The next few weeks passed slowly, but for the first time in a while, he didn't mind. After he returned to school, he realized someone, high up, had convinced the school board that he was sick and they let him do his tests and gave him a tutor to get him on the same pace with others.This person, he knew, but for some reason, never saw.Asides from that, Ace Danvers, his dear best friend, was in a relationship with someone, an Eleanor someone, he couldn't remember her last name, but she was a cheerleader that knew he was Aromantic, and had zero problems with it.On grounds of how good sex with him was.Marcos didn't need that part.Point was, currently, he was with the popular group. The whole deal. And many times, he was invited to parties, sleepovers, makeovers and as much as he didn't want to some times, he knew he needed it.He needed to learn how to be comfortable around him. In his skin. And he was learning, he knew most people didn't like him, but he didn't care anymore.He love
Marcos felt his eyes widen as he stared at her. The question striking his heart harder than anything ever had. His eyes studying her face, hoping to see any sign of her joking. Pranking him. Punishing him possibly.But it was so obvious that she wasn't joking. Or pranking. And it couldn't be a punishment if the question was truly genuine. In fact, she seemed quite upset that he was standing in front of her."I don't—" His chest was starting to hurt again, breaths finding it hard to leave his mouth. "I don't understand, Alex, I—" Marcos walked to her bed now, sitting on the stool beside her bed and held her hand and though he noticed the reaction on her face change to surprise, and something close to fear as he said, "It's Marcos. Eros. I'm your—"Boyfriend.Yet, he wasn't, was he? She had ended things with him. Cut him off. He couldn't even call himself her friend. So... So what was he?"Alex!"He watched as her eyes moved from him to the person entering the room, her dark orbs immed
Paris Holmes was many things, but he was never good with expressing his true feelings. There had never been a need for it. His Father, Sebastian, couldn't care less about him and his Mother, Elise, was too drugged to care as much as she would have wanted.But there was one person he could never pretend to. She always knew what he was thinking. Always knew how to get his real emotions out.And she couldn't remember any of that.At the beginning, he agreed to whatever she wanted. Space? He could do that. He could do without her, for a while. That was fine. And sometimes, he found himself staring at Marcos, following him, but never speak to him. Or say anything.He couldn't help the feeling that everything was his fault. That he always did things like this. Destroyed good things. Plus, he felt better being able to watch over him from afar.Many times, Marcos had gotten too drunk at the parties he went to and he was the one always taking him home. Or helping him out with his tests. Or pay
Paris stood outside Marcos' house, watching as his Mother tried standing from her wheelchair, an effort that had the now platinum blond with blue and pink tips haired male clapping happily causing him to let out a small chuckle.Elise had only found it hard to walk because she had bedridden for a long time, but lately, she seemed to be doing better, walking around the house with Marcos and Maria, Abuela always cheering her on with some Spanish dish that she knew his Mother liked.Everything seemed peaceful. Quiet. But... But it didn't feel complete. Looking at them, he realized many times that it felt like they were glamoured, that this was what everyone saw, felt, but deep down, they knew things wouldn't be the same, and what made it truly worse was the fact that they all knew she was alive, and well.But they could never reach out for her.It drove him crazy, and he knew Marcos felt the same, but it was okay for a while. Except now, with everything that had happened today, he neede
Lil Nas X ft Miley Cyrus- Am I dreaming?~"Hey," Alex felt a hand reach out for hers. Lighter than hers, but not... White, and when she looked at who it was, the face... Was all blurry, scratchy. The person laughed now. "Always so serious, A. Try relaxing sometimes,"Another one clamped itself on her shoulder, thicker, heavier causing her to look up. This person was... Fairer. Pale, in a sense. Their face was the same with the other person, their voice more mature than the one that spoke first. "Honestly, Parker, I already do enough frowning for both of us.""Who are you?" She heard herself ask, looking back at the other person seated beside her. "And... And why can't I see your faces?"They laughed at her now. "Maybe you don't deserve seeing our faces."Alex started. "No, I don't mean—"The one behind her bent to her ear, whispering, "Oh, Alex, always destroying everything she touches.""What —"Suddenly, they held her head, slamming it into a basin of water. Alex had no idea where
"When did you start caring about basketball?" Ace Danvers asked, his eyebrows furrowed. Finally, they had returned back to their natural state as the weirdo duo, away from the prying popular's, and Ace... Wasn't exactly happy with the information.Marcos Gomez, on the other hand, kept his eyes staring down at the court below him, his face filled with glee. His hair was packed in two pigtails, glittery green eyeshadow and peach coloured lipgloss, wearing a see through shirt, tucked into a high waist plaid skirt.His hair still had it's butterfly clips, his beauty almost blinding lately, though everyone around him noticed it more than he did. He was still... Shy, and uncomfortable with crowds, but it didn't stop him from joining in other school activities. Not the ones that put him in public eye, no, he was more of the community work type.That also, didn't stop people from trying to talk to him.It was no surprise that Marcos was the most beautiful boy in all of Wystwood High, but it w
Alexandra Parker stood, resting on the bonnet of a black sports car. Her head was still short, though now, some parts of it curled around her head, her glasses on while she had on a black shirt tucked into ash and black checkered pants with an ash coat over her shoulder and behind her were replicas of the one beside him.As he got closer, he found himself noticing every single new detail. She looked more... Free than he had ever seen on. Her shoulders relaxed, an uncaring look in her eyes. The aura radiating from her demanding obedience and awe from every single person.She was... Glowing. And he had no idea if that was a good or bad thing.When Marcos was close enough, he realized she had grown taller as well, the look in her eyes showing she noticed she was some inches taller than him. For the first few minutes, all they did was stare at each other, her looking as if she was noting some things about him before she said, "You look different than the last time,"Even her voice was dif
Paris Holmes was not the same as he was at the beginning of his Senior year and he still wasn't sure if it was a good thing or bad one. Once upon a time, his only problem had been self absorbed, completely empty brained people and a man that towered over him, reminding Paris that he belonged to him and there was nothing he could do about it.But now, his problems had changed drastically, one of them being more adamant than the others and this came as a person with the name of Alexander Parker.Paris had found out within a short period that Alexander had not even been in his real name, just the English version of it and all of his men and women referred to him as Alessandro Casio, the Don of the Italian Mafia and Carnefecina.It would have been hard for him to believe how dangerous the male could be if he hadn't experienced his cruelty himself. Alexander gave off the aura of a weakling, a coward most of the time which made it very easy for people to underestimate him, and most of the t