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marvelmando · 5 years ago

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tempest [p.parker x o.c.] - four

notes: hi, i just wanted to post tonight, in honor of far from home being released online :)

contains: some swearing

pairing: peter parker + fem! o.c.

word count: 3.6k

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MARIN'S FIRST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL WAS REMARKABLY UNEVENTFUL. Thanks to the influences of Tony Stark, Marin's schedule was created to be identical to Peter's, which made discussing the events of the previous night much easier.

Their last class of the day—woodshop—seemed fun in retrospect, but the teacher was grumpy and inattentive, only stopping his crosswords to holler: "keep your fingers clear of the blades!" when Peter knocked the Chitauri energy core from the casing with an echoing clang.

"I don't really think that hitting an alien weapon with a regular-ass hammer is such a good idea, Peter." Marin flinched as the energy core toppled across the surface of the bench. "We don't even know what damage it's capable of causing."

"Well, that's why we need to find out exactly what it is, and who the hell is making them." He reasoned, poking at the glowing device.

"We can go to the labs after class and run some tests," Ned offered, and Peter nodded, joining him in an elaborate handshake in response, not even looking up from the weapon's casing.

Marin pinched the bridge of her nose. "Nerds."

+++

While Peter and Ned went off to run tests on the energy core, Marin found Michelle, Flash, and Liz studying in the library.

They were talking amongst themselves as Marin approached the circular table. Liz was the first to notice Marin standing there. "Oh, hey! Marin, right? Peter's friend from the party?" She chirped, and Flash narrowed his eyes at her curiously. "I didn't know you go to Midtown?"

"I, uh, just got transferred today." Marin responded, shifting on her feet awkwardly. "I was wondering if I could join the Academic Decathlon? If you have a spot—Peter was telling me about it when I said I was coming here, and that he couldn't make it to Nationals because of the internship."

"Aren't you in that, too?" Michelle crossed her arms, leaning back casually in her seat.

"Uh, well, yeah, but I work in a... different section than Peter... much less demanding, I guess." Marin's throat constricted around the lie.

The three studied her for a moment, and Liz was the first one to speak up. Marin wondered if she was first for everything. "Have a seat, we'll quiz you a bit."

Marin nodded and took the empty seat across from them. Liz pulled out a thick stack of flashcards, shuffling through them. "What's your best subject?"

"Um, science, I guess? Like, physics or whatever." Marin supplied, causing Liz to nod enthusiastically and Michelle to smirk at Flash.

"That's perfect," Liz smiled. "Peter was our best physics guy, and now that he's gone..."

"We're stuck with Flash. And Flash is shit as physics." Michelle's smirk was malicious but joking.

Flash frowned. "Hey, I resent that."

"Doesn't make it untrue."

Liz cleared her throat, interrupting the bickering. Her eyes locked onto Marin's. "What is the net upward force on an object by a fluid that the object is submerged in?"

"Buoyant force." Marin answered easily, thankful that there were fluid dynamics questions included. Liz nodded and switched cards.

"What theory states that two objects that are in thermal equilibrium with a third object are also in thermal equilibrium with each other?"

"Zeroth Law of Thermodynamics."

"Who isolated the DNA crystal to produce the first image of genetic material?"

Flash answered before Marin could: "Ooh! Watson and Crick." Liz leveled him with a glare and was about to scold him when Marin did it for her.

"Actually, it was Rosalind Franklin; she died of ovarian cancer before she could receive the Nobel Prize that Watson, Crick, and Wilson took four years later for their work, which was in fact heavily reliant on her research." Marin corrected with a small smirk, watching as Flash deflated in his seat. "Nobel Prizes are never given out posthumously, but even if she was alive, her work probably would have still been overlooked, because it was Watson and Crick who named the structure of DNA—and obviously because she was a female scientist in the 1950s."

Marin noticed the subtle but proud smile on Michelle's face, and a wave of triumph flushed through her system. Liz also looked impressed, while Flash looked a bit put-out.

When they didn't respond, still looking at her when curiosity, Marin rushed to explain, "My previous guardians were very enthusiastic about education. I just excelled in physics. And chemistry. And biology."

