Deadly Class Imagines and Short Stories☆Marcus Lopez Arguello

Brawls

attending King's Dominion can be a bit difficult at times, especially when everyone there is a piece of sh*t.

My fist collides with Chico's Jaw, sending his face to the side. He took his time to check for blood on his lips. 

"Querida, you're going to regret that.", the words tauntingly rolled off his bloody tongue. I hated Chico, he was such an asshole and treated girls horribly—I have no respect for men of his kind.

Chico swung back at me, swiftly I dodged it while taking advantage of his miss and strike him in the gut with my knee. Grunts sounded from him and it made me crack a smirk. "How am I supposed to regret it if you can't even land one of your weak punches, tsk, I wonder what your father would say Chico." I innocently snided in his face. 

To say he was fuming was an understatement. I had officially pissed off the Mafia, and I didn't completely regret it. Yet.

Caught up in the moment that Chico would possibly walk away from this one, he wasn't in stance and was at least 3 meters from me, my peace wouldn't last. In the blink of an eye, My arms were in the grasps of Chico's 'servants' and I knew in that moment, I fucked up big time.

I struggled against the two guys holding me as Chico strode over. By now the whole school was undoubtedly surrounding us, standing by to tune into beat Y/n within an inch of her life was scheduled in approximately 3 seconds. 

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1- Chicos fist collided with my cheek, hurt like a bitch but all I let out was a breathy groan. I tried my best to escape the iron grip on my arms, but I had too much of a disadvantage, and anything I did would most definitely only hurt me more.

More hits came: my stomach, my face, my collar bones seemed to be a target and I was starting to worry that his plan was to break them. While I avoided making any noise, sometimes pain overrides will. 

"Do you regret it now perra? Maybe this w-" I stopped listening, no point, won't do me any good. God where are the teachers? I voiced in my head.

I was at the point where I was being held up, this is fucking embarrassing. If it weren't for Chico being such a dirty asshole I would have won, at least he had his gun taken away from him for a week since he killed a kid a couple days ago.

Then, it stopped.

I was dropped, and I caught myself on my hands and knees.

Looking around I caught glimpses of Chico on the ground, Someone on top of him taking shots at him. He was turned away, but when he got up I saw it was Marcus. Face contorted in anger he spat on the boy laying on the ground. 

My heart sped up a bit seeing Marcus, and even more when he picked me up and helped me limp out of the corridors. We've been friends for a couple months, getting gradually closer and closer. We made it to I think his room and he set me on his bed.

I laid there in silence for a moment, feeling all the aches and pains that flow through me. 

Marcus stands over me looking critically in my eyes, I try to deny that my heart rate is because of him, and I hate to have these feelings for him since so many girls are head over heels for him, and I don't wanna be a fling he has. 

"Why Y/n, why, you can't keep doing this, it'll end up getting you killed" he said quietly as the mattress next to me sunk down and I could smell his cologne.

"Anything in this fucking school will get you killed: breathing, eating, looking at someone, leaving someone alone, not leaving someone alone. Whats the difference." I mutter. 

The damp cloth paused on my cheek. "The fucking difference is that it's fucking better to be alive than dead, and I'd much prefer you alive." Marcus struggled to maintain his composure, and the look in his eyes almost pained me more than my collarbone. I darted my eyes away quickly and tried to keep a faint blush off my face since I knew I must be interpreting this wrong.

There was a soft silence before he told me to sit up, I did and sat cross legged facing him. 

"I-I'm gonna have to ask you to take off your uniform coat" His voice quite hesitant. I still had a white dress shirt on under so it wasn't that big of a deal. The task of taking of my coat was pretty uncomfortable and I grimaced more than once. 

"Where is the major bruising?" He asked a little more confident. I was nervous being this close to him and him attending to my wounds. "Uh- collar bone, seemed to be his main target. His hand is probably ruined." I chuckled dryly, the tension between us was almost killing me. "Can I?" Marcus looked into my eyes with a sincere look. I nodded. "Yea".

My heart-rate was through the roof as he nimbly undid one or two buttons on my slightly bloodied white dress shirt, pulling aside to see the wound. On sight his eyes darkened, his face going serious while he grazed his fingertips over my skin; I could feel every movement and it drove me insane. 

"I'll kill that bastard" Marcus hissed under his breath

"Marcus, it doesn't matter, skin heals and i'm fine-" Marcus cut me off abruptly.

"No it's not okay Y/n, you're not fine. It hurts to see you like this, I can't stand seeing someone do this to you. Because I care, I fucking care." He said loudly, almost desperately. Sitting there, like a deer caught in headlights, I wondered what he meant exactly.

his touch moved up from my collarbone to my jaw, from my jaw up to my lips, eruptions of tingles following. Our eyes were locked and he moved closer until our lips met. They were soft and my stomach fluttered as the kiss deepened— cupping my face he pulled me closer. I ran my hands through his curly hair and months of tension was released.

We pulled away, out of breath, heart racing. "I've been wanting to do that for a while" He breathed out, his voice rough. I smiled, "See, this is why fighting is good"

"I don't think that's the message to take from this"

-- Hey readers, I hope you enjoyed this, I am really looking to better my writing and if you feel you can help, I'd love to hear from you guys and hear what you want from my writing! I just finished my exams and I'm so happy because I can focus more on writing!! 

See ya! -SyliaSS