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Why did she have to do that? Just- why? First time it had been the maxi pads. She’d just told him ‘grab some friends, go get me things’. Which resulted in them having to steal maxipads. And attempt to deliver them to Caelius. And get a severe ‘burn’ as he was asked how it felt to have a bleeding v****a. He really had not enjoyed his promotion in the sense he’d been publically mocked.
Groaning into his pillow, Cass had… helped him later that morning but he’d flipped his s**t. Freaked out. He’d gone off the deep end so far he was more or less concerned about his mental stability reading back on his messages. He’d gone as far to proposition a gay orgy. Lovely. Just- lovely. And on an island this small it was hard to not have people find out. Not know and laugh it up. At his expense. Mocking just dug into him more than he liked. He could take getting yelled at, but the mocking? He held back poorly. He couldn’t hold back at all.
Rolling around in his bed, he looked at his pants on the floor, wondering if it would be bad to just stay in his room, pantless, and brood. His body answered for him in the form of hunger. No Marcus, you had to put our clothes back on and go get food. Brooding and moping in your room all day was not suitable. Plus that was like letting Julie win. Win what he didn’t know, but damn it all! He should go out. Do something, mocking be damned.
He managed to roll over onto his side before he didn’t want to move anymore. This. This was the kind of s**t he wrapped himself up in. This was what he did. He got pissed, upset, acted out, brood and mope, then- then he just revert back. Back to familiarity. To charging through the day with only the will to see the end as his goal. He hated it but, it was just what he knew. What he was used to doing and what worked. Rolling in his bed again, he didn’t seem to be able to get up. Sit up. Go out. He was just a lump on a log. A very upset lump at that.
Rolling over again, he looked at the pants. Why did he have to wear pants? It wasn’t like he was nude, (only he was), he could just- ********. He slammed his face into his pillow. Walking around in his boxers because he was depressed was just dumb. And Stupid. And just- ******** it. He threw his legs out of bed and just kind of laid like that.
He did move for a while, just staring at his ceiling.
He needed to put on his pants. And get out of his bed. And get food. And just not be a little b***h.
Which he was being
A b***h.
Because Julie had made a homoerotic picture of him and Dakota and he’d flipped his s**t on his phone and broken it.
Marcus tried to pick up his pants with his foot.
This didn’t work very well.
He tried again.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
This went on for about four more times before he just reached over and grabbed them, optiong to put them on while on his bed and not standing up, which was really less effort than trying to get into his pants on his bed.
Five minutes he struggled to get his pants on while half laying in bed. It was 4/5 ths laziness and him giving up. 1/5 th him just wiggling hopelessly. Then like magic he got them on. Only to sudden not want to move again. ******** everything. Groaning he just kind of… flopped. Flopped out of his bed. Finally standing. He was doing so well. Reaching over he looked at his phone, a smile as he saw Cass’s message. Small things like that make him happy, made him feel better then he was.
He had s**t to do and- He needed to not be a b***h. Grabbing his coat he fling open the door and kept his gaze level. Granted , he was shirtless but he’s buttoned up his coat. He was shoeless but it wasn’t a far walk. He was okay. He’d get food, and go back. Granted, he was pretty sure he was getting a few weird looks as he passed by a few hunters. The one by the vending machine shaking their head sadly. “Yeah well suck my d**k.” Not the most choice of words to mutter under his breath but he had his sour apple twists. He was golden. He’d go on a pizza run tomorrow if he could. Buy two or three. Hide in his dorm room.
Probably without pants.
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