A smile erupted on Liz's face. "Welcome to the team, Marin! I'll obviously have to discuss this with Mr. Harrington, but I'm sure he'll be fine with it. We'll also have to see if there's an extra jacket for you for Nationals—which is on the fourteenth, but we're leaving for D.C. tomorrow, on the thirteenth." Liz leaned to reach into her backpack and pulled out a packet of paper. "Here's the paperwork, you just have to get it signed by a parent or guardian. It tells you the times we're leaving and includes an itinerary for the two days we'll be in D.C. It's all a little bit last notice, but you seem really intelligent and determined, and there will be plenty of time to practice on the bus ride there."

Marin nodded as she took the packet, wondering who the hell she'd get the signature from. Maybe she'd forge it.

"We look forward to having you on the team, Marin!" Liz concluded, and Michelle tilted her head once in agreement, and Flash just muttered something under his breath and crossed his arms.

Marin gave them a genuine smile in return. "And I look forward to being there."

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"You what?" Marin urged at Peter and Ned.

"Yeah! So, apparently, the suit also comes with these cute little tracker bugs—"

"Arachnids," Peter corrected Ned vehemently.

"—And we put one on one of the bad guys, and we're just waiting to see where they're going!"

Marin paced Peter's room. "Okay, okay," she muttered to herself. "And how are we supposed to figure where they are?"

Ned pulled out Peter's web shooter, and pressed a button. A small hologram appeared with a chirp, the dome shape depicting a translucent image of the cutout of a city block.

"They're in Brooklyn right now," Peter informed. "But they're still moving, so we're just waiting to see where they stop."

So, they waited. As conversation dwindled between the three, Marin began tinkering with some of the devices sitting around Peter's room while he and Ned snacked on Doritos. Later, as the sun began to set, Peter showed her how he refilled the vials with his stash of web fluid. He even let her try shooting a couple of webs, and she only knocked down a couple of books and a lamp. At one point, Ned was able to convince Peter to let him wear the Spider-Man mask, as he and Marin discussed her powers. She managed to avoid any questions about how she got her powers, and thankfully, Ned was tactful enough to not push the subject (even if Peter did stare suspiciously in Marin's direction as she clearly evaded the truth).

It was pitch-black outside by the time the wrist device let out a series of shrill beeps. Ned sat up from where he reclined on the lower bunk, still wearing the mask. Marin set down the other web shooter she'd been fooling around with, coming to sit next to Ned. "They stopped," Ned announced, and Peter flopped his head down from where he sat casually on the ceiling.

Marin eyed the hologram, unfamiliar with the layout of the city displayed. "Huh, Maryland." Peter harrumphed.

Marin creased her eyebrows. "What's in Maryland?"

Peter chuckled sarcastically. "I don't know. Evil lair?"

"They have a lair?" Ned tilted his head.

"Dude. A gang with alien guns run by a guy with wings? Yeah, they have a lair." Peter said as if it were the most obvious thing.

Ned, of course, nodded along enthusiastically. "Badass," he surmised. "But... how are you gonna get there if it's like, three-hundred miles away?"

Simultaneously, they turned their heads to the Academic Decathlon poster hanging on the desk's shelving unit. "It's not too far from D.C." Peter said.

"But what about Marin?" Ned asked, and Marin perked, pleasantly surprised that he suggested that she was now a part of their little team.

"About that..." the two boys turned to face her. "I've gotta tell you guys something..."

+++

"Hey, it's Peter!" One kid announced as they ran up to the bus, where the Decathlon team was waiting, all in ugly, mustard-yellow blazers with the school insignia stitched on the breast pocket. "And the new girl!"

"Guys," Peter greeted, jogging up to stop in front of a surprised Liz. "Yeah, I was hoping maybe I could rejoin the team." His voice was airy and high-pitched, something Marin had come to recognize as a sign of him growing anxious.

"No—no way," Flash contested, elbowing his way to the front of the crowd. "We already had to put Marin on the team," Marin gave him a dirty look. "And besides, you can't just quit on us, stroll up, and be welcomed back by everyone."

At that moment, Mr. Harrington descended the steps of the bus, and said: "Hey, welcome back, Peter! And welcome to the team, Marin, I've heard great things about you." Flash scowled at the teacher. "Flash, you're back to first alternate."

"What?!"

"He's taking your place," the kid from earlier mocked him, and everyone snickered.

"Excuse me," Michelle interrupted, and Marin noticed she wasn't wearing her uniform. "Can we go already? 'Cause I was hoping to get in some light protesting in front of one of the embassies before dinner, so..."

"Protesting is patriotic," Mr. Harrington agreed. "Let's get on the bus."

