took my thumb and wiped his face. He smiled slightly at me. I pulled him out of the bathroom and out of the school. The campus was empty. How long were we in there? I held him upright, and we walked to my house. It wasn't far from the school. About 10 minutes. When we arrived, I was relieved that nobody was home. I pulled out my house key and unlocked the door. I let him walk in first. I showed him to my room, and had him sit on my bed.

"Wait here, okay." I said. He nodded. I went into my bathroom and grabbed some gauzes and toilet paper. I grabbed the gauze tape and went back into my room.

"Let me see your hand," I told him. He nodded and lifted his bloody hand up to me. I looked at it. I looked up at him, signaling if I could pull out the mirror shards. He sighed and nodded. I slowly pulled out one. He made a painful noise and his other hand shot to my free one, squeezing it tight. I bit my lip as I pulled out another. He made another noise, and squeezed my hand. It hurt, but it was the least of my worries. I pulled out the last couple of pieces. I flinched as he squeezed harder. He immediately let go, and looked at me worryingly.

"S-Sorry." he said.

"It's okay." I said' wrapping up his hand in gauze. I taped the ends together and set his hand down. He flexed it a bit.

"Thanks..." he said quietly. I nodded and smiled. I went to put the medical shit up. When I came back, I saw Marahall eyeing my guitar that was mounted on the wall. I grabbed it.

"You play?" I asked, handing it to him. He grabbed it and looked at it.

"Yeah, a bit," he said, tuning it. "Uh.. Wanna hear a song I wrote?"

I smiled big and nodded. " 'Course," I said. He smiled back and nodded. He started playing a tune. Then his beautiful voice blended with it.

"You're so, annoying you pitiful old man.

I'd like to help you, but I don't know if I can.

I, thought you, were nuts.

But you're really, really, really nuts.

Every time I move you find me, and start hanging around.

Just another lame excuse to see me, man, it's bringing me down.

You know I'm actually glad to see you.

Maybe I'm the one who's... nuts."

He slowly set the guitar down. He was silent. That song definitely had a story behind it. Now wasn't a good time to ask about it though. I smiled.

"You're a really good singer." I said. It was true too. I'd love to hear his voice all day. It was amazing. He smiled, a blush creeping onto his face.

"T-Thanks. It's kind of a hobby. It's one of the few things that helps me escape, you know?" he says. I nod. I twiddle my thumbs and look up at him.

"Um... can you play another?"

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Marshall's amazing voice ran through my head for hours. He played and played. He looked up at the clock.

"Shit! I gotta go. My dad's gonna be home soon.." he said. I frowned. I hope he was gonna be okay. I wouldn't be able to see him at school since he got expelled. I don't even know where he lives.

"Wait! Uh, what's your phone number? You know, since I can't see you at school.." I said.

He wrote down his number on my hand. I smiled, seeing a little heart next to it. He set down my marker. Then I was about to tell him bye, when he stepped up and hugged me tightly. He was silent for a minute. He just sat there, his arms around his neck. I wrapped mine around his waist.

"Thank you. So much." he whispered. I smiled to myself, my heart speeding up. I nodded to him. We said our goodbyes and suddenly I was alone on my bed. I laid there, thinking about Marshall. He was the definition of perfection. He's talented, he's cute as hell and he's sweet.

Now I'm just worried about his father...

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HEY so um sorry this chapter is so short i promise they'll get longer so i hope u guys liked ! pls vote and i always love reading your comments!

the song is from 4x25 "i remember you"