Chapter 5- Marcus

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    I walked to class in a daze, the only thing on my mind was her.

    I can't stop thinking about her. I wish I would have asked her what her schedule was, I hope we have more classes together.

    The halls were empty everyone was already in class. I could skip, but I would hate for Coach to find out, he'll make me run laps until my legs give out.

    I walked into my history class, closing the door as quietly as possible, I tried to slip to my desk next to Sam in the back of my classroom. Mrs. Stanfield had her back to the door when I walked in, so I tried to get to my desk as quietly as possible in hopes that she wouldn't see me.

    I sighed. Good, she didn't see me.

    "Dude, where were you? I thought you ditched," Sam whispered, leaning over the side of his desk.

    "I was helping the new girl find her class," I whispered back.

    Sam's eyes got wide. "You saw her?" he asked, amazed.

    "Mr. Garret, it's nice of you to finally join us. I would appreciate if you and Mr. Michaels could save your conversation until after class," Mrs. Stanfield said without turning away from the board.

    "Sorry, Mrs. Stanfield," I apologized.

    Sam pulled his phone out of his pocket. I watched him type something, and then a felt a light vibration in my pocket. I made sure Mrs. Stanfield wasn't looking before I slipped my phone out of my pocket. A new message from Sam lit up my screen.

    Was she hot?

    Very.

    I replied. She's more than hot, she's breathtaking.

    Siiiick. Is she really the governor's daughter?

    Sam sent back. I rolled my eyes. Rumors really spread fast around here. I've heard so many different things about Nia, and none of them are even close to the truth. She's the governor's daughter, her dad's a professional basketball player, she's a supermodel. All lies.

    No, she transferred from Jefferson Heights.

    I left out the part about her being on scholarship. It's not my place to tell people how she got here, it's nothing she should be ashamed of, but it's also something she might not want everyone to know. And I know if I tell Sam, he'll tell Nick, and Nick will tell Crystal, and Crystal will tell whoever will listen, and before you know it the entire school will know.

    Does she have a boyfriend?

    I replied honestly.

    I don't know.

    Sweet, so she's free to be my prom date then.

    No!

    I wanted to scream, but I didn't. I just said,

    Cool.

    I put my phone away after that, not wanting to talk to him anymore. I spent the rest of the period figuring out how I could keep Sam away from Nia. I can't call dibs on her, like she's a toy or something, but I want to. I don't want her to date Sam.

    Sam's my best friend, and he's a great guy. Any girl would be lucky to have him. I just don't want Nia to be that girl.

    I want to date her. I want to hold her hand, and kiss her, and talk about books with her.

    But how am I going to do that?

    "So when are you going to introduce me?" Sam said as we walked out of class.

    "Introduce you to who?" I asked. Obviously, I know who he's talking about, but maybe if I pretend not to he'll drop it.

    "The new girl of course! You have chemistry together." Guess not.

    "Uh, well I don't really know her, and I'm not sure if we have any more classes together," I said making an excuse.    

    "Her schedule!" he said, an idea coming to him. "I can go find a copy of her schedule, maybe we'll have a class together."

    "And if you don't?"

    "Then I'll just magically be wherever her next class is," he reasoned.

    "You don't even know what she looks like—how are you going to know which girl is her?" This sounded like another one of his hair brain schemes, and he has a lot of them. Never fully thought out, usually ending in complete disaster, but I'm the idiot that always goes along with them. But not this time.

    I will not help him get the girl I want.

    "Of course, I'll know who she is. I've asked out practically every girl here, I'll know a new girl when I see her," he said confidently.

    "You're really a creep, you know," I told him. 

     "I prefer Casanova." He popped his jacket collar up.

    I scoffed, "You're so lame."

    He shrugged, beginning to walk backwards. "I've got to go get a new schedule. What was her name again?"

    "Nia," I told him. A warmth spread over me as I said her name.

    "Nia," he repeated. "That's a cute name."

    Yeah, it is.

    "Well, I gotta go. I'll see you at lunch," he called as he walked down the hallway.

    "See ya," I waved. Maybe I'll get lucky and they won't give him her schedule. But if Sam gets her schedule that means I can see it, and then I'll know when I'll see her again.

    And I do want to know when I'll see her again. I hope it's soon. Maybe I'll see her at lunch.

    I was putting my books in my locker, when someone put their hands over my eyes.

    "Guess who?" A familiar voice said in my ear.

    Whitney.

    Turning around, I removed her hands from over my eyes. "What do you want?"

    She stood tall in her unnecessarily high heels, her long legs cascaded out of her short skirt. She kept the first few buttons of her shirt undone, so you could catch a peek of her cleavage. She's hot.

    If this were a year ago all she would have to do is bat her hazel eyes at me, and I would do anything she wanted. But not anymore.

    "Why the sad face, Mar Mar?" she asked placing a hand on my arm, the old pet name making my skin crawl. God, I hate that name.

    "Don't call me that," I told her shaking her hand off. "And can you please stop telling people we're together—we're not, we broke up, remember?"

    She rolled her eyes, releasing a long sigh. "Yeah, yeah, I remember. When is this whole 'break up' thing going to be over anyway?"

    "Never," I said bluntly. I know I sound like I'm being a complete dick, but I'm, I swear. I've tried being nice and that didn't work, so now I have to be this way, but this doesn't seem to be working either. She just won't take a hint. I wish she would find another guy to latch onto.

    She laughed, "You have to be kidding me. Are you serious?"

    I nodded, "Yeah."

    "So you're just going to go to prom alone, then?" She asked with a raised brow, her arms folded across her chest.

    "Maybe," I shrugged. To be honest, I'd skip prom if I didn't think my mom would kill me. She loves special occasions.

    She rolled her eyes, not believing me. "Okay, Marcus. I know you're going through this whole existential life crisis right now, but don't go completely off the deep end," she said, straightening the collar of my jacket. "We can still go to prom together, even if we are broken up." She put air quotes around broken up, like I didn't just tell her we were.

    "I don't think that's a good idea, Whitney," I said reluctantly. It's actually a horrible idea, if we go to prom together she'll never let me go. Besides if there's even a tiny inch of hope that Nia is going to need a prom date, I want to be the one to take her.

    "Just think about it," she smiled. "I told the new girl she could sit with us at lunch today, so make sure to save a spot at our table. Hopefully she doesn't invite that freak Lavender to come too."

    "You met Nia?" I asked dumbfounded.

    "Yeah, Dean Nelson told me to greet her, you know student government bullshit," she explained. "Why, have you met her?"

    "She's in my chemistry class," I suddenly felt sick. "We're lab partners."

    "Oh, she's a nice girl. A bit urban. But nice enough," she sighed. "I should get going I have to meet Stacy and Crystal. I'll see you later, Mar Mar." She kissed me on the cheek, before she sauntered down the hall, her long brown hair swinging down her back.

    I rested my head on the cool metal of my locker. Nia and Whitney, together, this is going to be interesting.


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