Flash had shrugged off his jacket, and chucked it at Peter, who caught it with a slight wince.

On the bus, Marin asked to sit with Michelle, who was engrossed in her novel, Invitation to a Beheading by Vladimir Nobokov. Knowing Michelle's reclusive nature, Marin was slightly surprised to find that Michelle had no objections (and if she had, Marin assumed she would've said as much) to sharing a bench. True to her word, Liz took a standing position at the front of the bus and pulled out her set of flashcards.

Marin spoke up when she could, though she didn't have a bell like the others did. Even without it, she would mutter the answers under her breath as the other team members answered at the same time.

As time passed, Marin felt more and more confident about her position on the team. Even Peter started to answer some questions, and Liz shared her delight at his return to the team. Marin also noticed the way his eyes gleamed with reverence whenever Liz addressed him, his thin lips curling into a fond smile.

In the middle of a question, Peter's phone began to buzz. He jumped to look at it, before saying to Liz, "Can I take this real quick? I'll only be a sec."

Liz acquiesced, and Peter rose from his seat, moving down the aisle to the back of the bus where Ned was sitting. Marin followed him with her eyes, and was about to get up when Michelle asked, "What's up with him?"

Marin looked back at her and chose to instead settle back in her seat as Peter spoke in hushed tones with Ned and whoever was on the other line. Marin shrugged minimally. "I don't know." She lied and knew that Michelle didn't believe her. But Michelle said nothing, only raising one eyebrow. "Internship, probably."

"Why didn't you get a call, then?"

Marin swallowed. Michelle was very inquisitive, and if Marin wasn't hiding anything, she probably would have admired that about her. "I don't have a phone."

Michelle made a humming noise but returned to her book. Marin shook off the jitters that swarmed her senses, and grabbed her water bottle from her bag, taking several large gulps. Marin wanted to get the hell off of this bus.

+++

"Alright Marin, you'll be sharing a room with Michelle." Liz informed her as they approached the hotel entrance. The building's interior was decorated heavily with Academic Decathlon advertisements, and the floor was bustling with high school students dressed in various colors of uniforms. Informational booths littered the lobby, and the Midtown team struggled to pass through the crowd. "Everyone, stay together!" Liz shouted above the noise. They stopped at a sign-in table.

Liz handed her a matching yellow jacket with a smile as Mr. Harrington signed the school in. "It's probably going to be too big on you, but it was the last spare one left."

"Thanks," Marin said sheepishly, and tugged the jacket on. It was about two sizes too large, the sleeves hanging far past her hands and the bottom reaching mid-thigh. But it was something. Marin had a fleeting sense of déjà-vu: a memory—at least two years old—from the first time she put on her X-Men jacket, and for the first time, feeling like she belonged somewhere.

"Hey, you brought your laptop, right?" Marin heard Peter ask Ned from the back of the group. She pushed her way towards them.

Noticing her approaching, Peter began to look nervous. "Hey, uh, we're just going to go back to our room to... prepare. Practice some more questions, you know?"

Marin narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him. "Oh-kay..." Peter nodded with a stiff smile, and hurried off with Ned.

As she watched them leave, she wondered if his sudden covertness had to do with tracking those dealers. But it was obvious that they didn't need her (or want her, she supposed), and Marin figure Peter would ask for her help when the time came. Besides, she'd been itching for a shower since before they'd gotten off of the bus.

Marin searched for Michelle, finding her lingering at the edges of the group, her nose still in her book. Catching her attention, they traveled to their shared room in a comfortable but thick silence, and as soon as she entered the room, Marin flopped onto the nearest queen-sized bed, throwing her duffel off her shoulder.

After stretching her limbs until the joints popped, Marin grabbed a new set of clothes and hopped in the shower. Stepping under the steady stream of scalding water made her smile pleasantly as the rush of it against her skin revitalized her nerve endings and invigorated her senses. She hummed lightly to herself as she scrubbed down her body, standing in the steamed room for minutes after she'd gotten out. Not bothering with using a towel to dry herself, Marin let any excess water sink into her flesh, leaving her dry in seconds. Her hair was still wet, but she figured it would be noticeable if she emerged from a shower with dry, clean hair, so she let it dry naturally.

Pulling on her clothes, she left the bathroom and sat on her bed with a newly revived energy.

"So, which embassy were you thinking of protesting at?"

+++

Later that night, after Marin and Michelle had returned from protesting the rights of refugees at the Sokovian embassy, they'd found Liz and the rest of the team sneaking around the lobby.

