Krisella Mackenzie placed her bag over her shoulder and looked at herself approvingly at the full-length mirror. Her tie was done perfectly, her blazer and white blouse were ironed out perfectly, her pleaded skirt was of the perfect length, and her hair was combed back into a neat and perfect high ponytail. Everything was perfect, as per usual. Nothing could damper her already high - ahem, perfect spirits.
"Krisella, did you wake up Marcus yet?" her mother called out from the kitchen.
Ah, the mere mention of him already managed to affect her cheery self. She let out a deep sigh and entered the dining area again. "Don't worry, mom. I surrounded his head with five alarm clocks. He'll be up in around ten minutes or so. Or well, I hope."
Her mother frowned slightly. "You should just knock on his door, dear. You shouldn't be entering a teenage boy's room when he is unaware."
"He's my brother. I don't really care."
"Who knows what dirty things he might be doing in the morning?"
"Mom!" she sputtered out, flushing bright red. Her mother just laughed in good nature. Mumbling something along the lines of 'crazy family', she ran over and gave their mother a peck on the cheek before waving good-bye and rushing out of the house.
Kris always went to school a good thirty minutes early, mainly to wait by the gates and scout out students whose appearance were violating school rules. The morning air was considerably chilly this morning, as Kris put her arms around herself as she continued on with her walk. She furrowed her brows in concentration as she tried to plan her schedule for the day. She'd have to ask one of the other members of the council to buy her lunch while she hunted for the troublemakers that smoked during lunch. There was a meeting after school on the various clubs' funds, which would most likely take hours. She mentally groaned at the thought of the impending demands of the other club presidents. Dealing with Marcus was so much easier- She made a grim face when she realized her train of thought had turned to him, and then went towards her conversation with their mother just minutes earlier. Well, it wasn't like the older woman was lying. Her twin brother was a guy and he was in puberty. It was perfectly normal for him to... to... Her face went bright red and she quickly chided herself. What in the world was she thinking about?!
"... ris... Earth to Kris~!" The blonde girl snapped out of her thoughts at the light pat to her head. She looked up to see the student council vice-president beside her. She had already arrived by the school gates. The taller student grinned down at her. "Now that I have your attention, is anything wrong?"
"No! Nothing's wrong!" she exclaimed quickly. Realizing her own strained voice, she coughed and then stood straight. "I'm fine. Feel free to head to your class, I'll take care of things here." Her companion bit back a laugh, well aware that it would earn him a scolding. He just nodded in dismissal and entered the building. Kris crossed her arms and inspected the students that were coming in, trying to focus entirely on the task and not on her earlier musings. Her eyes were narrowed at each passing student. Most of them had gotten used to the morning routine and either ignored or chuckled in amusement at it. Their ever serious president was as uptight as ever this early morning.
"Hey, you! No multiple piercings allowed!"
"You think those scraps of cloth can be considered as clothing?"
"Maximum height of heels is three inches!"
"Why do I see a pack of nicotine in your pocket?"
Yup, just a regular old morning here at their school.
Marcus Mackenzie was still in bed by the time his sister left, sleeping soundly after a long night of being out with the gang. The young man usually slept in for school, not caring about showing up on time. Though what he did care about was the dream that was happening. But once the alarms rang, the delinquent immediately shot up in his bed. With a groan, he looked at the alarm that seemed to be hidden in his pillow case, smirking at it.
"Seems I missed one eh sis?" Said the young man.
Though when he finished that sentence, an image flashed in his head of the dream before, making him turn a faint shade of red at the thought. Why would he have a dream like -that-. Not wanting to linger on the thought of the misplaced dream, he got up and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. He was rather quick getting ready, brushing his teeth and pulling on his white shirt and his blazer over it. Unlike his twin, his wasn't ironed and perfect. Usually the guys of the school had to button their blazers and wear the tie, as well as tucking in their shirts. Of course though, he didn't. Mark didn't even wear a tie for more than one reason.
Looking at himself in the long mirror, the young man quickly moved his hand through his hair, fixing it the way he liked. After a minute, of working with it, it was done. With that, he went and grabbed his bag before heading downstairs, waving at his mom who seemed to scold him just a little for sleeping in, though he always got the idea that she was only teasing him. After all, there was a member of the family that would scold him and tell him that he should be 'perfect'. Argh the thought to him was so maddening. How can one even be perfect? Then the image came back to his mind, making him shake his head, trying to shrug it off. His sister had grown up rather well and it's not like anyone can control what they dream, right?.. ARGH! Was he seriously trying to justify the dream he had!? There was no justifying it!
His father noticed the blush but said nothing, laughing faintly at his own son. He didn't want to question anything Marcus did.
"You best hurry up, and don't forget to eat something Marker! Going the day without something in ya is gonna be the death of you."
With a groan, Marcus nodded and quickly made himself some toast, only taking a minute or two longer before heading out the door.
"Yeah yeah pops, alright I'm off. Later!"
His parents waved him off and just went back to doing what they were doing. Marcus quickly ran to the garage and got on his grey Street Fighter bike that he named 'Luna'. Grabbing his key from his bag, he turned the bike on and got going to school, driving to school. The Delinquent could already see his future. He'd get to class and immediately get a look from his sister for what he pulled. What he said earlier about missing one of the alarms was because when she set them up, he got up and turned them off, moving to his sisters bag when she was in the restroom getting ready for school, placing one in there before going back to sleep. So around the time his alarms went off, one would most likely be going off next to her. Serves her right for so many alarms, what happened to shaking someone to get them moving! Though thinking of this, Mark was silently thankful she hadn't. If she woke him up during the dream he had, he'd be even more confused than he was. His expression said nothing of what he was thinking but..but.. Marcus immediately growled at himself, shaking his head. He was going to forget the dream and go about the day.
By the time he got to school, the gate had been left open for him because he had an arrangement with the groundskeeper to make it easier for him to get in. That was how it was for Marcus, he had connections and ways into places that others didn't. His sister wanted to be the enforcer of the rules, but her brother felt that controlling them was so much better. He may get scolded and lectured but it was worth it for the freedom he felt on a day to day basis. Parking his bike in the parking lot by the school, he pulled his key out and placed it back in his bag, slowly making his way to school.
By now class had started, and as usual Marcus was fashionably late, making the teacher cross his arms, rolling his eyes. Mr. Roberts always seemed disappointed every morning that his student was this tardy.
"Nice to see you can join us, Mr. Mackenzie. Sleep well I hope?"
"Ya know I always sleep well chief, How else would I be able to face that shining face of yours every single morning if I didn't eh?" Retorted Marcus, taking his place in the back by a window. His smirk never faded as the Teacher scoffed and continued on with his lesson. Thankfully he had just started.
