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[sub][color=B02727]Marcos Kingsley[/color] [color=silver]&[/color] [color=face75]Ellie Roberts[/color][/sub]
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[indent][indent][color=silver]Fed up. 

Marcos Kingsley was fed up. 

This merge was nothing but hell for him and now? Now he had to go to a party he didn’t want to be at to make sure no one touched his sister inappropriately. She was [i]so[/i] lucky Christian was only a couple blocks away, which was nothing while riding his bike. If there was something Trixie would never fail at, it was being a self-serving, manipulative brat. On top of her sneaking out, which somehow he’ll get blamed for, her face was on someone’s story saying she’d skinny dip if she lost in a drinking contest. 

Maintaining balance and control, while still seemingly defying gravity, Marcos increased his acceleration on his [url=https://images.triumphmotorcycles.co.uk/media-library/images/motorcycles/roadsters-supersports/street%20triple%202020/street%20triple%20rs%202020/street-triple-rs-20my-handling--crosslink-cardv2-500x325px.jpg]Street Triple R[/url]. Keenly aware of his morality, yet enjoying embracing his surroundings of the suburban heights of Columbus and all the senses that riding a motorcycle invokes, the prideful Lion moved his body with the machine, leaning when he needed to. 

There was a visceral physical pleasure whenever he took the moment to go out, just him and his bike. The wind rushing through, over, and around him, and how much he had to put his hands and feet to work was addictive. There have been many weekend days he spent just riding around all day and only thinking about his journey on the road. If he could ride his bike and leave all his issues behind, he would, but then his parents would give him grief, making him feel like he was irresponsible, aimless, and careless. A Kingsley had to keep their image, their reputation, and their future in mind always. If they didn’t, they risk disgracing their family name.   

Thinking about all the things that went wrong this week, like Colin starting unnecessary drama because he can’t get over the fact that they grew apart or Marcos running into all the exes he hurt in middle school, wasn’t worth his time and energy. He [i]changed[/i] and whether people believe that or not was their own prerogative. The soccer player wasn’t going to lose sleep because people can’t get over themselves. Their grudges are their own obstacles. He was here to graduate and leave this all behind him. The prospect of him enjoying his senior year was growing more bleak by the minute. 

Finally arriving and pulling up in Christian’s driveway, Marcos pulled off his helmet to meet the eyes of people sitting in the front having an intimate conversation and drinking out of red cups. The guy didn’t know he was, but the girl’s eyes widened, “Marcos?! You came!”  

[color=B02727]“Yeah,”[/color] He acknowledged while securing his bike in place and fastening his helmet. Instead of striking up a conversation, he let their voices drown out in the background, as he went through the side gate to get to the party. He had never been to Christian’s house because they weren’t necessarily friends, especially after the whole player phase Marcos went through. The jock didn’t want to assume his sister was inside or outside even if ten minutes ago she was inside. Worst case, he could ask around and try to leave as quietly as he entered. 

That, of course, was hopeful thinking. The second Marcos found himself in the backyard, by the bouncy house, the flock of thirsty drunk girls were quick to make their move. Some knowing him and some just seeing a very, very hot guy. 

“Who’s that?” Sitting on a lounge chair, by the bonfire, a strawberry blonde with kittenish eyes surveyed the new addition to the party. Taking a sip of her cranberry vodka, she leaned back in her seat and shook her head, “No one has the right to be that fucking fine.” 

The girl beside her, with glasses and braids, rolled her eyes at her friend and unethustically commented, “Marcos Kingsley. One of three golden boys. You remember Aiden? Yeah, the one over there. They’re best friends. Yeah, yeah, yeah I know. Fucking fine as hell. Well, they’re assholes. The third golden boy was the only reason why most of us could tolerate them, but now he’s gone. If you knew these two in middle school, they were [i]trouble[/i]. I’d suggest staying away. Who knows how he’ll be without Richie!” 

How unfun. “I like [i]trouble[/i],” The Rosefell cheerleader protested, twirling her hair as she watched the man candy walk around, searching for something. “I’m going to say hi.”

“Do what you want, but you can’t say I warned you,” the Liberty High theater kid aggressively took a bite out of her smores, watching her new friend be stupid and try to flirt with the lost cause. 

Stopping in his tracks, Marcos found his path blocked with a girl with a bikini top on and a skirt. With clear intentions in her eyes, she stepped forward and introduced herself, “Hey handsome, my name is Paris. Where are you going in such a rush?” 

This was his curse. Inhaling in, exhaling out, Marcos replied with a fake, yet charming smile, [color=B02727]“Hey Paris, cute name,”[/color] He didn’t want to get a girl mad already, but he wasn’t here to flirt. He was here to get his sister and [i]leave[/i]. [color=B02727]“I’d love to chat but real talk, I’m just here to find my sister, so excuse me.”[/color] The stranger tried her best to put her body against his chest and coerherce him to forget his task, but Marcos was not having it. He was here for one thing and one thing only. No thot could stop him. 

Pretending to give in, Marcos leaned into her body and placed his hand on her chin, bringing it up for her to look at him. This move ended up startling her, because seeing him up this close and personal was more than she could handle. Stumbling back, Paris accidentally bumped into a group behind her. The person she walked into dropped their drink on the floor. By the time she apologized and went to look back at the jock, composed and ready, pushing the itch away, in the back of her mind, he was gone. 

Where the hell did he go? 

Sighing, relieved he got away, Marcos walked by the pool and continued his search there. This party was more busy than the stories on social media gave credit for.  After being here for a couple of minutes, he already knew he wanted to go home. The peacefulness of the living room was more welcomed than the chaos of the first party of the year. Gradually turning his head to the water, he fished around, surveying faces. 