It was late at night; the hotel lobby was practically empty except for the Midtown team—though Peter and Ned were nowhere to be found. Liz had made the executive decision to raid the minibar to smuggle some candy bars, mentioning something about team building and rebellious group activities as she roped Marin and Michelle into participating. Marin, hardly ever caring about the consequences, obliged evangelically because eleven dollars for a Kit-Kat bar was entirely too expensive, and she sought justice.

As they laughed and joked around through the night, Marin began to forget about their mission. When Liz laughed heartily at her jokes and Charles clapped her shoulder good-naturedly, Marin felt the lingering ache from a lifetime of alienation and rejection begin to melt away.

Sometime later, Cindy Moon had suggested that they go break into the pool to go swimming. So, everyone—except for Marin (who didn't own a swimsuit) and Michelle (who preferred to sit, read, and observe)—went to go change into their swimsuits, and reconvene at the stairs.

Once everyone arrived, Liz moved first, making sure the coast was clear before beckoning the rest of the team. As she started to go, Marin saw Peter emerge from his room wearing a hoodie and his backpack. The team greeted Peter as the sprinted by him, and Flash even smacked his butt, causing Peter to yelp. Marin trailed to a stop beside Liz, wanting to interrogate him, but Liz was busy trying to convince him to join the rest of them.

"I was, uh... I was going to study, um, in the business center." He clearly lied, but Liz didn't seem to notice.

"Peter, you don't need to study," she shook her head. "You're like, the smartest guy I've ever met."

Peter watched Liz continue to speak, bewitched by her kind words. The devoted look crossing his face made Marin squirm next to him. "And besides... um, a rebellious group activity the day before competition is good for morale." Liz said.

Peter blinked, looking dazed. "Hmm?"

"Um, well I read that in a TED Talk so—I-I heard it in a TED Talk." She explained sheepishly, as if she was embarrassed that she needed external guidance on being a better leader. "And I read a coaching book."

Peter's eyes went soft. "Wow, you really... this is really important to you."

"Yeah, it's our future." Liz tilted her lips in an incredulous smirk. "I'm not gonna screw it up. Besides, we raided the minibar and these candy bars were like, eleven dollars." She pulled out an extra candy bar and tossed it at Peter, who caught it and cradled it to his chest. "So, get your trunks on and come on."

And with that, Liz flounced away, catching up with the rest of the group, who were summoning Marin and Peter. "I'll meet you guys down there," Marin dismissed them and turned to a still-stupefied Peter. Once they were gone, Marin crossed her arms. "Peter, where are you really going?"

"Um, I—" he stuttered, tightening his grip on the candy bar. "To go study—"

"But you're not." Marin sighed. "I can see the red of the suit, Peter. You're going to go after those dealers, aren't you?"

Peter visibly gulped. "I can explain, Marin—"

"Why now?" Marin huffed. "Why tonight? Can't it wait 'til after Nationals, at least? Peter, you made a commitment, and now you want to run off to Maryland?"

Peter scoffed. "That's what I came here for! What we came here for," he lowered his voice, looking hurt and angry. "But I guess you've changed your mind, then."

Marin shook her head lowly. "Peter, you don't understand—"

"What don't I understand? How you're leaving me for some people that you don't even know—you just met them, and all of a sudden, you're more loyal to them? You can't possibly care—"

"But I do." She hissed, her eyes hard, her voice broken and jagged around the edges. "Which is more than I can say for your own loyalties." Marin sighed then, losing the fight in her. "Do whatever you want, but you'd better show up tomorrow, Peter Parker. For your own sake."

Peter's face twisted with apparent guilt, but Marin wasn't interested. "Marin—" he called, but Marin turned and followed the hall that led to the pool.

If anyone noticed that Marin looked on the verge of tears when she arrived, no one said a thing.

+++

Later that night, when everyone's skin had wrinkled and pruned and their nervous energy was diminished as they settled in for bed, Marin couldn't fall asleep.

She turned on her other side, clutching the pillow she cradled to her chest. Laying for a minute until her nerves buzzed and her shoulder hurt, she gave up, turning onto her back and staring up at the stucco ceiling. She couldn't help but feel guilty for the way she'd treated Peter earlier—admittedly, she knew that he was somewhat right; they did come along to stop the dealers. And although Marin had joined not for that intention, she felt like she owed it to Peter to help him in his heroic duties.