Leaning over, he fist bumped one of his friends and nodded to him.
"Hey boss..you look a little rough, ye okay?" Asked Anthony.
Like his sister, Marcus had his own click. Krisa had the council and her vice president where as the twin brother had his group and Anthony. Anthony was a childhood friend to him and they happened to be similar in some aspects, even if Anthony wasn't as crazy or loose with the rules as his friend, he still followed his 'boss'.
"Ah..aint nothin' man. Just a late night that's all..that and Krisa-"
Looking over at his sister, he just chuckled and smirked at her, knowing she was most likely going to be scolding him. Again.
"Krisa set up alarms this morning and I missed one..Thankfully." Explained Marcus.
The twin brother didn't explain the last part for obvious reasons, slowly getting that same blush that he had earlier in front of his father. What was happening to him?! He was thankful the alarm woke him up or else that dream could have gotten somewhere that would make this morning even more confusing..
This class was going to take forever..
"Hey Tony..wanna head out of here next period and get some coffee? That and I'm runnin' outta smokes." Exclaimed Marcus, looking at his friend.
"Eh boss..how can ya run out, didn't we jus' get a pack for ya last week? I mean ye dun even smoke em unless.." Tony trailed off, noting the look he got from the 'King'.
"Alright alright. We'll go get some coffee, but you gotta deal with that sister of yours, alright? You know she isn't going to be all quiet about you bein' late again."
With a roll of his eyes, he nodded and went back to idling through class until the bell rang.
"The boys' haircut should not reach the collar- Aaah!" Krisella jumped up in surprise at the loud blaring noise her bag was making. She quickly searched through her bag and found her vibrating pink alarm clock. She immediately turned it off and gave a few apologetic glances to the people that glanced her way. The boy she had been scolding was no longer in sight. Scowling, she bagged her clock again. So he had woke up when she entered his room and to think he had the nerve to pull this little prank! Her cheeks were getting red again, but this time it was due to anger. "Oh he better prepare himself once he gets to school," she muttered darkly. With that in mind, she resumed her crossed armed position by the school gates. Minutes passed and Marcus had yet to show up, though there was a plethora of people five minutes before the bell rang. More minutes passed and he still hadn't arrived. This time, there was hardly a soul by the gates besides her own. Everyone was already rushing to their classroom. Kris tapped her foot impatiently, her eyebrow beginning to twitch in irritation. If he had the gall to prank her so early in the morning, couldn't he arrive early in the morning?!
"Miss, you're going to be late if you don't get movin'," the groundskeeper said as he walked towards her.
She did not turn to look at him, her gaze still fixated on the path towards her home. "... I run fast," she merely said.
The bell rang... and still no sign of her brother.
Kris stood still for a moment, staring at the same path before turning heel and running towards her classroom. By the time she arrived, her perfect hair and clothes were in disarray. Mr. Roberts regarded her wearily when she barged in. "That's the third time this month, Ms. Mackenzie. You either arrive with the bell or within a minute after it. I don't want you following after your brother now. That and you should be setting a good example as the president," he chided in a soft tone.
She bowed her head a little. "You're right. I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again." She headed towards her seat and made sure to smooth out her clothes before sitting down. As their teacher began prepping the materials, Kris quickly began to fix her hair, not even bothering to greet her seatmate. She was well aware of what was to happen next.
"Krisella, Krisella, my dear, you're among the first souls to arrive in this place. How can you be late? I just don't get it," her seatmate said with a knowing grin. Kris shot her secretary a death glare. Heather just shook her head in mock confusion, ignoring the dark stare. "It is such a hu~uge mystery. Who on earth could you possibly be waiting for?"
"For you and your report on last month's attendance compilation," Kris deadpanned, finishing up the touches on her hair.
Heather's grin fell. "... Yeah, I'll have that before school ends... Ugh, you're no fun, Kris." The no fun person did not reply and instead focused on the board as the discussion began. After a good amount of time, the door to their class finally opened. Krisella didn't even look away from the board when Marcus had his verbal exchange with Mr. Roberts. Not only was he terribly late, but to disrespect their teacher...! She groaned and buried her head in her hands. How was she related to such a person? She looked up and turned to Heather when she felt a tap on her shoulder. "Brother dearest is looking at you." She turned her head and saw him smirking at her. She replied with a scowl before facing back front swiftly, her hair swishing.
The class continued on as usual, with Kris listening attentively and jotting down notes. Once the bell rang signalling the end of their first period, she didn't bother fixing her things and instead grabbed her alarm clock and fixed it a bit. Heather shot her a questioning glance, to which she replied with a smirk. She stood up and quickly headed to the back of her classroom where Marcus was. She placed her pink alarm by his ear and turned it on. After making sure his ears suffered a little, she shot it off and began her own deafening speech. "Hear that? You were awake early enough to avoid hearing that! And yet what happens? You're late! AGAIN!" She pointed at him, she opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again. "... ARGH!" was the only thing she let out. She didn't care if other people were watching. She was positively livid.
She had thought he had woken up early so she had waited... okay, so maybe she waited even before today, but she had honestly hoped this time around would be different. And she was probably, sort of, kind of, maybe a bit disheartened when he didn't show up. But there was no way she was going to say that aloud. So instead she settled with a sigh of exasperation. "Tomorrow... oh you better be prepared for tomorrow morning," she muttered threateningly and went closer to him. She quickly shot a glare to the spectators, who immediately went back to what they were doing. Kris took out a tie from her blazer's pocket and placed it around her still seated brother's neck. "Button your blazer and tuck in your shirt." She fixed the tie a little too tightly. "I don't care if you disarray your clothes afterwards, but please look presentable while at my school." She turned briefly towards Anthony. "Make sure he attends his next class, please," she added with a very, very sweet smile. If she couldn't rely on Marcus, then she could on his friend.
Even though the Delinquent was in class, he did his work as he was told. Though a majority of the student body and especially the council saw him as a renegade, he wasn't entirely. Despite how people saw him and avoided him, he was a good friend to those who knew him. More often then not, his fights were started for means other than vanity. That's how he was, and it was how he and Tony met. Marcus remembered it so clearly because it was the first day of second grade. He and his sister were talking during recess and he saw someone picking on the boy and Marcus immediately stood up and said something. That is actually where a lot of people started taking notice of the male twin. And thus the reputation of Marcus grew as the renegade. All because of him pushing back at someone who was being mean. Even if the story wasn't the best one, Marcus wouldn't have traded a thing. After all..he enjoyed being the renegade quite a bit.
