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Strawberries — Marc Guiu.
Pairing: Marc Guiu x Fem!Reader
Summary: As a strawberry enthusiast, you never share them with anyone, not even your best friends. So when you, without hesitation, hand Marc one the second he asks, your best friend cannot help but point it out.
Disclaimer/s: This is high school based!
A/N: I Love You Marc Guiu. You Will Be Mine…….. part two !
Sitting down at the lunch table in between your friend, Alana, you pull out your lunch box. Today had been exhausting to say the least and you were just glad to have the thirty minute break to munch on your favorite snack, strawberries.
Alana glances at you, an amused look on her face as she reached over to snag one of the fresh berries. Your reflexes kick in immediately, hand jolting to swat the tan girls hand far away from them.
Wincing, Alana draws back, “hello!?”
Laughter escaped Lamine’s muth at the typical interaction, only dying down once Marc and Héctor finally make their appearance.
You force a conversation change, bringing up how annoying your maths teacher is. As the topics moves along and you finally come to realize he, Marc, was sitting right alongside you, his thigh grazing yours. Your face flushes slightly as you clear your throat, trying to engross yourself with the conversation at hand.
All too aware of his effect on you, Marc leans into your side. “Can I have one?” He asks, a smile on his face as he does so.
Consumed in your ever growing heart rate, you nod, grabbing not one, but two of the red berries and setting them down in front of the boy.
Thats when the table goes silent. Everyone’s eyes flicker between you and Marc, all eyebrows quirked. “Did anyone else just…” Héctor speaks slowly, his index finger motioning between you two.
Your face burns a bright red as you glance at Marc, watching him bite into the strawberry with a smirk. He was enjoying this.
“Oh, so this is insane.” Alana huffs, “just because he’s a little pretty he gets one but not your best friend?”
“A little?” Marc furrows his eyebrows, but is ignored.
You stumble over your words, trying to figure out how to save yourself from this awkward moment. “Uhm—I was just distracted, I didn’t realize–“
Alana tsk’s, “So what? Do I need to get you to fall in love with me too, to get a berry out of you?—Ouch!?”
Kicking the girl under the table twice, you groan. “Alana!” You snap, eyes wide and jaw agape as she’d literally just outed you.
Once again, the table goes silent. A mixture of amusement and tension flooding the air between the five friends.
Héctor is finding it all amusing, Alana is spewing apologies, Lamine is giggling like a school girl, and Marc… Marc is grinning like an idiot.
Your heart is beating irregularly as you avoid Marc’s amused gaze. “I am so not in love with you, do not get any ideas.” You quickly add, beginning to pack up your stupid.. stupid.. strawberries.
A calloused hand covers yours, stopping you from cupping the cover on. Your breath hitches as your eyes fly in Marc’s direction.
“Chillax.” He smiles, a small laugh escaping his perfect lips. “Just eat your strawberries.”
Maybe you could also put a memory forgetting spell on the whole table while you’re at it.
Sucking in a breath of air, you nod. “Right. Totally.”
“Soo..” Alana starts, immediately being shut up by Lamine, who sends her a warning look. “Oh, fuck you.”
“You’re the one who can’t keep her mouth shut!”
While those two begin a rant of insults toward each other, Marc leans in close to your ear, “we’ll talk later.. when we’re alone?”
Your lips form a thin line, “or not..?”
“I’ll meet you in the library during study hall.” He laughs, patting your knee affectionately. And it stays there, for the rest of lunch, both of you smiling like idiots.
DT(s): @halfwayhearted ^_^
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