You and Marcus had a.. interesting relationship to say the least. You were the new girl at King's Dominion, and, unfortunately, was a rat. So was he. You two were like a set of kitchen knives, like a bullet and a gun. Even so, you were constantly shipped with him.

You're sat next to Marcus on the rooftop, sharing a weed blunt and talking about deep shit, like normal. Marcus hands you the blunt after exhaling a puff of smoke. "You ever think that.. maybe you don't deserve to be here?"