Marcia sat, hugging her knees. “Marcia? Are you crying? What's wrong?” Blake slid down next to her.
“I want to be left alone, okay?”
"Sorry, can't do that. You're too upset to be left alone. Now, talk to me. What's going on?"
"What do you care, anyway? You hate me, right?"
"Where are you getting that? I hate that you're late for writing club all the time. I hate that you don't take life seriously, but I don't hate you, Marcia. I find you rather intriguing."
“I sure do,” Blake smiled.
"I fought with my boyfriend this morning."
“What? Did you think I was single or something?”
“Why? Because I'm not girlfriend material?”
“I- I didn't say that.”
"No, but you were thinking it!"
“I was thinking no such thing,”
Marcia smiled. “You should do that more often. Smile, I mean. It's a beautiful smile. Are you going to be okay?”
“I'll be fine in a few hours. Hey, Blake? Thanks for talking to me.”
"No problem. Remember, don't be late for writing club anymore!"
Marcia giggled and got up. Marcia's boyfriend cleared his throat and took her hand. “We have one fight, and you're already flirting with someone else?”
"Excuse me?! That was not what I was doing. He's nice to me"
"Guys are only nice because they want one thing, Marcia."
“Is that why you've been nice to me? Eww, gross. Get away from me!” Marcia pushed her boyfriend and ran away.
“Hey, idiot! What's your name again?”
“My name is? It's Tucker.”
Blake punched Tucker in the face. “Treat Marcia like that again, and see what happens.”