But then she remembered the way the team had included her without any hesitation (apart from Flash's stubborn, wounded ego), how they welcomed her with open arms. She'd never had that before.

Sure, the X-Men were similar in ways—a group of distinctly antithetical individuals bonded together with a common goal, through common means. Marin understood the concept of a team well. But she felt like she was never a part of one; she certainly screwed up her position as an X-Man.

As she bubbled with warm, content feelings, Marin knew that she didn't want to screw this up, too. She figured that being a hero was important, but in some ways, supporting the Decathlon team at the most important event of the year felt like an act of heroism to her. Especially when they'd already been abandoned before. Marin wouldn't do that to them—not when they've treated her like one of them.

By the time her eyes were finally growing heavy, the sun was beginning to rise, peeking through the curtain and casting a soft orange glow over the room. She sighed out a smile as she fell asleep, welcoming the dreamless slumber.

Waking up that morning felt like waking up to a new beginning.

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from-red-string · 7 years ago

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Realiza un salto sin miedo - Short Version

Day 3 - Lutteo ficweek.

Hey! I loved both the prompts for today but I couldn’t write both☹️

I hope you enjoy it and that you smile reading this.

Ps: Thanks to Ale @silveranchor and M @lunambar for being my beautiful advisers in that haha

Prompt: My friend bet me 20 bucks that I wouldn’t walk up a random underclassman and ask them to senior prom and I’m about to be 20 dollars richer and, no, that doesn’t invalidate the question, you’re actually really cute.

“Hey!” Nina slowed down walking when we heard someone says behind us. I looked at her widening my eyes.

“It’s Gastón, Luna.” Nina murmured and I could see excitement and curiosity in her eyes. I knew it, but why is he calling us?

“Hello,” I said knowing Nina was frozen.

“Hey!” Gastón greeted again, a few seconds passed with just the silence surrounding us. He got to be kidding me, he’s just standing still staring at us.

“So,” l blurted trying to make him continue. He shook his head.

“Yeah, I…” Gastón started saying again and turned his head to look at someone. This person is Matteo, Gastón’s best friend. He nodded and shook a paper in his hand. “Nina, right?” He asked looking at Nina. Is he unsure?

“Yes…” Nina answered quite. My poor shy baby!

“Yeah.” He said smiling but he seemed to be struggling with something. Gastón took a paper from his pocket. “Here.” And now that the paper is on Nina’s hand, he left us walking to Matteo. Matteo handed whatever it was to Gastón.

20 bucks.

They bet on Nina, they’re playing her. They can’t do it.

I eyed Nina while they walked away. Nina still staring at the paper. Maybe she caught that they were playing.

Wait, it’s better if she doesn’t figure out. Nina will be devastated if she knows.

“He is asking me to prom.” She whispered shocked.

“What?” I asked wanting to confirm what I heard. Please, don’t be the prom.

“He is asking me to prom,” Nina repeated handing me the paper, I took a look at it. Looks like a homicide note, it's written with letter cutouts of magazines. I don’t know if it’s scary or just weird. So pretty, Gastón, you really know how to get the girl. “Prom with Gastón.” She turned to me, her eyes shining, on her lips the widest smile I ever saw. “Luna, Gastón asked to be on prom with. What should I do? How can he not be embarrassed by taking me?”

You should decline and we can watch Spider-Man during the prom night. Because Tom Holland is amazing, Gastón not too much.

They got her. She’s so happy. I can’t break it for her. I will solve this, her prom night will be perfect. Those monkeys will make it perfect for Nina.

“You can’t turn down,” I told her smiling. “You will be perfect at the prom. You’re amazing, he can never be ashamed of you.”

He should be ashamed of himself. This fuckboy.

“Oh, thanks.” She blushed, I returned the note to her. “You the best friend I could have.” Although, I’m not feeling as even a good friend at that moment. “We should go now.”

I was planning how is the fastest way of solving this without Nina noticing. But I have a whole history class to think about it.

I have 30 minutes to chase Gastón and solve this while Nina is away.

“Hey. Do you know where Gastón is?” I ask three girls in the hall. They were standing watching people so I think I wouldn’t interrupt if I ask them.

“Which Gastón?” The blonde one asked. I closed my eyes trying to remember his last name, I’m sure Nina told me once.

“Gastón Perida, obvi.” The redhead said like if the blonde’s question was completely stupid. And she’s right, I recall it now.

