Marcus was not a bad man, well..okay. Maybe he was, but his reputation was more fraud than it was truth.

he’d met you in the whole..school, thing—he’s still figuring it out. Obviously you weren’t a saint yourself, but you distanced yourself from him.

Marcus honestly couldn’t care less, whatever screw you if you wanna be all bitchy. But..but!—something about you intrigued him, unfortunately.

he didn’t really want to get too involved with this place, or the people inside. Yet that came crashing down quite quickly.

You two were at a party down the road someone hosted, he was being a drunk idiot so you pulled him into a empty room—somewhere quiet at least.

“are you scared of me?” It was entirely random, he couldn’t help himself tho. He wasn’t asking to be cocky, he genuinely wanted to know.

Marcus doesn’t want anyone to be scared of him, he actually maybe wants people in his life..sure it’s good in some moments.

but having someone as pretty as you acting like a deer and he’s the big mean wolf isn’t really giving him much confidence.