Detention With The Bad Boy

ⅩⅥ- Revelations and Secrets

EVERYONE at the table and out of the table who have heard Marcus' outburst, looked at him confused.

I stare at him in a way where I was questioning his sanity. Because right now, with how he's glaring at Ashton and with his hand gripping his food tray like it had done something terrible to him, I don't really think he's a-ok.

It seemed like everyone was still recovering from the shock of me and Ashton together since I can see people still gaping with their jaw slacked.

I gave Marcus a questioning fleeting glance right before I checked Ashton's reaction. His glory smile from earlier had dropped and his mouth is now pressed in a thin line, with a censorious eyebrow raised at Marcus. I could just imagine Ashton thinking : What the hell is his Problem?

Ashton lets go off my hand and he strolls coolly towards his bestfriend with knotted brows. "Are you okay, man?" He says, confussion clung onto his words.
The chatting and murmuring from the cafeteria slowly faltered as my boyfriend closes in on their quarterback's personal space.

Jeez. Why do I feel like something bad is about to happen?

"You're my problem." He spats, his usual control seem to have slipped. 

Ashton cocks his head backwards ; a gesture of being stunned or taken aback. He raises an eyebrow at Marcus and his lips twitch into a frown. "What the hell did I do to you?"

Yeah! What the hell did he do to you?

Everyone's gaze snapped back and forth from Ashton to Marcus, they seemed to be engrossed with the boys stand off. Even me, I just watched them since I'm not exactly sure with what's happening . . .

Marcus took three small steps towards Ashton and laughs a humorless laugh as he shook his head. "You fucking messed it up man." He said, his voice glacial and laced with irritation. I bit my lower lip as I rack my brain, thinking of a valid reason on why he's mad at my Ashton.

Nothing.

Ashton never mentioned a misunderstanding between them, so, what exactly did Ashton do?

Ashton didn't move a muscle, he stayed planted to where he stood, not slightly bothered or intimidated by Marcus. "I fucking messed up what?" He snaps, obviously pissed of the quarterbacks sudden bitchy attitude.

I don't blame him though, I already have half a mind to strangle him because of how he shot icy glares at my boyfriend who happens to be his bestfriend, mind you.

Someone from the table chuckled in amusement. Everyone followed the source of the happy bubble of laughter except for the Football's Quarterback and Football's Best Defense.

Joshua Villafuerte raises up his hands in defense and vaguely gestures for us to continue watching the pissing contest of the guys.

That dude. . . I can't even. . .

Chuckling in the midst of your friends fighting? That's just freaking weird.

"You stole my chance." Marcus snapped. His jaw clenches as his hand curls up into a fist. Don't tell me he's going to hit Ashton?

Ashton shakes his head side to side and presses his thumb and index finger on his temples with confusion written all over his face. "You know what Marcus, I can't recall my wrong doings towards you. Please enlighten us all, what chance I stole from you." He says, facing him again.

At that very moment, I had a gut feeling that a fight would erupt. I casually made my beside Ashton and gently placed my hands on his arms in attempt to maybe, calm him down.