Chapter 38: Marcus

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I'm miserable. 

And on top of being miserable I've been an ass to almost everyone I've come in contact with, including E.J, who I made cry last night.

"Bubby! Bubby!" he ran into my room like he always did. He wore a shiny black cloak and was waving a wand.

"What, E.J!" I yelled at him. "God, I've told you a million times not to barge in and you keep doing it! Can you just go away."

He stood on the platform by my bed staring at me. "I just wanted to show you my costume," his lip trembled. "But you're being a big fat meany!" he screamed before running out of the room.

I groaned collapsing back on my bed. Great, now I'm going to get in trouble.

Like clockwork, my dad came into my room. "Marcus, did you make your brother cry?" He asked knowing that I did.

"Everything makes him cry," I said, staring up at the ceiling. "He barges into my room without knocking everyday and I'm sick of it."

"That's no reason to yell at him, he was excited about showing you the Harry Potter costume Rosa made for him. He's been talking about it all day."

"Oh." I just wanted him to leave so I could be by myself. I looked at my phone screen again, it was empty. I had been texting Nia, each text growing more desperate, but she hadn't responded to any of them.

I tossed it on my side table and ran a hand over my face frustrated.

"Are you okay?" Dad asked. I felt the bed dip as he sat down.

"No," I answered honestly. "I'm not fine." Furthest thing from it actually.

"Talk to me about it," he commanded in that way that he always did when he knew I needed to vent about something.

"Nia saw me kissing Whitney, but I wasn't kissing Whitney, she was kissing me. And I'm an idiot and could barely even defend myself," I said barely pausing to take a breath. "Now she thinks that I'm some skeeze who was only using her because Whitney was away, but that's not true! I've been trying to text her and tell her, but she won't even text me back."

"Marcus," he said patiently. "Are you finished?"

"Yeah," I sighed. "I'm finished."

"You may not want to hear this but you have to give her some space."

He was right, I didn't want to hear it. "But I want to explain myself."

"I know you do, and you should. Because from what you just told me there's a lot that needs to be discussed, but if she's not ready to talk to you it's not going to go well," he explained.

"What if she never wants to talk to me again?" I asked fearfully.

He placed his glasses in his shirt pocket. "I don't see that happening. Let her cool down and try again tomorrow."

Ugh, but I want to talk to her right now.

"Fine," I grunted. If giving her a little bit of space is what it's going to take then that's what I'm going to do. I'm not going to be happy about it though.

He patted me on the shoulder. "It's all going to work out, trust me."

Mom came in with E.J holding her hand. His round cheekswere tear stained behind the wire rimmed glasses that were too big for his face. He was possibly the cutest Harry Potter I had ever seen.

"I think you owe someone an apology," she said, she hates it when I'm mean to him.

"Come here," I said holding my arms out for him. He crawled into my lap reluctantly. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. I just had a bad day."

"It's okay, I forgive you," he said. He gave me a kiss on the cheek. "If you're sad, you can have some of the ice cream Rosa got me."

I gave him a sad smile. "Thanks but I'm not hungry, maybe later."

"Wait, what happened?" My mom asked confused.

"I'll tell you later," said Dad standing up. "Come on, E.J, let's let Marcus be alone. Remember, give her space." He steered my mom out of the room, closing the door behind him.

And that's what I tried to do-- give her space. I stopped texting her because that was getting me nowhere, and I planned to talk to her during second period, but she wasn't there. Then I planned to talk to her at lunch but she wasn't there either.

I know she's at school today, Sam said he saw her. Granted, he also said that she basically bit his head off when he talked to her.

"You need to fix this thing between you and Nia and you need to fix it fast," he said as we sat down for lunch. "She's not acting like herself."

"What do you mean?" I asked concerned.

"Well, I tried to talk to her in first period and she basically told me to fuck off," he told me. "She's usually so nice, but she was not in a good mood."

Yikes, so I'm guessing she wouldn't be ready to talk to me either. "On a scale of one to ten how mad is she?"

"Eleven," he said bluntly.

Sarcastically, I muttered, "Great."

"Maybe she'll be so angry that she'll want to talk to you," said Nick. "Granted, there's a good chance she'll be yelling, but at least she'll be talking to you."

Any communication was better than no communication at this point. Stacy and Crystal sat across from me.

"Have you planned out what you're going to say to her?" Crystal asked.

"Sort of."

"Tell me."

"Well, I'm going to tell her what happened, and I'm going to apologize for not pushing her away." And I'm going to grovel...a lot. I sighed, "I just hope she forgives me."

"I think she will," said Stacy. "She's just angry right now."

"Have you talked to her?" Her and Stacy have become friends since she was here maybe she had told her something.

