s e v e n

3K 58 0
                                    

📅 September 3rd
Monday Morning

We arrive at St. George's and Marcus drops me off. He decided to just come tomorrow and make life simpler.

"Okay, have fun babe. I'll pick you up later." Marcus says.

"Thanks, see you later!" I say and kiss him.

I get out of the car and enter the building.

"CINDYYYYY!!" Dele shouts, running over to me and hugs me.

I hug back. "Deleeee!" I yell but quieter.

"You guys are toooo loud, it's too early for this." Kyle complains.

I let go of Dele and gasp.

"Kyle!" I hug him.

We hug for a second but I let go of Kyle and let him be on his own. Dele and I went to a private room.

"So.. tell me what happened at the bar first." Dele says.

I explained to him fully of what happened.

"So then he stayed by my side for the rest of the night until we left the bar." I smile.

Dele smiles. "You two belong together.. I swear. Actually— speaking about you two belonging together, what did you two talk about when he said to text him?"

"About that.." I stop, smiling and blushing.

"Oh my god!" Dele excitedly says. "Is it what I'm thinking?"

"We aren't official. We're exclusive. As he said, we're not official, 'YET'." I tell Dele.

Dele smiles hard.

I continue. "I texted him asking what's up and he said 'Open your door'. My heart was beating so fast. I opened my front door and saw him standing on the porch with a bouquet of my favorite flowers. He told me how he was blind and that I'm the person he needs. It was honestly the sweetest thing ever."

I go on for a few more minutes, explaining everything perfectly. Detail after detail, remembering to not leave anything out.

"But you aren't a rebound, right? I mean I don't think you would be anyways." Dele says.

"I asked him that exact question and he said no, that he really has 'fallen for me'." I smile really hard.

"Aweee, look at you. Blushing and everything. You seem so happy. I'm happy for you two, you deserve this Cindy. Our ship has finally saileddd!" he sings.

I laugh and shake my head.

"But if he EVER hurts you and breaks your heart; tell me. Tell me immediately. I'll break his face."

"But he has a cute face so please don't." I laugh.

"Wowww, you really love love him." Dele laughs.

I roll my eyes and laugh.

"So does anyone else know but me?" Dele asks.

I nod my head. "Jesse."

Dele gasps. "You told Jesse before you told me?!"

"It was Marcus' idea." I say with my hands up.

"Yeah right." he replies and fake sniffs, pretending to wipe his imaginary tears.

"Drama queen." I laugh.

Dele flips his imaginary long hair.

We walked out of the room and I remember about what Dele and I talked about last night.

I kicked his ass making him fall down.

"No, why?!" Dele cries.

I laugh and shrug. "I never play around when it comes to kicking asses."

"I'm sorry." Dele says and bows down.

I give him a weird look and a pat on the back, walking away laughing afterwards. I looked for Gareth. As I searched for him, I ran into the other boys who came today as well.

I spotted him talking to Luke. I stood behind Gareth and waited for him to finish speaking to Luke.

Two minutes later, he is finally done and turns around.

His eyes widen and gasps. "Cindy!" he says.

I laugh and hug him.

"Good to have you back." he smiles.

"Good to be back and see you." I smile back.

The boys and I chatted for an hour until Marcus came to pick me up.

"Did you have fun?" Marcus asks as I get into the car.

"Yeah I did. It was really nice to catch up with them. I can't wait for tomorrow." I smile.

I gasp. I noticed that he changed his outfit.

"What?" Marcus asks in confusion.

"Oh my days, you look so goooood. Okay babe, I see you out here." I gassed.

"Oh stop it, now you're making me blush." Marcus jokes.

I hit his shoulder lightly and laugh.

"I know you were gone for almost 2 hours but I've missed you so muchhh." Marcus whines.

"I missed you too but I'm here to stay." I smile. "Always by your side."

"Here to stay." Marcus smiles and holds out his pinky finger.

Our pinky fingers link.

Here to stay.

blind. | marcus rashfordWhere stories live. Discover now