Once he finished his work, He set his pencil down and rested his head on his desk, closing his eyes. Once again his mind wandered. Slowly but surely, Marcus has drifted off to sleep and once more, he found himself in that same dream. This time it lasted a little longer and when the image became worse than what it originally was, Marcus jumped up to see Mr. Roberts scold him.
"Ah..Mr. Mackenzie..Joining us twice in one morning? You are gracing us with your presence quite a bit. Since you are so..eager, to be in my class. How about you answer the next question for me hm?"
Marcus just chuckled, smiling at the teacher. Again he was thankful that something took his mind off of what he had been dreaming and he embraced the change in pace. Looking at the board, the Delinquent thought before nodding.
"I can answer it chief." He exclaimed.
"Without your book open?" Mr. Roberts asked in retort, enjoying what he thought was Marcus squirming to buy time.
"Pft, I don't cheat sir." Closing his book, Marcus nodded. "The answer is April 15th, 1865. Though he didn't die of the bullet. He lasted several days according to the record, so it was more likely infection..Lincoln was a tough guy you know."
Exclaimed Marcus, rubbing his eyes as if what he said meant nothing. Even if he was correct to the answer. He didn't just answer one question but the next three on the board. Then again, he was always good at bouncing back and making people regret trying to set him up.
Tony just laughed, shaking his head.
"Seems he got you there sir."
Mr. Roberts scowled at Anthony, making the young man's smile slowly fade. The teacher played it off, hiding how taken back he was by Marcus by continuing on with a cough.
"As Mr. Mackenzie said, Abraham Lincoln had been in Fords Theatre and died several days later on April 15th, 1865..Can anyone tell me who shot him and how he got away with it? Not that I want any of you copying the man, violence should always be the last resort." Exclaimed the Teacher, as if lecturing the male twin in some way, trying to win back some of his own dignity.
Marcus just smiled at the teacher, waiting for him to look away before leaning over to whisper to his friend.
"Don'tcha worry mate. I got your back." Marcus winked as the lesson went on until the bell.
The next thing that happened, there was no way for Marcus to predict. He noticed his sister get up and move over to him and -he- thought she was going to scold him. Leaning back in his chair, he got ready to get another lecture until the alarm clock was placed into his ear, going off.
"AH!" Marcus yelped, actually leaning back too far out of the reaction, falling back in his chair. Everyone in the class turned their heads to look at them, but seemed to be smiling in amusement at it. Marcus on the other hand was rubbing his ear, both laughing and groaning at the same time.
"Damn sis! All I did was place it in yer bag! No need to make me deaf! How else will your alarms work if my ears don't!" He said, still laughing while resting his back against the chair that was still on the floor. Holding his hand out, he winked at her. Clearly expecting her to help him up.
"So..wanna give me a hand?" Marcus teased, if she did he'd take it and get up but even if she didn't, he'd pick himself up and fix the chair, sitting back down in it.
When his sister started yelling, her brother moved his hand to his ear, acting as if he could hear her.
"Sorry what? All I hear is the loud -ringing- noise that you inflicted upon me..Jeez sis, I'll be sure never to put one of your alarms in your bag again, though next time if ya don't want me to just ask me not to, k?" Marcus said, not being able to stop from smirking at her, knowing it'd probably make her get even more angry. After a minute of her going off, he couldn't help but nod in agreement at him being late.
Feeling the tie that she was placing on his neck get too tight, he coughed a bit. Though he was oddly still smiling at her. Most would find it strange that a brother wouldn't be the least bit mad at their sibling when one would actually cause them to fall down, but for some reason Marcus just seemed to enjoy it. It had to be painful to some degree, didn't it?
"Gah hah...Krisa, Why are you so damned determined to see me in class on time every day? It aint like Mr. Roberts cares you know. He actually expects me to be late and gets off on it! As long as you get here on time that's all that matters right? Besides, You're the perfect one and me? Eh..I don't do perfection too well hah.."
Looking into his sisters eyes when she tied the tie on, he could see that she seemed to be a bit disheartened after today. Though he didn't know why she was so bothered, he solemnly nodded.
"Alright..alright, I'll get here on time tomorrow. Hell I'll even drive you to school if I'm up early enough okay?" Rubbing his ear, he nodded to her with a grunt. He really did hear ringing but it wasn't as bad as what he said. Thinking back on what he said actually made him blink. He rarely ever drove anywhere with his sister and it was odd that he suddenly said that out of no where. Were his dreams affecting him that much?
Tony let out a nervous laugh, looking at Marcus and then Krisa. It was as if two titans were demanding him to do the opposite thing and he was stuck in the middle of them. Tony wasn't the type really get in between the twins, nor was he the type to not follow his friends orders of leaving.
Marcus saw him struggling before getting up and getting ready to leave, nodding to his sister.
"Aw leave him alone, ya can't force him to force me to go to the next class..why don't you knock me out with that alarm clock of yours and -drag- me to my next class..That way you get your lecture across more vividly.."
Turning to leave, Marcus stopped and turned back, smiling at his sister.
"I'll go to my next class..but ya got one minor detail off..This isn't your school sis, it's mine. You enforce the laws but I rule it." The tone her brother gave off was oddly confident enough to show he meant what he said, but waved it off and began heading out.
He may not have fixed his outfit like she wanted, but he didn't touch the tie. For some reason he didn't mind wearing it today and it didn't feel as constricting as it normally did. Even if it was a little tight. Marcus did keep his word though and went to his next class, passing by Heather on the way. Anthony went to his sisters next class because they shared that class, and oddly enough Heather shared Marcus's class with him for second period.
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It took all of Krisella's willpower and very little patience to not bite back at every statement Marcus was making. Did he honestly have the nerve to say that if she merely 'asked' him to not do something, such as his little prank, he'd do it? She asks and requests and demands him practically all the time to not come to school late and to not come with a messy uniform, and what does he do? Not listen! Her anger slowly diminished though at his next remarks. Yes, he was right. She was perfect. Everyone considered her name synonymous with it. But time and time again, teachers and even other troublemakers keep saying otherwise. If she was so goddamn perfect, why couldn't she discipline her own brother? She was student council president, the actions of her students portrayed her own capability in leading them. Her constant, heck it can even be called routine, scoldings for him had no effect and showed her incompetency. And incompetency and perfect do not go together.
But then a bright light suddenly appeared and she could hear a choir of angels.
Kris stared wide-eyed at her brother when he said he'd come on time tomorrow and actually offer a drive. As much as she tried to stop it, a wide grin still broke out across her face. "You better not go back on your word!" Kris took a step back, her feet suddenly feeling a little lighter than before and the smile still on her lips. She couldn't understand why she was so happy at his words. She should be feeling accomplished and proud at finally having him come early tomorrow, not... not happy and excited!
