Depression High

Chapter Six - Thursday

Marcus' P.O.V.

First Marty makes Emma feel like shit, then Sarah tells us to stop defending her. This week just keeps getting better and better. I really don't want to go to school today. But I'll never hear the end of Marty lecturing me. Speaking of Marty, I wonder if he's still mad at me.
Sitting up, I stretched out. I looked over at my clock. 'Damn, it's so early.' I thought tiredly. I honestly don't like getting up this early. I should consider letting Marty move in with me.
Getting out of bed, I grabbed my clothes off of my chair and slung them over my shoulder. I walked into my bathroom and got ready to take a shower. I swear if I find out Abigail did something else to Sarah, it won't end well. And there won't be anything she can say to stop me. Although, I hope it doesn't have to come to that.
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Parking outside of the apartment complex Marty lives in, I got out of my truck. Walking up the stairs and stopping in front of his door, I knocked. I didn't expect him to answer it so fast. He looked up at me with his sleepy face. He looked like he had been crying too.
"You okay buddy?" I asked in concern. "Mhm...just a little tired." he said, yawning. I ran my hand through his hair and pulled him into a hug. "You know I didn't mean what I said yesterday, right?" I asked. He nodded.
I walked into his apartment with him. I looked down in shock, noticing that Marty had already gotten dressed. "How long have you been up?" I asked in a worried tone. "Since yesterday." he replied, rubbing his eyes. "What?!" I exclaimed in surprise.
Did I really scare him that bad? "I know you apologized, but I've never seen you that upset." he said, yawning again. "Marty, you don't need to go to school today." I demanded. "But Marcus...I don't wanna miss school." he whined. I gave him a worried look.
Then, I suddenly came up with an idea. "I'll stay here with you." I said reassuringly. Although he was sleepy, his face brightened up a little. "Really?" he asked. I nodded before picking him up and carrying him to his bed.
I put him down and climbed in behind him, wrapping him up in his blanket. I was surprised when he turned around and moved closer to me. I was about to ask why he did it until I noticed he had already fallen asleep. I really didn't mean to scare him. Guess I have to make it up to him.
I pulled him a little closer. This brings back memories...bad memories. Abigail crying herself to sleep in my arms. Abigail becoming popular. Abigail...backstabbing me.
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I don't remember falling asleep, but when I woke up, Marty was looking up at me. Yawning, I sat up and looked over at the illuminated clock he had. It was around the time everyone started getting out of school. I heard a low grumble and glanced down at Marty, who looked embarrassed. Poor thing must be hungry.
"You wanna go get some lunch?" I asked. "From?" he asked, sounding skeptical. "Your choice. As long as it's affordable." I said, standing up. "Oh, I know just the place!" he exclaimed, grabbing me by the wrist. "Lead the was Captain." I said, allowing myself to be dragged to my truck.
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I know I said affordable, but I didn't know he would choose McDonald's. The drive was pretty quiet. I was actually about to relax until I saw something. Sarah and Abigail walking next to each other. And it looks like they're...holding hands?!
I pulled my truck to a halting stop, making Marty yelp. I rolled down my window and looked in their direction. "Yo Sahara!" I yelled, calling Sarah by the nickname I gave her. Sarah jumped and looked in my direction. Abigail glared at me, still holding Sarah's hand.
"Sarah...explain." I demanded in a low voice. Sarah went to say something but Abigail stopped her. "We live in the same neighborhood. Just wanted to walk her home as an apology." Abigail explained. Sarah gave me an apologetic look. What the hell?
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I looked at Marty, who was quickly gobbling down his chicken nuggets. "You ordered a kids meal...?" I asked in disbelief. Marty pouted childishly at me. "Whaaat? I like kids meals. Makes me feel young." he said. "You are young." I said.
He went to say something but stopped. He had a surprised expression on his face. "Something on my face?" I asked. "You didn't tie your hair up. I've never seen it down before." he said, pointing to my hair. Soon after, a strand of hair fell in my face.
So that's why my neck felt weird. "Can I touch it?" he asked, catching me off guard. "What, why? It's the same as yours." I said. "But your hair is longerrr!" he whined. "Ugh, fine." I said, leaning over the table.
He ran his hands through my hair like a child. "It's so soft!" he exclaimed. "Yeah, tell me about it." I said. Suddenly, he put his face in my hair. "It smells good too." he mumbled through my hair.
A woman walked up to the table and cleared her throat, making Marty jump. "This is a public place." she said, folding her arms. "Oh, sorr-" I stopped Marty. "Sorry, I didn't know you were the manager." I said in an annoyed tone, making the woman glare at me and storm off. Jeez, people these days.

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