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.


8. Entry 30

Entry 30

At first, the school was in shock. They had their collective mouths open like stunned mullets. Then, one or two people gathered their wits about them. After that, the rumour mill went into overdrive.

And I mean overdrive.

Let me put it into perspective. Say, there is a grapevine. A grapevine that thrives on whispered comments. Well, the grapevine that lives at our school would have grown twice as tall as Jack’s beanstalk by now.

The walk in the rain with Marcus was two months ago. We strolled around town all afternoon, while it bucketed down around us. Hand in hand, we walked. It was wonderful.

I payed for it the next day, though. I had the most horrendous cold, and had to stay home from school for half the week. All the while, my mind was milling around and around in the same circles.



Marcus . . .

So, I turned up to school, still sniffly, after Mum kicked me out of my warm bed. To my utmost surprise, Marcus was waiting at the front gate for me. It still makes me blush to remember what he said.

“Good morning, Merrin.”

“Ah, g-good morning.” He was grinning at me, green eyes on fire. He had something up his sleeve. I knew that look on his face.

“Weather seems to be lovely today. Such a pity,” he said.

I smiled a small smile. “I do like the rain.” People within earshot tittered at my reply. But what he said next shut them up.

Marcus gazed at me intensely. “Merrin, I have thought long and hard about this, and I would like you to seriously consider the question I am about to ask you next. Okay?”

“Um, alright,” I said, unsure.

“Would you like to go out with me?”

I blinked. “What?” The word echoed around my mind. What . . . what . . . what?

He smiled. “Would you like to go out with me?”

I blinked again, trying to comprehend the words that just came out of his mouth. Then, I surprised myself.

“Yes,” I said. “Yes, I would.”

Marcus grinned, green eyes glittering. “Wonderful.” He held out his hand. “Would you like me to walk you to class? The bell’s about to ring.”

“Sure,” I said, taking his hand. It felt different; not slick with rain. But it was still soft and warm.

So that’s how it happened. And pretty soon after, everyone went nuts.

But I didn’t care; because I was with Marcus.

A stupid, not to mention girly attitude, I know, but it’s the truth. All the whispered words and accusing glares just didn’t bother me anymore.

For the first time, in a long time, I was happy to come to school.

Because I could see him.

So, I’m sorry to say, but this is my last entry. I don’t need you anymore. I don’t need to write down my thoughts on paper, because all my thoughts were only ever centred around one person. And now, that person’s thoughts are centred around me.

I’m happy.

Thank you, Marcus.

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