She suddenly tensed up when she felt eyes on her. She shifted her gaze slowly to see Heather looking at her, a wicked grin on the redhead's face. Her friend had seen each and every one of her stupid reactions. Kris quickly went back to her poker face and looked away. But it was too late, the damage had been done and her friend would be teasing her mercilessly later about some stupid brother complex. She looked back towards the two boys, Marcus standing up for his friend. At his suggestion on knocking him out, Kris raised up her alarm clock in all seriousness. When he turned to leave, Kris did the same and headed towards her desk to get her bag.
At his parting words, she suddenly froze up. A few seconds passed and a hand suddenly waved itself in front of her face. Kris quickly looked up at the source and saw Anthony smiling at her. "Ah... you okay there?" he asked tentatively.
She took her bag and headed towards the door, well aware that he would fall in step with her. "... No," she admitted. She wasn't as close to Anthony as Marcus was, but the mere fact that he was Marcus' childhood friend, meant that she herself spent a lot of time with him in the past. Though if he hadn't hung out with her brother as much, she'd definitely just associate him with every other delinquent in the school. "Can you believe what he just said? He 'rules' the school? I am the official ruler of this school!" Anthony was about to say something, but she quickly continued with her monologue. "I mean, sure, as kids it was fine and all, but we're in high school now. I do not share what belongs to me anymore!"
Anthony nodded in complete approval. She was right, they were in high school now. So why does their little spout on who rules the school make him think of the past when they fought over the same toy?
They arrived at their next class seconds before the bell rang and Kris made it a point to sit at the front, as usual. The chemistry discussion went by in a blur, it being among her favorite subjects - actually, all subjects were her favorite. Twenty minutes before the bell would ring again, the teacher had assigned them a seatwork to be done with the person sitting behind you. Kris scanned the paper filled with problems briefly before turning around to face her partner. "Ah, Isabelle Evans, let's work together now, shall we?"
The small girl's eyes widened in shock. "A-Ah... sure." Kris turned her chair around so that they were sharing the other girl's table. Isabelle began writing down the solutions, her hands quivered a little when she stopped writing in certain intervals. Kris chose to ignore it and instead pointed at a number. "I believe we should use this formula. I'm not sure why ma'am didn't tell us, but we could just multiply the molarity by two to get it's normality. I bet she just wants our life to be harder, huh? No need for solving it the long way. As for this, the factor should be two since... oh, wait... " Kris peered at the other problem before laughing lightly. "My bad, you're right there." Kris continued looking at the sheet, but when her partner's pen stopped moving, Kris looked up at the girl with a frown. "Are you alright, Isabelle?"
"Oh, I-I'm fine... I'm... I'm just surprised. I... didn't think you'd be nice," she admitted with an apologetic look.
Krisella let out a sigh before smiling wearily. "Yeah, I get that a lot. I am kind to those who deserve it. I also yell at those who deserve it. It just so happens that the latter is more well known. Ah, right. Where were we?" The class ended after a few more minutes. Isabelle smiled and waved good-bye at Kris, who grinned even wider in reply and waved back much more energetically. As their student council president left the classroom, her partner frowned when she realized it.
Isabelle Evans had never once spoken with Kris, so how did she know her full name?
Third period had passed by uneventfully for Kris and it was finally time for lunch. She exited the classroom with a bright aura. The roughest part of her day was always the morning, so now that it was over with, she was back in her perfect mood. She quickly went towards her friend's locker and found the guy she was looking for. She leaned back on the locker besides his and rummaged through her wallet to bring out a few bills.
Gray, her right hand man and vice president from this morning, took the money and looked down at her wearily. "The usual?"
"Mm-hm, but if you find something I like better, get that instead," she answered as she stood straight again. She's been scouting around for the smokers during lunch hour and always gave the task of buying her lunch to Gray so she could gobble it down the few minutes before classes resumed. Ever since her term, the number of smokers had decreased, but there was always that stubborn bunch that refused to budge.
"I could always do it instead-"
"No! This is a mission I've been trying to complete since who knows when. Only a few stubborn students are left and I will be the one to personally eliminate them," she said in a stern tone. "I have a secret weapon now!"
Gray laughed at his ambitious president. "Humor me."
Kris raised up several pink slips. "Detention slips! The principle has finally given me the power to give the hammer of justice to those nicotine addicts!"
"You think they'd actually go to detention?"
She opened her mouth, then closed it. A tense silence passed. "Argh! No, of course those fools won't!"
"Well, I bring good news to you, Krissie. I think I have an idea that might just work," he said with a confident smile. She was a bit skeptical, but leaned towards Gray anyway as he whispered his plan into her ear.
Rolling his eyes, Marcus couldn't deny the fact that he wouldn't wear his uniform as neatly as she wanted him to. It would be out of character for him, he couldn't even imagine how he'd look with his blazer buttoned, his shit ironed and his tie..well, tied on. His eyes moved over his sister, having to admit she looked better with her uniform nice and neat, it obviously suited her but more than that, she filled it out so nic- Whoa! Where did that come from!? Clearly the dream had knocked some of his senses loose, or maybe it was the fight last week that he got into. With a blush forming on his cheeks, he just smirked at her, hiding the discomfort that thought brought to him.
"Sis, ya know asking aint such a bad thing. I don't listen to you tellin' me to wear my uniform prim and proper because I'm more comfortable this way. I don't wanna have to come to school every day feeling uncomfortable. What if I made you wear your uniform like I wear mine? It'd drive you mad too!" Looking away, he mumbled the next part. "The damn thing all perfect..gonna send me to the hospital." He said, not realizing that he said it. With a blink, he coughed and tried shrugging it away.
Moving to the next class, Marcus had no idea what he said bothered his sister. Though he should have figured as much with how she was. She always wanted to control the school and enforce its law. Marcus ran it differently, he always had some deal or bargain or even fear running the agreements for him. The Groundskeeper had a son within the school and Marcus came to him about keeping him safe from the athletic team. In all honesty they were nightmares, but 'picture perfect' for everyone else. They appeared to be the perfect type of people, honor students as well as tough. But the things they did to the non-jocks of the school? It was as if they re-vamped the sterotype from the 80's. That is where he stood. Between the Athletic team and their corrupt coach, and the others. The smart kids or the kind kids. Though..he had to admit, it was pretty fun starting his little feud.
Marcus was no knight in shining armor, in fact he didn't even know the Athletic team were so mean, one day he saw one of the football teams players messing around in the cafeteria and he may or may not have stolen the ball he was playing with to tease him. Things quickly got heated after that and of course a few black eyes and bruises later, he and several others ended up in the principals office. Only he was smiling during the whole ordeal.
