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Marcus López Argüello: Stay away from Chico.

Words: 1019

Warnings: Mentions of killing, assassins and killers.

Edited?: no haha

Reader pronouns: not stated.

Summary: Y/N helps Marcus after Chico pour coke over his head on his first day at Kings Dominions.

Author's note: marcus my beloved <3. i just wanted to write it, even if it's short. request are open for all the characters listed on my fandoms list, please request! it is not mentioned the beginning of a relationship or anything but you could imagine it like that.

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Once you had gotten everything you needed, you closed your locker and continued to talk to one of your friends as the classes in Kings Dominions didn't start yet, for there were some minutes left. You were still rambling about your homework with your friend Cynthia when she grabbed you firmly by the shoulder and made you lean into her. At first you couldn't understand anything, but when your turned around to where Cynthia was looking, you did. 

Your friend had made you move in order to not get in Chico's way, like always angry but having someone to let his rage out to: the new kid. Marcus López Argüello, also known as the new kid, was probably the student who had build up a rep of his own faster in Kings Dominions' history. Basically killing all the kids at that boy's home was really something, wasn't it? You thought Marcus didn't have the kind of looks to be a killer of that status. But never judge a book by its cover, right?

Marcus must have been some big mouth dude, because Chico was an asshole, but he usually didn't wake up with the goal of showering with coke the first student he could find. Or maybe, that was all Maria's fault, which because of her reputation, it didn't feel so strange to you. Whatever it had really happened, Chico had thrown a coke over Marxus head, as you could see while Cynthia giggled next to you. 

"It's not funny, Cyn" you said, shaking your head, but there was a little smile growing on your lips as you glanced at a confused Marcus. 

The bell rang ordering the students to go to their classes, but you didn't move, not even reacting to Cynthia when she grabbed your arm, trying to drag you to class. You were still looking over at Marcus, standing in the middle of the hallway, watching all the other students rush to their classes. 

"Y/N, you're going to be late!" whispered Cynthia when you started to walk away from her and went towards Marcus. You turned your face to look at her, a sly smile on your lips "Then cover for me, would ya? It'll be some minutes"

Still walking confidently towards Marcus, you greeted Billy—who was the owner of the coke Chico had thrown over at Marcus—with your head when he went in your opposite direction, to go to class. Once you finally reached Marcus, you firmly took his hand and started dragging him through the empty hallway. 

"Who- What are you doing?" he asked, confusion almost visible around him, but not doing anything to stop you. 

"Come" you said, simply, not really answering his question. 

In silence, you guided Marcus to the boy's laboratory and closed the door once you two were inside. 

Letting go of his hand, you walked to one of the sinks, taking a quick glance at him through the mirror, before taking off your backpack and leaving it on the sink, carefully making sure it wouldn't get wet. 

"You know, you should take that jacket of yours off if you don't want it soaking up your shirt," you scoffed, amused, opening your backpack and trying to find that towel you always carried with you in case you had to take some blood off your uniform ", and another free to? Don't mess with Chico and stay away from Maria"

Marcus took his jacket off, and accepted the towel you gave him, but he didn't try to dry himself "Who are you?"

"Name's Y/N," you glanced at him while you zipped your backpack ", and you're Marcus, right?"

"Yeah"

"'Kay, Marcus, now put your head under the sink or you'll have coke on your hair forever"

He did what you told him, again, letting you help him so the water would get to all the places where the sticky drink was. 

Marcus did the drying by himself, first drying his hair with your towel and then the parts of his shirt that had been affected by the incident too. You watched him, crossing your arms, amused for some reason that was escaping him. 

"Why are you helping me?" he asked, handing you your towel back. 

"Keep it, maybe you'll need it again," you said, then chuckling to something he didn't find funny. "First days are always rough, especially if you're in an assassin's school. Thought might make it a bit easier"

Marcus nodded slowly, satisfied with your answer, and tucked the towel under his arm after he had put his jacket back on. 

"Why did you kill those kids?" 

He looked up at you quickly, like he had been horrified by your question. You didn't understand how he looked like that, maybe the question had caught him off guard, but he truly looked horrified. Could a killer of so many people be horrified by his body count? There was something off. 

"Well, you go straight to the point, don't you?" he scoffed, defensive, fierce look in his eyes. 

You raised your brows "Why wouldn't I? I mean, you truly are a monster if you did it for fun" 

"I didn't do it- for fun" Marcus said, a slow pause before the last two words. 

You stared at him, like you were trying to figure him out. Marcus was sure you wouldn't figure him out, you really needed more than two minutes with him to understand him. The staring contest was ended by you nodding, undescriptable expression on your face.

"Stay away from Chico, would you, Marcus boy?" you requested, moving towards the door. You patted his shoulder, stopping when you were next to him. You looked at him, directly into the eyes "You look like a fun dude, and I wouldn't like to see you dead before meeting ya, okay?"

Marcus turned around when you continued your way towards the door, stopping you with his words "Wait- Where are you going?" 

You giggled, shaking your head to his obliviousness "This is a school, lovie. We might not have basic maths as a subject, but we have class, you know?"

"Oh, right"