“Jaz!” The brunette girl yelled annoyed.

“What? Her friend is his date.” Those girls know about it, they’re already spreading their ridiculous joke.

“Jazmín!” The blonde one practically screamed, getting some people attention. “We don’t know. Sorry.” She said faking smiling, then pulled her friends to walk away.

“ Why can’t she know he is in PE?” Jazmín asked her friends. Thanks, Jazmín. Now on my way to the gymnasium.

I barely entered the gymnasium and already I found him.

“Matteo!” I screamed running, he turned his head to look but don’t stop walking.

“Hey! Are you the girl after Gastón that people told me?” Matteo said looking away. ‘People told me’? Why it seems like everything about the popular kids turns to the news? I’m glad to be an underworld creature, out of people’s radar to gossip about. At least I hope I’m out, but I don’t care if I’m, I’ll keep being myself.

“Yes, but you serve as well as Gastón,” I answered rushing a little to be able of catch up with his pace.

“For what am I as useful as Gastón?” He asked and silently greeting some people. “Oops. Out of your limits, it’s the male bathroom.” Matteo points the door behind him. “You can’t come in.” He faked a sad face. He was trying to get rid of her, I’m not allowing he get it that easy. Matteo turned his back to me again. When I saw, I found myself jumping on his back, my legs tightening around his waist while my hands were on his neck, I was almost choking Matteo but he screamed scared so I guess he is fine.

“What the fuck, freak?” Matteo yelled, holding my legs. This was rude. I’m not a freak, I’m just helping my friend by jumping on your back. I can take a ‘not regular girl’, but freak is too much. “You can’t come in here!” He stepped in the bathroom, wobbling me while he tried to get balance.

“I’m not coming in. You’re taking me in.” I knew it was a childish sentence when I reported tightening my grab around him, trying desperately not to fall.

“Let go of me, Freak. You got me, I’ll hear you.” Matteo almost yelled calling me a freak again, he paced to a bench so I could reach the something to stand up, not completely free fall. I was loosening up my embrace around him and standing up.

“Why you climbed on me? Are you that desperate?” He turned smirking.

“Yes, I’m.” I answered loud getting off the bench.

“If you’re desperate for me,” He got closer to me.

“It’s not about you, snob,” I stated my hand on his firm chest. He is on the swim school team, no wonder why is so firm, but still kinda impressive. Focus, Luna. Nina. Gastón. Prom. Not Matteo’s chest.

“Is it about Gastón?” He asked rolling his eyes and stepping back.

“Yes,” I answered observing him messing his wet curls and sighing. “But this includes you.” I stepped forward. I don’t know what I was thinking, I’m so small compared to him, so stepping closer wouldn’t magically make me looks scary to him. “You’ve made a bet that Gastón would take Nina to prom. So what? You could have any girl. Why choose to hurt someone instead? Jerk.”

“Oh, Nina is your friend?” The only he asked and I had already mentioned this fact. He doesn’t even seem slightly offended by being called a jerk. I’m probably not the first one that called him a jerk, and most likely not the last either.

“Yes,” I answered rolling my eyes, I stick my finger on his chest. “And you made a bet on her. Do you have any idea how bad she would be if she knows it? You could break her.” Not really, you need more than this to break Nina, but he doesn’t need to know that. He needed to learn not to play people. “Nina already has her own problems to mind, without you and your mean activities being one of them. Can you imagine how the school would react to this? Nina will be known as the poor girl who only got a chance with the popular guy because she was fool enough to believe she had a chance.” I locked my eyes on his. “So I don’t care if your family doesn’t treat you like anything more than a project, you need to learn how to treat people as human beings, that they’re not just roles for your games.” I blurted everything stuck in my throat since I saw him paying Gastón. Matteo looked shocked.

“Okay...” He nodded. “I did bet on your friend.”

“I knew it,” I screamed happy for being right even though I already knew that. “Continuing, you’ve bet. What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing.” Matteo defended himself. “I bet, but you got all wrong.” Hearing this, I crossed my arms waiting. “The bet was 20 bucks if you walk up to a random underclass girl and ask them to prom.” He exclaimed. “Gastón already liked Nina but needed a little push. The bet happened to be the perfect way of making my best friend go to prom with the girl he really wants.”

“I don’t believe you,” I stated, narrowing my eyes. “You made this up.” He rolled his eyes.