Sitting down at his desk in the next class, which happened to be only a seat in front of Heather's, the 'Delinquent' stared for a second. Why the hell was he here!? Because he told his sister he would? With a groan, he rubbed his eyes and rested his head down on the desk, waiting for the class to start. It was a boring one and he couldn't help but look back at Heather, sighing.
He said, looking at his sisters friend, leaning on his desk so he could look into her eyes as he spoke. Though he and Heather hadn't talked much, they knew one another enough to be considered friendly.
"So what's up with you and my sister hm? You kept smiling and smirking at her like ya know something 'bout her..should I be worried that you're gonna do something?" Mark asked with genuine concern.
The class started shortly after him talking to Heather. Mathematics always seemed to go slow for him, but oddly enough it was his best subject. Just like his sister, he seemed to be good at remembering the formula on how to get a result, though he didn't really pay attention to the class. He was more worried with what was going on in his head lately. Maybe he should talk to the councilor..Hah yeah right, they never helped and he'd probably make a big thing about it.
At about the halfway point in the class, Marcus got a text from Anthony, asking him if he was going to leave. Taking out his phone, he responded that he was sticking around and then almost immediately after, he got a teasing 'AWWWWW' from his friend. A faint groan left his lips before putting his phone away, not wanting to bother with it in the middle of class or he may accidentally slip and do something his -dear- sister would disapprove of.
Once lunch came around, Marcus moved slowly to the lunch line, taking out some money he had and bought himself some juice and whatever else seemed edible. He ate while he walked outside where most of the seniors go to talk and spend the bit of free time they had, he came across Anthony looked at him with a smirk.
"Hey bro, how ya doing?" Asked his friend who didn't have anything to eat, so Marcus tossed him a bag of chips he bought, smiling at him.
"Nothing much mate. So about that 'Aw' earlier, come on I was just listening to her, she seems a little different today, more strict ya know?"
Anthony laughed, crossing his arms at his childhood friend, smirking widely.
"Yeah she aint the only one. You keep lookin' at 'er bro. What's up with that? That and you should go and find her and apologize about that line of ruling the school. She seems to believe she runs it an-" As he spoke, he could tell Marcus stared at his as if asking if -he- believed that.
"Of course you run it boss. Who else manages to do half the things you do eh? You got half the teachers in your pocket and even manage to keep things from getting too bad and look damn good doin' it too."
Marcus coughed at that last part, almost choking.
"..Yeah..yeah quit kissing up..maybe you're right, I should go find her and apologize. Didn't even think about her getting upset about what I said. Go and make sure the Groundskeepers son is safe, I haven't seen the football team at all today. -Don't- go alone, ask John to go with ya. He's probably doin' nothin' anyway."
Tony nodded, looking into the cafeteria.
"You got it boss. Just don't stir up too much trouble alright? You'll piss her off and then she may just kill your ass and then I'd be all heart-broken."
Waving that last line off, Marcus went to go look for his sister while Anthony went to go ask John to check on their arrangement.
That was how it was for the twin brother, He was good at causing trouble and it seemed that organizing his friends to do just that was a common goal they all could get behind.
"Where is she?" He asked himself as he began looking around the school, knowing she usually was out here.
Heather took her seat and brought out her notebook and multiple colored pens. She looked up with a raised eyebrow when Kris' twin brother turned to talk to her. Her confused face turned into a smug one at his question. "Oh~? Are you actually worried about her? I'm her dear gal pal so of course I know more about her than you might know... than she herself knows." She rested her chin atop her palm and smirked at him.
"And does it look like I'd do anything bad to her?"
Krisella slapped her hands to her cheek, trying to get rid of the image her mind was conjuring. She could not believe Gray would suggest a thing! She'd rather die than do something so shameful in front of her brother! She walked around aimlessly, trying to cool her head down. Now wasn't the time think of that, she had to focus on finding those troublemakers! With that settled, she stopped walking and looked around. She had wound up outside the school building and by the football field... "I can't believe I walked so far thinking of..." she muttered, another blush forming. She was about to turn around and head back towards the main building, but then froze up.
Smoke. She tilted her head and sniffed. Someone was smoking. In her patrols for delinquents like her brother and co. she had never encountered them near the football field. Pretty clever, she had to say, for suddenly changing their hiding spot. She followed the scent and found herself in front of the football team's supply shed. Kris stood in front of the door, a handkerchief over her nose and mouth. "How dare they use a club room that doesn't even belong to... them..." She had opened the door and dropped her handkerchief in shock. She had expected her brother, his friends, or other common offenders. But instead she was met with members of the football team, the kind, rule-abiding and honor students in her school. She loved all the people in clubs at her school, they were what brought it prestige and fame to their name - be it any club. So she had not expected one of the most outstanding of them would smoke on school grounds.
Well, the deed had been done, no use being shocked for any longer. Student council president mode: On. Kris clicked her tongue and pulled out her detention slips. If her twin brother and his gang never went to detention, that didn't mean these students did the same. "Robert Ross, Dave Griffon, Jake Smith and..." She frowned when she saw Heather's boyfriend, the very captain of their team, among the bunch. "Zeke Daniels." Heather had told her to keep their relationship a secret, Kris wasn't sure why, but she didn't question her friend's motives. It was a shame her lover was a nicotine lover as well though.
Zeke quickly put out his cigarette. "Oh come on, pres, we're not doing it near any other students."
"And what do you call me?" she said without looking up from her writing. "We all share these school grounds and I so happened to pass by your field. And what do I smell? Lung cancer. What if other students decide to enjoy the outdoors by this area? Please think of your health and those of others before doing this."
"If coach finds out we got detention, he'd suspend us for the next game!" one of them said.
"Serves you right, then!"
"Don't give us those slips and I won't come by later at the budget meeting," Zeke said with a smirk.
Kris froze. While she did say she loved all clubs very much, if she had to rank them, the athletic clubs were at the very bottom because of those very budget meetings. They always insisted on more finances, even going so far as to say to cut other clubs' funds. Of course, Kris never granted their request but the meetings took hours because of their stubborn behavior. No doubt it'd be the same later. And among the most stubborn would be the football team...
"Very well." The boys cheered and high-fived their captain. "I will change your detention to tomorrow, Zeke Daniels, so that you can attend the meeting later."
Before she removed the pink sheets, the bundle was suddenly took from her hands and thrown to the nearby trashcan. She quickly glared up and met eyes with the biggest member and captain of the team. Zeke reached behind her and closed the door, before trapping her between his arms. "Come on, pres, imagine how sad Heather would be if she found you got me suspended from the team."
"Imagine how sad she'd be if she found out the mouth she's kissing had a cigarette in it!" she shot back.
