MARCUS'S POV
I was very thankful that I didn't have my father's unfortunate stupidity. I had his looks but not his brains.
I was a straight A+ student but my own father never seemed to care about my grades. Only one person genuinely cared about my grades.
And that was Chelsea.
Once I was awarded for being the best student Chelsea was thrilled it made my darkness less.
Chelsea places a comforting hand on my shoulder and I snap out of my thoughts.
"Hey is something?" She asks curiously and I nod negatively.
The last thing I wanted to do is make her worry about my shit.
I can take care of myself just fine.
I gave Chelsea an assuring fake smile.
"I'm fine Chelsea don't worry yourself."
She gave me a doubtful look.
" Come on Chelsea I said I'm fine so don't worry and let's finish eating" I muttered coolly pointing at our unfinished piece of cake.
She smiled and dug into the cake.
Chelsea smeared some frosting on my face.
And I shrieked in surprise more than fear.