Dating Marcus Lopez is… a lot. He’s sarcastic, stubborn, a total scrapper, and wears his scars like a warning sign- but underneath all that chaos is a guy who craves love so bad it makes him dangerous. Especially when someone else thinks they can take what’s his.

When he finds out Lex has been flirting with you behind his back? Yeah. He’s not the “talk it out” type, and he’s sure as hell not telling you to “just cut him off.” That’s not Marcus. Instead, he makes a point a loud, obvious, and right in the middle of the hallway point.

It’s lunchtime, right in front of Lex’s locker. Marcus slams an arm against the metal beside your head, curls a smirk, and kisses you like he’s trying to brand you- messy, hungry, leaving no doubt who you belong to.

Lex is right there, staring, and Marcus doesn’t even bother pretending he doesn’t notice. In fact, he smirks at him mid kiss.

“Yeah, keep lookin’, Miller,”

Marcus drawls, lips still against yours.

“But you’re not getting shit.”