Her glare didn't waver as Zeke took hold of her chin. "Imagine how sad she'd be if she found out her best friend kissed me." Kris' eyes widened and she tried to turn her head away, but made little success as the taller man leaned in close. "Don't move-OH FUCK!"
Kris lowered her leg as she saw Zeke clench the area where she kicked, wheezing in pain on the floor. "I did not expect to see such behavior from you- Huh? Eh?! L-Let go!" Two other members had grabbed onto her arms. The fallen one now stood up again, glaring harshly.
Kris paled and tried to break free from the hold on her. The cold stare she was receiving sent shivers down her spine. For the first time in her term of scolding rule breakers, this was the first time she was truly afraid of those she was punishing. Now that she thought about it, the past delinquents had either accepted the scolding or just tried to smooth talk out of it. None of them ever reacted like this... Fear consumed her and she didn't know what to do.
"Marcus?" Heather called out as she saw the blonde boy looking around, probably looking for his sister. "You seem to be searching frantically for someone, and if she is who I think she is, Gray told me she was at the student council room. It seems he's going to carry out the task of looking for troublemakers - ah, you and your friends, I guess - instead of Krissie today."
Why did she call out his name?
The door suddenly swung open and she was pulled into the arms of someone. Her face lit up and she looked up to see who it was.
Gray smiled down at her when they met eyes.
... Why did she feel a tinge of disappointment?
Gray then wore his blank face as he stared at the other men in the room. "I'll handle this, Kris. They're probably just a bit on edge today because of the upcoming game... I'm sure you understand." Kris looked at him for a moment, then glanced at the football players. "You yourself know that they wouldn't really hurt you, right?"
"Ugh, yeah, sorry, pres. The whole kiss thing was a joke, and sorry if we were scaring you," Zeke said, turning away.
"Go back to the council room. I left your food there... I'll deal with their punishment," Gray said. Before Kris could object and ask how did he know she was there, he quickly continued. "You trust me, don't you?"
"... Yeah," she honestly said. "I leave it to you then." She gave one last look at the players that wouldn't look her in the eye - out of guilt, maybe - before leaving the room.
After a minute of silence, Gray quickly grabbed onto Zeke's collar. "I thought I told you to leave Krisella out of this." Gray was the student council vice president, Kris' right hand man... and the ace of the school's soccer club - one of the many influential athletic clubs.
"She was the one that barged in and threatened us with detention! At least keep your puppet on a leash!"
Allied with the vice president and in close relations with the secretary, the athletic clubs had the council under their control as well.
And only the president herself hadn't a clue.
Kris walked by several students as she headed to the student council room, not even bothering to spare a greeting. As she neared the room, her eyes caught sight of a familiar head of blonde hair. There were several blondes in her school, herself included, but there was always one specific blonde she'd be able to distinguish from a crowd. She didn't know where he was headed - to the council room, cafeteria, or some other location - but that didn't matter.
She quickly went towards Marcus, took hold of his hand and muttered his name. She didn't know why it was his name she called earlier and why she suddenly wanted to be with him now, but then again did she even need a reason? She had long stopped relying on her brother for help the past years, but now... She clenched tightly on his hand and sincerely hoped that he wouldn't let go.
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Upon hearing Heather's accusation of him, Mark couldn't help but smirk at her. He wasn't going to hide the fact he was worried, she was his sister and even if they grew up on different views of the world and even picked on one another, he would always worry about his sister. She was in a dangerous position and knowing her personality? She could very well be hurt if one of the Delinquents was having a bad day. That thought alone made Marcus question why they haven't yet. A lot of the people she scolded weren't in his group, so he thought that maybe they just didn't jump at her because they were scared of her Delinquent brother. He did have a reputation for fighting..Conceited or not, he simply shrugged at the idea of that. Didn't matter as long as his sister was safe.
"Am I worried? Hah yeah, I am. Your boyfriend..erm..what's his face. Eh..it isn't important what his name is, he is one of the worst people in the school, and people seem 'ta think that it's me. Course..they aren't exactly wrong..Hell, just look at me eh? Sure is tough bein' King."
Said the 'King' Delinquent in a cool and confident tone. Every time he spoke of him ruling the school, it was as if his word was sound on it. Perhaps he truly believed he was in fact on top of that.
Tilting his head at the girl, he just smiled and nodded to her question.
"You know what my father use to tell me? Never take something at face value. Even from a pretty one such as yours, so who knows. Maybe you could. Though I don't think you'd wanna cross Krisa, she can handle herself and that's like going to war with someone who aint exactly gonna let you do what ya like..you should know that since you know her so well... So you know what? I change my answer. You won't do anything. Hell, I think twice on doing something and I'm her twin."
The 'self' proclaimed King stated, not seeming to care what she knew about his sister. As he said, despite the whole different views of life, he had faith in his sister. He actually trusted her more than he trusted himself. If she said she'd do something it usually was done as soon as it could be and further more, she was actually kinda scary when she got going.
'Not there..not there either..damn it where is she!?'
Was all Marcus was thinking as he began moving quicker through the places his sister normally checked for Delinquents. Having him stop and ask several of them who seemed to be just chilling out and smoking with their friends.
"Oi, have any of ya seen my sister?" He asked, in which only got a no from all of them. That is when he began thinking the worst. He hadn't seen the football team at all and at first he thought they were bothering the Groundskeepers son, but now? What if his sister found them doing something?..No, she can handle herself! Marcus stopped when he heard a soft voice, looking back toward who was talking to him.
"Heather? What do you mean who ya think it is?" He asked, then shook his head.
"Never mind, I don't wanna know. And Gary said what?! Hah yeah right, she wouldn't jus' give up that duty cause she is passionate 'bout it. But..thanks, I'll look there.." As he turned to leave, he waved his hand at the girl to thank her before heading toward the council room in a rush.
Heading over there didn't take long, the school was a decent size but not too bad. He kept his eyes open, looking around to see if he could spot his twin. Though some may consider him worrying about her this much to be excessive, those who knew Krisa like he did would know she always follows her routine. That was one of the biggest things that separated them because Mark always the one to not follow routine. How did he even succeed enough to get -into- high school? Probably because his sister always dragged him to do everything he needed to.
Feeling something grab his hand brought his attention out of his worry, only to look back. Though he already knew who it was with his name being muttered. The Delinquent stared at the student council president with shock and worry in his eyes. It was the first time he had seen her look so timid in his entire life and that scared him to the core. To this day he thought that nothing could de-rail his twin. She was always so motivated to do what was right and to take whatever the consequence was to serve that purpose, but now? She looked as if she was trembling.
