Marthe Woertman Imagines

True Colors

🌀 represents the "pretty" girl

Marth and I hung out all the time outside of school. We were best friends but decided to not be close in school not wanting too much attention and unwanted gossip. Most people in school knew I was openly bisexual but I was also one of those quiet people so no one really bothered me. Marth was mostly closed off to people she wasn't close to which is pretty much everyone but me. After school today's when we were at a cafe together Marth comes close and talks softly saying "Hey I need you to do me a favour.." I eye her suspiciously and question "What is it exactly?" "Well I've heard 🌀 gossiping behind my back about how she's going to ask me out." Marth starts leaving me in suspense. "Well your not gonna date her right?" I always had a crush on Marth but never thought about it enough to get myself hung up on the thought. "Well no but I do kinda want to see her true colors in person." Marth reassures me that she won't be dating a self cantered bitch. "Well what exactly are you implying I do?" I say squinting my eyes at her. "Well I want you to ask her to be your friend just before she comes up to me to ask me on a date." Marth says fast scared of how I would react. I don't say anything for a few moments which makes Marth start to get nervous. But after a while I sigh and say "You know how much I hate
confrontation..but ok fine I'll do it for you..I'm kinda curious how you'll turn her down🤔." Marth then smiles at me grateful that I would do this for her even thought I would hate every second of it.
Next day it was the end of the school day and everyone was at their lockers putting away books so they could head home. I then spot 🌀 walking down the hallways with a determined strive. Before she can walk too far away I call out to her and block her path towards Marth "Hey um I was just wondering if you would wanna be friends?" I ask fully hating every word coming out of my mouth rn. "Excuse me but I'm not interested you fag." She says with disgust in her voice and her face showed it too. "I didn't ask for a date I asked to be friends." I retort not wanting to be friends with anyone like her but also kinda offended she called me a fag, that was totally uncalled for. "Same difference. Now fuck off I have something important to do." I didn't try to talk back after that but instead of stepping out of the way she shoved me over to the lockers. Before anything else I looked over at Marth who had rage in her eyes. No one else would notice but I knew Marth for a long enough time to know what rage looked like even hidden. I was thankful her gaze met mine before she did anything too rash, I gave her a calm look to say I'm ok and to not over do it. The rage in her eyes calmed a bit but I could tell she was still ticked off. She was always so protective of me. Dang that bitch pushed me kinda hard, I was so concentrated on Marth I didn't realise that some people were staring at me..Hmm maybe me crashing into the lockers was kinda loud. But instead of caring about them watching me I saw the scene before me unfold. 🌀 walks up to Marth not acknowledging how pissed Marth looked at all and says "Hey so um I was thinking maybe we could go out on a date this weekend?" She says with a smirk and a 'innocent' tone. I rolled my eyes at how fake she was. Marth raised a brow already annoyed and said "How about no. I'm not interested in you at all anyways." Marth says simply with a stern look. 🌀 scoffs and walks off saying "Bitch." Marth makes eye contact with me once again and I knew she so badly wanted to punch her pretty face but I gave her a stern look to say no knowing she could get expelled if she did. Marth balled up her fists and restrained. But it's ok for the rest of our sch years Marth kept ignoring and turning down 🌀 and each time she had the audacity to ask she would get humiliated in front of the whole school. 'No one messes with my soulmate😡.' Marth thought everytime 🌀 tried to ask her out again and again.