Merrin and Marcus

"The way he dresses, he could be a model. He pulls off our hideous school uniform so well. Sleeves rolled up, tie half undone. Pant hems dragging on the floor and shoes scuffed. Hair, styled, yet messy. Looking scruffy, but in a gallant, knightly kind of way.
Mr Popular.
But, when I passed him in the hall, our eyes connected for just a tiny second. And in that one, tiny second, I saw it all."

I blend in. Some might call me a 'wall-flower.' I watch others, as they are oblivious to me. There is only one person that I wish would notice me. Him. We are together, in a way, but, . . . apart.
And when he does notice me, I'm NOT ready for it.


6. Entry 26

Entry 26

Ever since that time in the library, things have been different. Not too different, just a little change here and there.

He’s happy now. Marcus. The green fire in his eyes is still dim, but he smiles now. His friends don’t give him worried, side-long glances. He doesn’t miss class, or get into fights. Or smoke. His grades are slowly recovering. He sat in his usual place in Bio, but he often gets in trouble for turning around. When he turns around, he doesn’t talk. He just grins.

At me.

I blush a ridiculous tomato red every time, and remember to smile back before he turns around again. I’m happy that he’s back to his usual self. I think he just needed to talk to someone, and for them to listen. Really listen. Like I did, I guess. We haven’t talked since that time in the library. That’s understandable, though. He’s Mr Popular, and I’m not even noticed by two-thirds of our school population.

I wonder how his parents are going with their divorce.

I wonder how he’s going.

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