Without a second thought, Marcus wrapped his arms around her, hugging her to him tightly, moving one hand up and down her back, while running his fingers through her hair with the other one. He didn't talk for a minute before he just nodded, not letting go. Even if people stared at them strangely, he honestly couldn't care less.
Was all he could mutter, closing his eyes for a moment. Though when he did, he could smell her sweet smelling perfume on her, making him flinch at how confusing that got for him. Though forcing that down, he simply ignored it.
"I'm here Sis..I'm not going anywhere neither hah..Tell me what happened and let your brother make it better, k?"
Mark's tone wasn't like normal, instead he seemed to be speaking softer to her. A faint smile was on his lips as he nodded to her, trying to encourage her to open up and tell him what was happening. Even if she had come to not rely on him, he would always be ready to do something for her if it didn't involve being 'perfect'. Even if some occasions needed him to be. He could name a few situations that would most likely never happen.
Looking down at their hands, the brother didn't want his sister to be seen out in the open like this, so the grip on her hand tightened as he began leading her to the council room, checking to make sure it was empty, and even if it wasn't? The people who were in there would be grabbed and thrown out by the presidents brother. All the while, he never pulled his hand away from hers.
"..What happened." Was all he said, looking into her eyes.
If she told him, Marcus would nod and stay there with her until she didn't need him anymore. Though the urge of leaving to go claim vengeance would be severe, Mark knew better. Her twin would get up and hug her again, laughing at the small detail of how she kicked Zeke. That minor detail made him grin happily as well as having a bit pride in his sister.
"Ahaha. Ya kicked 'em where it hurts eh? We really are related. We may be twins but I was startin' to think I was like..adopted in some way.." Though he would take a deep breath, his voice became more sincere and even a little dark, a side he rarely showed in front of his sister. The tone sounded a little close to what he sounded like when he said he ruled their school.
"I'll handle it, okay? Don'tcha worry Krisa, I'm the only one who gets to bully ya."
Then again, if she didn't tell him, He would try and talk to some of the other people that were outside and see if they saw his sister doing something. There was a reputation of him and that reputation made some people a little scared of the Delinquent twin, so getting an answer out of them may be worth checking, He just hoped that he could find out..He cared about how scared she was, not liking it one bit. Someone had to see something, right? As long as he knew who did it, it was enough to get what he wanted. Rules were all his sister was worried about, but she didn't understand that some rules were always broken. That changing the way things are can't always follow by the book. Nothing was black and white anymore. It wasn't the good (Law) vs. evil (Delinquents) routine that his sister seemed to believe. There was always a fine line between good and bad.
If he was given the chance, Marcus would stay with his sister the rest of the day.
"I'll stay with you the rest of the day if you want. Hah the teachers may have somethin' 'ta say 'bout me stickin' around in a class that aint mine but I think I can convince em otherwise."
Little did she know, he already had a plan on how he would handle this if he could find out who did this, and as soon as he could? he'd get back at the bastards who dared touch his sister and make her as scared as she was. -No one- was allowed to do that, Not to the Kings twin.
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Heather bit back a laugh as she ran a hand through her hair. Her relationship with the football captain was supposed to be kept a secret between a select few, but then again, she knew better than to underestimate the influence and information network Kris' twin brother had going on. "He's a total bastard, I am aware. I also know just what Kris is capable of and I wouldn't even dream of going against her and I'm her best friend," she said in response to his 'twin' comment. Her small smile set to a frown. "Yes, you're right on all accounts expect for that silly notion of you as a 'king'. There's only one ruler in this school and it sure as hell isn't you."
"Enough chatting!" their teacher suddenly called out. "Class is starting. Now pass your assignments."
Krisella let out a gasp when she was suddenly pulled into a hug before relaxing into it when she felt the comforting gestures of her brother. When was the last time they had hugged like this? Years, she bet. She knew she had lost to Marcus in height ever since they hit their teens, but she never knew that he had grown big enough for her body to fit perfectly in his arms. She raised up her other hand and gripped tightly onto the back of his blazer, leaning her own body against his. A small smile graced her face when he spoke. It had also been years since she last heard his comforting tone of voice. A minute had yet to pass but she already felt better... Had his hugs always have this effect on her?
When he let go of her she felt a bit... sad...? She ignored the uncalled for emotion and followed after her brother as they entered the empty student council room. When his eyes met hers and he asked what had happened, she suddenly felt uneasy. Hesitation flitted her eyes and she looked away. "A-Ah, nothing, just some student council stuff. I don't need to tell you anything. I mean, I know you're worried, but you hardly tell me anything when I'm worried sick after one of your many stupid fights or when you get home so late or-..." She trailed off when she realized the situation. There was one huge difference between all those happenings and what was occurring now: Kris had approached him. She was not his confidante when he was in trouble, but here she was, treating him as one after a simple problem. Well, it certainly wasn't "simple", but she didn't even get physically harmed. So why was he the first one he approached? She had Heather, didn't she? She could have even waited for Gray, right?
She took a deep breath. Who was she kidding? Those two were precisely the reason why she was with her brother now. "For... Forget what I said earlier. I'll tell you. So... um..." She took a deep breath before recounting what happened. Her voice was monotonous through it all, but she did let out a soft giggle at his comment regarding her kick to Zeke. Her eyes widened a little when he spoke in a tone that seemed foreign to her. She stared at him for a moment, wondering how often he got this serious. She did feel comforted when he said he'd take care of the situation, but...
All her inhibitions were lost thought at his very last comment. She gripped his hand tightly. "Oh, don't skip your class on my account. Make sure you attend them. You better attend them. And what nonsense were you spouting out again? 'I'll handle it', you say? This is my problem. I will deal with it in an appropriate manner and I do not need anymore of your help. You being here is already all the help I'll need of you. Besides, the only reason I told you..." Her steady voice wavered. "The only reason I told you was because... because I don't know if I can tell this to Heather and Gray." The root of her worries was coming to surface. "Does that make me a bad friend? Should I be doubting them? I never knew Heather's boyfriend was such a person and why did she want to keep it a secret? She's beautiful and smart and he's handsome and smart. What's there to be ashamed of?" It didn't occur to her that she told the 'secret' to her brother. "And Gray... Oh god, it was so obvious he had something going on with the football team that he didn't want me to know about."
She let go of her twin's hand and began pacing the council room. "But they're my friends! I trust them completely! We're like the Golden Trio, for goodness sake! They'd never lie to me... right?" She immediately shook her head. "Of course not!" she said, answering her own question. "I believe in them... They're up to something, but I know it isn't anything bad." She turned to face Marcus, her own monologue was enough to convince her now that she actually said her thoughts aloud. "The reason I had... trouble earlier was because I went in alone. The next time I confront them, I will make sure to bring Gray and Heather along. The student council will handle the football club's sudden attitude problem. I'm sure Gray is lecturing them as we speak... You, on the other hand, shall stay out of this, got it?"
