CHAPTER 4:
Just for me.
Marian

"So I'm guessing this means I've lost my chances, huh?" Miguel guessed, sitting in the nurses office and I sat beside him on an empty bed.

"Why would you think that?"

"I know you don't like fighting, and I'm pretty sure I kicked Kylers ass and his friends," Sure, I was shocked, but he did do it for me.

"Hey!" I shouted, making my way over to Kyler.

"I warned you, and you still didn't listen," I hissed at Sam.

"Warned her? You fucking bitch," Kyler got closer to me.

"What? What are you going to do, huh? You going to hit a girl? Oh, mommy and daddy would appreciate your second offense, wouldn't they-agh!" Kyler grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked it, bringing me down to the ground on my ass.

"Marian!"

"Hey!" And the next thing I knew, Miguel was beating the absolute shit out of Kyler while Samantha helped me up.

"You didn't do it to be cool, you did it because Kyler is an asshole and put his hands on me. And I'm pretty sure Samantha appreciated it too," I went to place my hand on his, but froze when I actually saw his hand and just placed it beside his.

"What's wrong?" He noticed.

"N-nothing," I lied.

Look at you.

You want a relationship with this sweet boy and yet you can't even hold his hand?

Pathetic.

"Are you sure?"

Just tell him.

Give him an ultimatum.

If he runs, then it wasn't meant to be.

"I. . .I'm sorry. . .I'm terrified of people touching me," I admitted, almost feeling a weight starting to lift off my shoulders since I wouldn't dare tell the girls this.

"I was really young when I was diagnosed, and it's very hard for me to get close to people. I just wanted you to know," And I awaited for him to possibly say he can't deal with someone who has to wait.

That he can't deal with someone with mental illness.

"But you're friends with-"

"We're not friends," I cut him off, "it's a transaction. They get what they want from me and they stay for my company."

"But they don't think that it's like that."

What?

"Moon and Sam seem like they really care about you. They're not there for a transaction, they're there because you're their friend. I think they just don't touch you because you've told them you don't like it, and they respect that boundary."

I've. . .had friends?

All along?

"And you don't think it's pathetic? You don't want to leave now?" I asked, barely meeting his eyes but they drew me in. They're warm and beautiful, and it brought me comfort to look in them.

I've been abandoned before.

"You've opened up, and you're being vulnerable with me. It's a good thing, and if I haven't lost my chance, do you think I can take you out this Saturday?" He asked with a smile on his face, and I felt my heart quicken just at the sight of it.

"I think you can," I grinned.

"Great! I'll pick you up-wait, I don't have a car," He groaned.

"Then I'll pick you up. Where do you want to go?" I asked.

"Can it be a surprise?"

"Of course."

Is this it?

Am I actually going to have something meaningful?

And will I be able to handle it?

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Hope you've enjoyed! Should the date be at Golf 'N Stuff or something that caters more towards her style and interests?