Small town, Big city✔️

Problems and more problems

It's been a whole week since Scott saw his dad, and we didn't have sex in that Dairy Queen. We're all doing the final packing for school and there's something that we all wondered, "Where is Marcy going?"

"Good morning everyone." Marcy said coming downstairs with all of her things. She was fully dressed and ready to go. While we were in our pajamas. "I'm really glad I got to meet all of you, but I've got to get going. Oregon State isn't going to wait for me." she said. "Well, then leave." Carr said angrily leaving the room. "He's not like that, ever. Marcy what did you do?" Jaz asked. "I'll tell you what she did Jazzy, she was using me, to make Stryker jealous. But of course, that didn't work." Carr has never been this angry. "I wore his jacket." she said. We were all stunned. "Captain Snorlax!" Fonzo said. Scott emerged from his room, "What the hell is going on?" he said rubbing his eyes. "Society code has been breached." Fonz informed. "Which one?" "Code #10041: Girls and Jackets." he continued. Scott's eyes were wide now, "Whose jacket? Did they let it happen?" he asked. "Mine Cap., and no. I made her remove it, but she refused. She claimed that she was one, but only because of you." Carr said angrily. "I really don't get why you're all so angry." Marcy said. "You don't get what? You the youngest of statuses with these boys and you're first to where the jacket." Haley spits. I got out of my chair and went up to my room. I returned shortly after, "She doesn't leave." I said racing back downstairs. I opened her bag to find each one of the boy's jackets and each of our shirts stuffed in her bag. Then I find something that I would've died without.

When Scott was still in Baltimore, he sent me a chain with the symbol on it, and a heart. He even had one to match. It is my most prized possession.

"You would never steal, from us. We gave you food, shelter, security. And you steal from us. Why?" I said putting on the necklace and putting the shirts and jackets on the couch. "Marcy, why would you do that?" Grayson asked. "All of you have been nothing but mean to me since I got here." she argued. "Because you're a bitch." Scott said in a question like tone. "You dated me for two years, and left me, for the hometown mechanic." she said. "All right listen here, I never broke up with her, but I did break up with you." Scott said. She just stood there, and smiled. "Marcy, how about you and me talk about this outside?" I asked. She nodded and marched toward the door. We make it outside and she starts talking. "I really don't get the problem." she said. "I do, it's you! All of us have gone through too much, faught to hard for that to all be wasted." I yelled, "Those jackets, shirts material that we really don't care about, but the symbol that is embroidered into each one, means more to each of than you will ever know." I said. I turned and started to walk away, "That boy in there, he's got to many friends. Back in Seattle he was a star, at everything; football, hockey, the works. He coins touched, but he comes here and he's a bad boy. He's not a bad boy!" she yelled. I continued to walk away. "He doesn't even love you, he brought me with him. What boy would do that to a girl he loves?" she laughed. I couldn't stand it anymore. I punched her in her perfect little face, and she wailed like a newborn baby. I beat her until she bled. I walked away from her bloody face. "Don't ever come back!" I said to her, as she held her face and cried.

I walked back inside, and everyone stared at me, "What?" I sneered at them. They glanced at Scott, who walked toward me. "What? Stop staring at me!" I yelled. I ran up to my room, where I finally noticed that my hands where covered in blood. I almost killed Marcy, I heard the boys help her back in. I scrubbed my hands and crawled into my bed under my mound of covers. I cried for hours.

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"Mavy?" I heard someone say. "Mavy, are you okay?" someone sat next to me. "I'm fine." I mumbled. "So you're right hook is something to beware." he laughed. "She's okay, and going home in the morning." he continued. "I don't care about her!" I said. "Would you come out and talk to me?" he asked.

I slowly dropped the blankets, "Is that better?" I asked. "There's my Beauty." he said, wrapping his arms around my waist. We laid on my bed, "I'm sorry, I brought her. This is all my fault." Scott said. "You really don't have to be. I'm the one who almost killed her." I said. "I get it your scared and you really don't know how to deal with this, but I think you scored the baddest boy of them all, along with the hottest." he said trying to make me laugh. I laughed, "I'm glad to see you smile, Brown eyes." he said. "Why don't you call me one thing?" I asked him. "Because you're everything to me, and nothing could change that, not even you." he said kissing my forehead. "You really do love me, don't you?" I asked. "You are the best theift I know." he said. "You stole my heart." "You probably deserved it, Big City bad boy." I said. "Why do you call me that?" he asked. "You're a bad boy, from a Big City, but you'll always be mine." I said.

We fell asleep together in my bed and I no longer felt bad about what Marcy said, or even if I beat her within an inch of her life.