She did not want her twin to take care of her problems. She was long past the stage of relying on her brother whenever she got bullied for her goody-two-shoes self like back in elementary. She was student council president; the students looked up to her and the teachers trusted her. There's no way she'd rely on one of the major delinquents in school. So what if he was her brother? School matters will be settled with school roles. The only reason she was not taking action this very moment was due to a slight of temporary weakness and her own uselessness in the situation she had gotten herself into in earlier - something that will not happen again. And it was obviously unfavorable for her twin. Between the football team and her brother, it was obvious who'd get all the blame should a ruckus occur. She was not going to let him get in trouble for something she could've done herself. The power of the council was obsolete. They were always the good guys, no matter the situation, and she was planning to take advantage of that.
Marcus couldn't help but chuckle at how every single one of the council had said that, even his sister. Though he still never gave up that title.
"Let me guess, Ms. Sidekick. You and the council have your heads so firmly implanted up your own arse, ya can't even think to wonder what it is I do to earn the title of King as well as the bad boy in this school, or who I'm fighting during any of my fights..save the few challenges I get with notes in my locker..that actually gets kind've annoying as all hell..Ya know what? Believe what you guys want." Said Marcus with a laugh, looking back to the front.
"Besides, who better would hold that title..your boyfriend? Yeah right I'd overthrow his ass in a second..that creeper that hangs around my sister? Argh..aint much of anything far as I know.."
With a grin, Marcus was about to say something to the teacher only to have his sister appear in his head, scolding him. His expression of joy immediately shifted which made him look down. 'What is she telepathic now?!" thought the twin, rolling his eyes at the thought of his sister being able to do that. After that, he pretty much quieted down and let the class continue.
Her twin didn't want to admit to what he was thinking about their hugs because it wasn't quite as innocent as he'd wish it was. The 'Bad Boy' didn't quite understand why they stopped embracing so much, but he pretty much assumed it was because they were the opposite side of a coin, or better put. The opposite side of the spectrum. How could they be on a normal hugging basis when one broke the rules and the other made sure they weren't even bendable? Then again, how could they not be close. Marcus cared about his sister and the look in his eyes when she was trembling in his arms would reveal that easily. He wouldn't say it but that fact alone scared the hell out of him. She was his twin, the iron willed sister and the one who could make things happen by the books, where as he had to manipulate and force his way into deals that gave him an advantage.
The school had threatened to remove him from the grounds forcefully for some of the stunts he pulled and even expel him, but here he remained. Someone always had an opening for a deal after all.
"My stupid fights? Hah you know ya may call em that, but if I saw what they were doing today? I bet you would have been glad to have me there, and I would be too because then I wouldn't have to see you so damn sc-"
Stopping mid sentence, the Delinquent could only stare at her before calming down. He wasn't going to finish his sentence so instead, he nodded to her and let her continue on about what she had been saying. She was right about mostly everything. Mark didn't come home at proper times and even missed dinner half the time. He was rarely home with half the things him and his gang did, just last night they were drinking and having a good time. That and they may or may not have messed with the coaches car. The thought of that made her brother grin slightly.
"I just..don't wanna ever see you get that way again, okay? Not fuckin' ever. The football team aint even the worst of it. There are tons of bastards out there and yer lucky that Gray is in league with them, or they woulda grabbed his ass up with ya and..argh!"
Rubbing his eyes, he found this whole thing aggravating.
"I aint exactly one to follow what the precious council thinks is right, Ya think following the rules is gonna make it easy, ya think those rich bastards know what rules really mean? Hah they'll do what they want while keepin' that facade up. I bet ya ten to one that their families help fund the school, you don't rule this school sis. In the end, the ones who do are the ones with the biggest bank accounts. Why do ya think I hate your rules so damn much..What they did to you?..What they were -going- to do to you?" Clenching his fists, his eyes moved down to the floor as he thought about what could've happened. He didn't think the football team were that corrupt, but being a delinquent, it was obvious what he'd assume would happen. That's when she said it, -her- problem.
"This is your problem?..Heather is dating the guy who could've done something FAR worse than smoking, to you. -My- sister. Gray is in league with them and to what end? Do you really believe that they're going along with it for the greater good? Sis in all your life, when have you seen somebody follow something they know is awful, for the greater good? Hell I'd sooner compare your scrawny friend Gray to a politician and Heather a-"
At this point, Marcus knew that he was getting too worked up and felt out of place doing so, how could he blame himself?! It wasn't his fault that she was almost taken and brutalized. They may not have done something now, but some of the people she encountered? He wouldn't put it passed them to use their power in the school to sweep it under the rug and play it off, call her crazy and probably get Gray and Heather to back them up. Though this all was from someone who only trusted 2 people in the school, and he was sitting right by one of them.
"The golden trio? Buwhahahahaha! You seriously call yourselves that!? Why not something more cliche'd like the three musketeers eh? You do know all trio's don't really mean they're like brothers and sisters, besides. If they're your trio, what am I? Your black sheep?..Yeah actually I probably am."
Without a second thought, he got up and moved over to her, wrapping his arms around her tightly, holding her to him.
"You believe what you want, about me, your friends and even who rules the school. I don't care about where you draw the line because I know where I stand, and even if you think this aint true? I will -always- have your back. We grew up together and if you think I could sit idle while some brat almost hurt you?"
By now, Marcus was trembling himself, though he didn't know why. He didn't let go as quickly as he had before and after a minute, he pulled away from her and looked into her eyes.
"I always got'cher back Krisa. I don't think he's lecturing them but instead probably workin' on their next plan. And another thing, Gray told Heather that you decided to stay behind in the council room. So if he's so trustworthy, why would he lie? I know you would never give up a chance to exploit your so called power as Council president. But know this, there's a difference between good and bad, the bad guys are willing to do anything to win, even if it means their souls with em.."
With that, Marcus turned toward the door and moved toward it as the bell rang once more to alert students of a different period to get to class.
"I'll always stick by ya, even if they don't. Following the rules or not, you're more important to me than you'll ever be to Heather or Gray." With that, he moved to leave.
Once he was outside, he pulled out his phone to get a hold of Tony. It was time to set in motion what he had in mind.
"Hey Tony, I need you to help me out with something."
Afterwards, Marcus avoided going to class and instead stayed outside of the class his sister was in. He didn't think the goody-two shoes football club would try anything during that, but that wasn't gonna stop him from sticking by her and keeping her safe. Besides it wasn't the first time he'd get into a fight with the athletes of their school.