deadly class imagines

marcus- too mad

Marcus Lopez Arguello the one person who could successfully grind his way under your skin. You could never hate him, no matter what that boy did. Hell, he could throw you in front of a train.

But there were those times when he would do something unexplainably stupid, after all, it was Marcus.

This time he got you into his idiotic games once again and you were beyond pissed. So yo sat in detention, no words, no looks, nothing.

"Y/N please, we're already stuck in here you really wanna argue about this too", he complained ticking you off even more.

You'd had enough "Yes Marcus, I totally want to be here arguing with you. This is the first place I'd like to be."

He looked up at you with what seemed to be guilt and some sort of fright. He knew what was to come, he knew later this wouldn't matter. Hopefully.

"Look I know, I know you're upset with me but Y/N you're killing me."

You didn't meet his eyes, you couldn't. You knew you would've said something wrong.

"You know what this is one of the many times and many to come that I've put myself on the line for you to save your ass and what do I end up with detention with you", you said with a painful laugh.

It was only detention but this had been nearly the 4th time, shit gets old.

"I know, I know, and I'm sorry. I am", he sounded sincere.

You looked at him with a soft scowl, staring into his chocolate brown eyes. You couldn't do it, you couldn't be mad.

"It's okay", you said through your teeth. He smiled looking down at your lips.

"You really think you're about to get a kiss after all that? I don't think so Mr. it's gonna take a lot more than that to get back into my pants.", you joked as the boy sat with a pout.

"That's not fair either, quit", he was just too cute. He leaned in pointing a finger at his cheek, dammit.

You grabbed his jaw turning his head crashing your lips together, smiling into the kiss. Detention may not be all that bad.