She shook her head. "No, sorry, I was hoping she would be here so I could. I haven't talked to Lavender either, I wonder where they are."

"Probably slashing Marcus' tires," Sam laughed. I glared at him, that's not funny. "Sorry, that was in poor taste."

"I just can't believe Whitney would do something like that," Crystal said in disbelief. "She knew you guys weren't together before she left."

Nick scoffed. "Hate to break it to you, but you're the only person who believes that. Your best friend is a psycho."

"She's not...she's not a psycho," said Crystal, but she didn't sound like she believed it.

Nick nodded. "She's totally psycho."

Crystal folded her arms across her chest. Stacy didn't jump to Whitney's defense but she said.

"I knew she wasn't over you, but I never expected her to stoop this low." Thinking about Whitney just started to piss me off. If she would have just stayed in Paris none of this would have ever happened.

I ate the rest of my lunch sulking about how miserable I was, but I'd spent all of my classes doing that. I needed to talk to Nia. I think I've given her enough space, at least, I hope I have.

She'd successfully avoided me all day, but I know she always goes to her locker after History. She stood at her locker putting her books away, she looked so sad. I hated that I made her feel that way, but I'm determined to make it up to her.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I went up to her locker. She didn't notice me at first, and I took those few moments to collect my thoughts. Apologize. Explain. Apologize again.

Apologize. Explain. Apologize again.

She closed her locker and every thought that I had completely went out of my head.

"Hi," I said.

She looked up at me. "Hi." I lost all train of thought as I looked at her. It's been less than twenty four hours, and I've missed her.

Wait, I had a plan. First thing, apologize.

"I'm sorry," I blurted out. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for any of that to happen, I had no idea she was going to be there. I mean she wasn't supposed to be there, I mean--" I stumbled over my words. "I'm not with her. I didn't kiss her, I don't even like her."

She looked up at me her expression blank.

"I'm sorry," I said again. This all went better in my head.

"You said that already," she sighed.

"I know--I know, I'm just so--," I stopped myself from apologizing again. "I tried to text you and tell you, but you didn't respond."

"I got them," she stated. "And I read all of them. It still doesn't make sense to me, why would she think that's okay."

"I don't know, we broke up before you got here," I tried to explain to her. "She's psychotic."

"That's not a good enough answer, Marcus," she sighed. "She obviously thinks you're still together."

"We're not," I swore to her. "I would never do anything to hurt you."

"But I'm already hurt," she said, "And I think it's best that you give me some space right now."

"Nia, please, don't do this," I begged. "I'm sorry, you have to believe me."

"Do you think I don't want to believe you?" she asked me with a frown. "I wish yesterday never happened, but it did, and now that's all I can think about. And I just need you to give me some time."

"Please, Nia..."

She shook her head, "I can't talk about this right now, Marcus."

She disappeared through the crowded hallway, leaving me standing by myself. I was at a loss for words, she didn't forgive me.

Why didn't she forgive me?

I explained everything, not very well, but I explained and I apologized multiple times. My heart thudded loudly in my chest, that was the only plan I had, and it didn't work. How am I supposed to get her back?

I hate Whitney. I hate her more than anyone or anything I've ever hated in my entire life.

Fuming, I walked down the hall expecting to go to practice, I was feeling the extreme need to hit something. But much like with Nia that didn't go as planned either.

Whitney waited for me outside of the locker room wearing her tiny shorts and tank top for cheer practice.

"Hi, Marcus," she grinned at me. She reached out to touch me but I stepped out of her reach. "What's wrong, Mar Mar?"

"What's wrong?" I fumed. "What's wrong? You can't get it through your head that we're not together! And now my actual girlfriend, Nia, who I really like by the way, won't talk to me!" I'm not even sure if she wants to be my girlfriend anymore.

"Why do you want to be with her anyway?" she asked. She laughed cockily, "What does she have that I don't have?"

"Everything!" I yelled. "She has everything that you don't have! She's prettier, nicer, and she's not crazy!" Nia's just an overall better person in all aspects.

She laughed menacingly, stepping towards me. "Now you're just trying to hurt my feeling," she got closer and closer, a smile growing on her face as she did so. "But it's a good thing she's not going to take you back."

"You don't know that."

She shrugged, "Yes, I do, because I'm going to make sure of it."

I glared at her, "Are you threatening me?"

Oh, Mar Mar," she fixed the lapels of my jacket. "Of course, I am. But it's not really a threat, it's more like a promise."

"I hate you."

She pinched my cheeks, "I don't care."

"By sweetie! Have a nice practice, I know I will."

I flipped her off when she turned around. She's truly one of the worst people I've ever met in my life.

She thinks she can just threaten me. Well, that doesn't intimidate me, she's already messed things up, what more could she possibly do.

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