“You...” He is interrupted by new voices, he pulled me to a cabin and stayed outside.”If you don’t believe me, you can thrust Gastón since he doesn’t know you were here.”He had a point and was challenging me and I accept it.

“Prom is coming.” One of the said.

“3 weeks.” Another voice said and this voice is quite familiar.

“This is Gastón.” Matteo expounded murmuring. I was supposed to thrust Gastón’s words because Matteo told me so, he better bet on t7his. No, no more bets for him.

“Someone is counting down the days until prom.” A guy mocked. I know this one is Ramiro. I forgot they’re friends.

“Is that for the company?” The unknown guy asked.

“Nina?” Gastón said. “Maybe, she doesn’t answer it yet.”

“Like she would decline,” Matteo stated sarcastically. My soul left my body as I jumped in surprise, I frowned.

“You know she could. Nina doesn’t fall for things most girls fall for. She’s unique.” Gastón replied. How cute! He really is blind if he didn’t notice Nina was madly in love with him. She has been for the last 3 years.

“People believe what they want to believe,” Matteo remarked, the phrase was directed to me.

“Matteo, since we are talking about prom.” The unknown said hesitantly. “ Do you have a date?”

“What do you say? Are you up for prom?” Matteo leaned into the door whispering. Matteo asked me to prom? The guy who called me a freak? The world is upside down and we haven’t noticed it yet.

“No.” I simply answered.

“I thought, maybe, we could go together.” The unknown finished.

“Sorry, I have other plans.” Matteo tried to be soft in his answer.

“Oh, okay.” The silence followed what the unknown hushed. “I have to go anyway.” The next sound was the door closing.

“Matteo, this was so careless of you. Turning him down like this.” Ramiro joked.

“Shut up, Ramiro,” Matteo said. “Anyway, we were talking about Nina.”

“I got a message from her now,” Gastón exclaimed with excitement in his voice. “She asked to meet me.” And he was also gone. He barely received Nina’s message and... What is Nina doing? Sending a message asking Gastón to meet her is so non-Nina.

“He is head over heels for her. I’m so glad for the bet, otherwise, we would him complaining about the prom forever.” Ramiro commented then Matteo opened the door for me. Ramiro was gone.

“Do you believe me now?” He asked.

“Yes. I was wrong but I really thought you’re playing Nina.” I admit eyeing Matteo. “I’m sorry.”

“What about prom?” Matteo insisted. This guy can’t be real.

“What about no?” I answered and left the bathroom.

“You are going with me, girl.” He screamed, I smiled.

And Matteo really tried, the second invite was when he decided that was a good idea to paint the sidewalk in front of my house writing: “Shall the princess concede me the honor of going homecoming with me?”. I still not sure of how he found where I live but okay, what was not okay was my parents. They didn’t appreciate this invite, but it’s truly remarkable, this means part of it hasn’t erased yet so still on the sidewalk. It’s been 2 weeks.

My answer was no. After that, he messaged me every day “Good morning. Prom?”, I tried to ignore it. Eventually, I started answering and we came to have an actual conversation which made me realize Matteo wasn’t the big jerk I thought. Or he is and I just got used to him.

Some days after, he said he needed to apologize to my dad for painting the sidewalk, I believed him. Huge mistake. Matteo asked my dad:

“Can I take your daughter to prom?” My parents were absolutely marveled by how Matteo was a gentleman. But my dad said the answer was up to me since I was the one who needs to go. My answer was no. Following this invite, my parents started shipping us and they kept to make me go to prom with Matteo.

The fourth invite was embarrassing cute. I told him I love “10 things I hate about you” one of our late night chats and few days after, he performed his called “Allá voy”, which he said he wrote for me, on the gymnasium, I really enjoyed. I almost said yes.

So one day I came home after school, I didn’t find my parents home which was weird. The house completely quiet. Once I opened my room’s door and shocked. There was a pizza on my bed and poster covering the window behind my bed saying: “Moon, would you light up my night at prom?”. Matteo came from behind the door giving me a heart attack. He was holding a bouquet, a lollipop bouquet.

“Is only one moon not enough for you? So you need two? I think I finally got why you want me to with you, chico fresa.”

“Luna, I know...”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes, I go with you.” He hugged me tight when he heard it. I wanted to stay in embrace forever. If I know it was so good, I might have accepted it before. “Yes, I’ll light up your night.” I murmured into his neck and he shivered.

And now we are going to Prom.

#thank you #lutteo #lutteoficweek #sl #💛b

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