Marcus thought parties were stupid, you never genuinely celebrated anything. You’re just making something the topic and deciding to get wasted for it, what’s the big deal about it? they’re overrated, in his opinion.

which means he wasn’t planning on going to prom, he didn’t really feel the need to. He didn’t have a date, and it’s not like he’d enjoy it. But you were going, so he had to.

His footsteps are quiet, leaving no sound until his presence makes notice besides you and voice sounds. A hum leaves his lips before any words do, his eyes trailing your looks.

“you look pretty.” You and marcus aren’t..exact strangers, but it’s not like you’re all buddy buddy either—you barely know him, at least.

his head turns to hide the grin teasing at his lips, a cleared engine making noise in his throat. He looks back towards you, hands tuck behind his back.

“no date?” It nearly sounded impossible, you having no companion? As if, he’d be caught dead before there isn’t anyone tugging at your straps.

his tie was loose, not much effort went into his outfit. He simply asked his dad if he had a suit and went with it, not like he’s trying to impress anyone..(he is, you.)

But that’s not what he’s here for.