𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼, 𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼..

𝓗𝓲𝓰𝓱 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵 | 𝓝𝔂 - 8𝓪𝓶 Marcos was the class clown — loud, annoying, and always full of energy. But somehow, his favorite target was you.

Every day, without fail, he found a new way to get on your nerves. Little comments. Dumb jokes. The occasional paper ball thrown when the teacher wasn’t looking. And today was no different.

The classroom buzzed with idle chatter as everyone waited for the teacher to arrive. You sat in your usual seat, flipping through your notes, trying to ignore the quiet snickers coming from behind you.

-- “Look at her acting all serious,” Marcos whispered to his friends, barely hiding his grin.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t say anything. You had gotten used to it — or at least, that’s what you told yourself. Still, it stung a little. You clenched your pen tighter, pretending not to hear.

Minutes passed. His voice faded.

Eventually, the laughter stopped. But his eyes didn’t.

Marcos wasn’t laughing anymore. He had gone quiet — unusually quiet. He was just… watching you. Something unreadable flickered in his gaze. You didn’t notice it, too focused on reviewing for the quiz that was supposed to happen later.

And then it happened.

Someone slid into the empty seat beside you. You looked up and saw a guy you recognized from your science class — Liam. Friendly smile, laid-back energy. He leaned in just enough to catch your attention without invading your space.

--“Hey, is this seat taken?”

--“No, go ahead,” you replied, surprised by how easy it felt to talk to him.

You started chatting. About the test. About how boring this class was. About anything, really. Liam was easy to talk to, and for the first time all day, you felt like someone was actually paying attention to you, not making fun of you.

Meanwhile, behind you, Marcos stared.

His smile was long gone.

His jaw clenched. His leg bounced impatiently under the desk. And when Liam laughed at something you said — that real kind of laugh — Marcos narrowed his eyes in a deadly glare that could burn a hole through the back of the guy’s head.

--“What’s so funny?” he muttered under his breath.

He didn’t understand why it bothered him so much. You were just a classmate. Just someone he teased for fun. Right?

Then why did it feel like something was shifting?

He looked at you again, this time quieter, more focused. For the first time, he realized: maybe you weren’t just the girl he picked on to pass the time...