Ellie found herself propped up against the fence, shoes discarded next to her and toes digging into the plush green grass as she nursed the joint in between her thumb and index finger. Something about being under the influence heightened every other sensation and at the current moment nothing was more satisfying than her bare feet feeling the rich soil underneath her. She breathed out large puffs of smoke whilst the rest of the party moved on around her.

As her eyes grew more red and brain grew more foggy, she tried to mask out the emotions that seemed to front in her brain as a result of her interaction with Rico. Anger, sadness, frustration, longing- all unresolved feelings that came on in waves every time she saw his face. The weed could only dull so much of her grief, so she let her eyes search for a distraction, [i]anything[/i] to brighten her mood. 

This alleviation came in the form of a tall, dark, and handsome male who strutted into the party clearly attempting to find someone or something. Ellie was too oblivious to notice his intentions, and was simply excited to see Marcos arrive. With a giddy smile and laugh, she clamored to her feet and called out his name across the pool. [color=face75]“Marcos! Marcos you made it!”[/color] The brunette waved. 

Before the ungodly hot son of the junior senator of Ohio could find his ex and Theo Van Cise in the pool, his attention was ripped from the turquoise water to a Sunflower beaming at him. Ellie! Probably the only good thing about Rosefell was this girl right here. Boy was he glad to see her in a crowd of strangers, enemies, and nobodies. 

With not a second to waste, he strode to the otherside of the pool where she was, [color=B02727]“Yeah, I guess I did.”[/color] When he was inches away from her, he surveyed her mannerism, outfit, and expression, and immediately picked up the scent of weed off of her. This wasn’t something he expected from her, but he didn’t hate it. It was just a different take on the adorable Ellie Roberts. 

Smiling at her, the hard exterior dropping in the presence of this ray of sunshine, Marco laughed,  [color=B02727]“I can see you’re having a good time. If there’s anyone that deserves a break, it’s definitely you. And—”[/color] His hand gestured to her display, [color=B02727]“— you look great, El.”[/color] His dark gaze did get carried away, distracted by her midriff, but he was quick to not let that linger, out of respect for his friend.  [color=B02727]“Trying to impress anyone?”[/color] He coolly teased. 

The brunette blew a raspberry with her lips, rolling her eyes before emitting a giggle. [color=face75]“Oh please, I just threw this on because Lil told me I should.”[/color] Ellie replied, not noticing the death stares and glares she was getting from the envious belles of Liberty and Rosefell. [color=face75]“I am having a good time though!... Well, mostly.”[/color] She corrected herself before motioning Marcos to come closer, whispering to him quietly [color=face75]“This is my first time getting high, you know. It’s weird, but I like it.”[/color] 

It was in this moment that Marcos put the search for his sister in the back of his mind, completely engrossed in how cute Ellie was acting. Even when she brought up his ex, he didn’t seem bothered by it because she was just so captivating in this light. Ellie was naturally a delight, but with the weight of the world off her shoulders and her acting so free and in the moment, the grumpy jock found himself chuckling with her. He couldn’t handle her like this. She was just so goddamn cute. Her usual optimism he found so attractive and interesting was cranked up to ten. He was [i]weak[/i] to this artsy, klutzy, and accepting dork. 

Marcos Kingsley felt a burning sensation he hadn’t felt for years. Actually, the last time he was this intrigued was with Lilith. Looking around at the jealous girls surrounding them, the jock devilishly smirked. Maybe it was a good idea for him to come to this party. Glancing at her, with their faces inches away, watching her pull away, Marcos smugged, [color=B02727]“Is that so? Well if you like it, then you should keep at it.”[/color] Not wanting to fully enable her, he playfully poked her nose,  [color=B02727]“But in moderation, okay? Or you’ll be seeing my face a lot more,”[/color] he flirtatiously winked.   

Heat struck Ellie’s cheeks, a rosy-ness appearing across her features that complemented her freckles. It was quite common for her to get flustered in the presence of those she admired, quite possibly moreso whilst under the influence, and she’d be lying if she didn’t admit that she liked Marcos just a smidge. She vividly remembered the first day he walked into the Yellow Rose Diner and knew that his chiseled face would be one that she would soon not forget. [color=face75]“Don’t worry, I will. Scout’s honor.”[/color] She saluted playfully, [color=face75]“I wouldn’t mind seeing your face more though, you’ve rarely showed up at the diner lately...”[/color] Ellie commented, jutting out her lower lip pouting. [color=face75]“Who else am I going to give free milkshakes to?”[/color]

Deceased. 

Was Eleanor Roberts flirting back? If she was, Marcos was [i]feeling[/i] it and if he continued thinking what he was thinking, this probably would result in something they’d both regret. Not letting his imagination get carried away too much, Marcos laughed, [color=B02727]“Hey, I’m sure there’s plenty of boys out there that want a taste of your milkshake.”[/color] Did he actually just say that? A genuine, sweet blush washed over him. The Golden Boy was quick to divert the girl’s attention to a small group playing with a giant jenga set, [color=B02727]“Oh look, drunk jenga. Want to play?”[/color] 

Like a puppy that had just seen a squirrel, Ellie’s gaze immediately followed over to their classmates huddled in the corner laughing and cheering. That looked like fun! The brunette nodded vigorously, [color=face75]“Ooh yes, let’s go!”[/color] quickly grabbing hold of Marcos’ muscular arm and pulling him towards the game.[/color][/indent][/indent]