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Besides the Lockers

Truth be told, Blaine hadn’t stopped thinking about Marley since he had dropped her off at home. Just because he had a reputation to uphold didn’t mean he couldn’t spare that girl any head space. And in the last few hours, that’s all she was doing in his head. One friendly encounter and already the guy was pathetically fixed. It lead to a lot of boxing and loud music to drown the thoughts out so he could finally get himself wasted before passing out on the sofa. One of the pro’s that came with the overall life of having parents that constantly worked was no one would walk in on you in your alcohol coma.

It didn’t stop the hangover from hitting the next morning. Not by a long shot. The temptation to just stay home and sleep was definitely there when Blaine dragged himself up the stairs to shower, but since he knew better then to raise suspicion in his parents from lack of attending school so often, he also dragged himself to go. Didn’t mean he had to attend class. It only meant he could steal someone’s lunch as if this was middle school and pig out under the bleachers, as he so often did. And it somewhat helped his pounding headache. At least it was tolerable. So when the second period bell rang, his head didn’t feel as if it was being knocked about with lots of rocks.

Forcing himself into the building, he hunts down the one person who he couldn’t stop thinking about the previous day. Wasn’t that difficult to find her. He easily found Marley at her locker. Giving a few kids rough shoves to get out of his way, he approaches and slides right up beside her, leaning against the lockers with his arms folded.

“Well, if it isn’t Marley Rose,” is his opening line. Not very smooth, but he does that a moment to seize her up from head to toe. Adorable little thing she was. “I enjoyed driving you home the other day. So I just wanted to extend my offer to drive you home anytime you need it. Day or night.” Blaine tilts his head to the side, a smirk coming into play. “Which would mean you could be one of the few people in this hellhole to have my digits on speed dial. Which also means, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity for you. So you should definitely take advantage of this deal, sweetheart. I’ll only offer it once.”

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Marley’s cheeks flushed when he grazed the skin on her hand with his lips. “Thank you.” She couldn’t help but to grin in return, beginning to follow him to the parking lot. “Nice to meet you, Blaine.” Marley had heard a few whispers about Blaine around school, now that she was able to match the face with a name. The whispers were usually crude things about his sense of appearance, but she didn’t find him to be all too bad. She tried not to judge books by their covers, anyhow. A lesson her mother had taught her.

As they approached his motorcycle, an uneasy feeling settled in her gut. A motorcycle? Weren’t they…dangerous? She had never been on one none-the-less been close enough to one to touch. This week was obviously the first of many for her. New school, getting a ride with a stranger, and now riding on the back of a motorcycle with said stranger. Who knew what would happen next.

“I live at 256 Fairway Drive. It’s the smaller two-story house out of the ones on the road, so it’s easy to figure out.” Marley nodded, her lips curling into a comforted smile while he buckled his helmet under her chin. Thankful that he lend it to her. She waited on him to start it up, the roar startling her a little before she straddled the spot behind him. Readjusting her dress prior to holding onto him as he began taking off down the road.

“Duly noted,” Blaine comments as he carefully backs the bike out of the parking spot. Feeling her arms around his waist gave him that needed confidence to take off out of the parking lot. Normally he would take sharp corners without a second thought, but since he had a passenger whose life was far more important than his he took it extra careful as he drove them through town to her neighborhood.

It wasn’t that difficult to find and he was soon stopping the bike in her driveway where he turns the bike off to get off and offer her a hand of getting off the vehicle. Since it was her first time he wouldn’t be surprised if her legs were a bit numb from the constant rumbling of the motor between her legs. And that was exactly where he didn’t need his mind to wander to. “You might feel a bit weird but it’ll wear off, I swear.” Blaine is saying as he carefully removes the helmet to set on the seat giving him the opportunity to smooth her hair down and tuck it behind her ears. “Enjoy some alone time before Mama bear gets home. And if you ever need a ride again, sweetheart. Just find me.” Another flash of a smile before he was returning to straddling his bike where he puts the helmet on himself this time round.

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Marley sat on the concrete block, shaking her knees up and down due to the slight chill in the air. She could tell the sun was about to set because of it. With her hand gripping her phone, her eyes glanced down occasionally. Hoping that her mother would say she’d be on the way soon. Not leaving her to sit and wait in the dark and cold. Marley felt the guy’s presense approaching her again, thinking this time he wouldn’t make sly comments.

Her eyes glazed up towards his once the male squatted in front of her. Watching his tongue hover over the piercing his bottom lip. A trend she never quite picked up on. “My mother was planning to come pick me up, but she can’t. So, currently? No.” She shook her head along with her response, “I live too far away to walk anyways. Or that would’ve been my first instinct.” Marley let out a breathy laugh, almost as if she was nervous.

The moment he stood up, she figured he was going to head out on his own and leave her there by herself. His hand reaching down came as a surprise, eyes following up his body to his own. “Oh. Thanks. You don’t have to.” Marley hesistated for a few before finally grabbing his hand and standing up, brushing her skirt off as they walked towards the parking lot. “I’m Marley, by the way.”

