Perfect Imperfections | Marco Diaz X Reader

Chapter 28: Expressions

Y/N's POV

I gently close my locker. I got the books needed for my next class in my arms. I sigh as I push close the lock. The whole school knows Dylan's my brother now. This'll be hard. It was fine when I was on my own. With Dylan and me in this school together, it'd be easy for everyone to know... everything.

I turn aside to face a familiar. "Hey." Marco says, sweetly smiling. I blush at his cute face. "H-Hey." I stammer. "Let me help you," He offers a hand and helps me with the books I'm carrying.

I didn't hesitate and simply handed it over to him. I was taken aback by his gesture. Then, we walk together in silence.

Just today, I notice something quite odd about him. He's not wearing his usual red hoodie and jeans. Instead, he was wearing a plain red shirt that complemented his figure and denim pants. It came as a shock to me when I first saw him clothe like this.

It wasn't just his clothing that was odd about him. The way he's also treating me, he's more caring, supportive and sweet but, why is it so awkward between us now? Ever since we dated, it's always been uncomfortable between us. Is that it? Is that the reason why we're so awkward?

But, I don't want this to go on. It's not how I expected our relationship would work. Although, I already know that this is normal since it's just the beginning. We should really talk things out.

"Why..." He discontinues. I convert my attention to him yet, he didn't look at me. We didn't stop walking. As I look at him I can't help but notice that his eyes were full of sorrow and disappointment. Did I do something wrong?

I don't like it when I'm seeing him like this. It's actually the first time I've ever witnessed him being so sad. But why?

I hear him sigh. Then, he looks straight into my eyes and asks, "Why were you with him?" His eyes define question and despair.

To hear him say it like that, I felt guilty.

I stare deep into his eyes. I swallow the lump in my throat as I part my lips to say something. "Y/NNN!" Yusi's loud voice invades. She comes near us with a glad look on her face as she drags me inside the classroom. "Yusi! Ow!" She brings me to a chair near the window since she knows how I like the spot near it.

She commands me to sit on the chair as her eyes sparkles and yells, "Mr. Perfect Hot Guy is your brother?!" She screams.

Mr. Perfect Hot Guy? Does she mean, Dylan? Psshh! More like, Mr. Arrogant Nerdy Pants!

"Amazing! They should be called, 'ECA's Royalties.'"
"L/Ns... why does it sound so familiar?"
"Dylan & Y/N must be gods and goddesses in their past lives."
"Y/N having Dylan as her older brother makes me praise for her even more!"
"Not to mention, Lucas! That guy is sooo damn perfect! He's a heir of a company, smart and hot!"

The whole class gossips about everything that they can gossip about. I try to ignore them and went back to Yusi. "You mean Dylan?" I say, unpleased.

"Who else would I be talking about?" Right. I face-palm. I'm so tired being popular. For now, I'd love to be an average student, not over the top. I don't like it when people expect so much of me. It's actually pretty stressing.

Sure, I'm intelligent, a bit pretty, friendly, averagely athletic and whatever they call me. In short, I'm the school princess but, I can be less of what they expect from me. They know nothing about me more than me being the whole definition of perfection itself. Behind all of that, is something dark.

Books were gently piled over my table. "Here." Marco plainly says as he walks pass by me to sit at the back.

What?