ℂ 𝕙 𝕒 𝕡 𝕥 𝕖 𝕣 T h r e e - 𝕊 𝕖 𝕔 𝕠 𝕟 𝕕 𝕆 𝕡 𝕥 𝕚 𝕠 𝕟
(Starting this chapter, things are cringey so please prepare a bleach to yourselves.)
And basically I never update cause school makes me feel horrible I don't even wanna get started.
I was getting closer to the part where I slay Ludo and his henchmen when I feel a hand tug on my duvet and before I knew it my eyes flutter. My eyes roamed to find Marco standing in front of my mattress, looking at me intently with the duvet on his other hand.
I eyed him in annoyance. "Marco! I was having a really great dream and you woke me up before I could even see the ending."
Isn't that everyone's pet peeve? Like when things get interested you just suddenly "wake up." I threw a fit but Marco just doesn't bother and releases the hem to fall on my bed.
"You're lucky I always wake you up."
"Well," I trailed off, trying to fire something back as retaliation, but fail and I bit my lip. "---well shut up, Marco Diaz."
He shakes his head, a small smile appearing his face. "Come on. We have a class to go."
"Fine," I grumbled under my breath and got off my bed, the warm, soft comforts of my own bed.
"You're so grumpy early in the morning," he bumps his shoulder with mine.
"I swear I'll wake up earlier than you and get back at you," I eyed him in mischief. "---I could chant a Narwhal Blast on you."
-Homeroom-
"So we're going to have our school trip by the 25th," our homeroom teacher pipes up, a grin plastered on her lips. "---and this 20th would be a school party due to our football team winning."
Everyone eyed at me and Marco, to which Marco sheepishly smiled, rubbing the nape of his neck. I mean, we could have died, then again, we didn't.
We took that as the moment to squeal and round up in cheers. I bit my lip, trying to contain the wide grin forcing up my lips as I do little hops on my seat.
This is sooo fun!
. . .
While walking towards home, I kicked a pebble on the way and clutch on the straps of my bag. I opened my mouth, breaking the silence that lingered between us.
"So Marco, who are you going to ask to the dance?"
Somehow I feel nervous. I think I know but still. I shake my head, ignoring the weird churn in my stomach.
"Well," he trailed off, eyeing me with a small smile. "---it obviously would be Jackie, although I don't think I stand a chance."
I bit my lip, but then released a sigh. "You'll be fine. I'm sure of it."
"How about you?" he glanced at me.
"Well, oh you know," I rambled, my tone a pitch higher than usual. "---Oskar. I mean he's totalllyy cool."
He nods, grinning. "Well let's just hope things go our way."
I smile, even though it wasn't really reaching my eyes. I was lying to myself. I feel horrible about it. I was somehow hoping that Marco would get rejected. But I responded with. "Yeah."
-School Time-
"Oohhh I'm nervous!" he frantically spoke, eyes alarmed as he walked in circles with hands clutch to his hoodie.