Blaine offers a thoughtful hum as he successfully pulls her to her feet, only to bring her delicate hand up to his lips and brush them softly against her skin, never breaking eye contact. “Marley. Beautiful name for a beautiful doll.” He winks, flashing her a grin as he lets her hand go and directs her to follow him with a quick jerk of his head. “And you can call me Blaine, sweetheart. Everyone else does so I guess it must be my name, right?”

Leading her the short walk towards the parking lot, he stops in front of his motorcycle where he unlatches a back compartment where he kept the only helmet he had. Only having one meaning he had never expected to be driving a random school mate home until minutes ago. Not that he was complaining. She was easier on the eyes compared to the trash that walked the school halls. And since her safety was far more important to his own, he had no problem in stepping in and carefully attaching the helmet to her head for her.

“I’ll just need your address and I’ll get you there in no time. Safe and sound. Would be a shame to see you a broken doll compared to a working one, right sweetheart?” Snapping the helmet’s buckle under her chin, he moves to straddle the bike and starts it up. The bike roars to life and Blaine takes the time to kick the kickstand up and out of the way before patting the spot behind him to invite her to get on.

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Being a transfer student halfway through high school had Marley completely oblivious to her new surroundings. Although her previous life miles away wasn’t much better. Marley’s mother and herself had recently finished unpacking their belongings in their new place here in Lima. Her parents argued and fought often, which resulted in a divorce and eventually no contact between her and her father. The emotional baggage that traveled along with her.

The first week of school as never the easiest when it came to meeting new people. Marley had always been classified as an outcast; soft-spoken and a wallflower for better words. The moment the last bell rang for school to end, a sigh of relief came over her. The halls grew quiet, a majority of teachers had left, and she could go home at last. Her relief lasted only temporarily, however, when she received a text from her mom saying she would be late. Great. Her home was too far of a walk, so Marley made her way out through the football field, avoiding the try-outs, to be alone and avoid any awkward confrontations with teachers inside.

Marley had seen the male before he called out to her, thinking if it wasn’t too late or obvious to turn around, she would’ve. His look screamed dangerous and the coat of cigarette smoke looming over-top didn’t help matters. She brushed his comment off, continuing her path down the bleachers until he called again. Marley gave up and turned around slightly, seeing him at a good distance from her. “I just…I want to go home, that’s all.” Her voice was soft and eyes were glazed over with exhaustion and a touch of sadness. She gave him a simple look, just barely curling her lips into a smile before turning to walk to the other side of the bleachers to sit down on the shady concrete. Only mere distance from the male she had abruptly met.

One of Blaine’s eyebrows lifted with sympathy when he heard of her sad tale of wanting to go home. Or was it really that sad? Because he didn’t blame her. This place was pretty much hell on earth. Or at least the hell of Ohio. Fucking closed minded morons who only bred close minded minions of the undead. Deciding that he’d swing his legs off where he was lounging, he stands and approaches. He was sure if she was truly terrified or intimidated by him she would’ve kept walking.

“Poor little doll,” he hums as he drops into a squatting position right across from her. A smirk on his lips as he swipes his tongue out over the piercing he had located in the corner of his bottom lip.”You have a ride to head home in? Because I don’t think you should be walking home. I hear it might rain. And what if you get caught out in that? All dripping...and wet.” Purposely making that last word highly suggestive though he adds a small and what he hoped was a warm chuckle.

Standing from his spot, he extends a hand down towards her, wiggling his fingers to entice her to take it. “It’s a hand, not a snake. Let’s get you home and away from this hell hole as quickly as possible.”

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It was only the third day back to school and already Blaine Anderson would prefer to chill there instead of drag himself back home. It was constant yelling lately between his parents and honestly it was giving him a real headache having to sit upstairs and listen to it. He was sure the entire neighborhood could hear it with the volume they could reach. So he’d take the bell rings and the obnoxious chatter of students over that any day.  And yes, school was finally out but it didn’t stop him from hearing their murmurs filter through the halls dimmed ever so slightly as more and more left at long last.

His favorite chill place was under the school bleachers which he could watch some football try out’s taking place, but he didn’t pay much attention to that. They weren’t bothering him so he wasn’t about to bother them. It was the only the girl walking through under the bleachers to avoid the football field that caught his attention. Usually students used the front door so this was a first.

“Well hello there gorgeous,” Blaine murmurs under his breath as she walks by, not really giving him the time of day. Not that he deserved it. With his cigarette scented breath and the unruly curls of hair contrasted against his skull leather jacket. She hadn’t even reached the other end did he finally make a move. “You seem in a hurry there, doll face. Don’t leave on my account!” The McKinley bad seed called out in hopes of stopping her at least. Whether it was her telling him to shove something up somewhere or to give him a weird look. He’d take either at this point.