Opposites - Marcus Gunnarsen.

Part eight.

Marcus-"You dropped this".

He reached me a bracelet.

The bracelet my dad gave me when I was born.

Thank God he saw that I dropped it, that bracelet means the world to me.

I reached out and took it.

I didn't know what to say.

I always got kinda sensitive when I looked at the bracelet.

Marcus-"Ehm, I was thinking if you wanted to come over at my place so we can continue making the project, if you want to?".

I wasn't thinking in the moment; the bracelet makes me more open and friendly sometimes.

Me-"Okay".

As soon as I said It I realized what I just said 'okay' to.

Urgh, so stupid.

Well it's too late now.

We were walking to his house.

We didn't really talk.

It was just a silence walk.

We reached his house.

Wow.

It was a big, white house.

Gorgeous.

Marcus-"Are you coming?".

Shit.

I've must have been in my own mind for some seconds.

But I had never seen a house like this.

And I've never lived in a house like this.

I stepped inside.

The smell of cookies hit me.

Damn it smelled good.

Marcus-"Mom I'm home".

A woman came out of the kitchen, I assume it was his mother.

Marcus's mom-"Hi sweetie - oh and who are you?"

she smiled friendly at me.

I bit my tongue.

Me-"I'm (Y/N)"

I said and tried to let a little smile out, but kinda failed it.

Marcus-"We are doing a school project together, we'll just be up in my room".

His mother smiled to us.

We went upstairs to his room.

I looked at his room.

A Manchester united poster on the wall.

A big bed, which looked comfortable.

Some clothes on the floor.

Footballs in the corner.

Yeah, just as I expected it.

He sat down on his bed.

I looked around.

I went over and sat on the floor and leaned up against the wall.

I took my computer and my other stuff out.

When was ready I looked up at him.

He looked weird at me.

Marcus-"Don't you want to sit up in the bed or on a chair?"

Me- "No, I'm fine, let's just get started".

He nodded his head.

Me-"Okay so what do you do when you're not having concerts?"

Marcus-"No no. we aren't done talking about you".

Me-"Marcus I said there is nothing else to know about me"

Marcus-"Come on. What about that you're the best in class to math, I mean, you got the highest score".

I looked straight up at him.

I pressed my hands together.

Me-"How the hell do you know that?!"

I sounded mad.

But I wasn't, I was upset, but I didn't know why?

I guess I just don't like people knowing stuff about me.

Marcus-"When we got our results back, I saw your paper seconds before you smashed It into your backpack".

Damn it.

I knew someone was looking.

I relaxed in my hands for a second.

I looked down at my hands.

Red marks.

I was pressing hard.

I grabbed my bag and hurried out of the room and downstairs.

I took my stuff and was about to open the door.

But Marcus grabbed me.

Marcus-"What? Did I say something? Is it because of your test? 98/100 on a math test is pretty amazing if you ask me"

Me-"Yeah, but I didn't ask you"

I loosened me from his grip and walked out.

I hate it.

I hate when people say I'm good at something.

I hate when people give me compliments.

That was something only my dad used to do...

It's only something my dad is allowed to do.

He always made me feel special with the compliments he gave me.

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