Marx Gets Real: Great DJ part 2
Disclaimer: All characters are copyrighted by Degrassi. Except Marx and Alex.
Mia and Peter yelled loudly as the football players entered the field. The mascot did flips with the cheerleaders. Students and parents cheered and hollered as the game began. The Degrassi side of the stadium was a sea of golden yellow, with the chant of "Cougars, Cougars" carrying through the school grounds.
Marx was standing next to Mia, arms crossed over his chest. His tattoos were hidden under a light grey jacket. He followed the players with his eyes, never really understanding the rules of the game. True football was so much simpler.
He shifted his stance a little and rolled his shoulders. His eyes drifted over the crowds, all the student couples huddled together in the cold, including Mia and Peter. He noticed a boy with a blonde girl constantly looking over at Mia. The boy excused himself from the girl's company and walked over. He placed himself next to Marx.
"So you must be the new kid."
"Back off, boy," Marx threatened, turning to him. Peter and Mia turned at the commotion.
"I have done nothing wrong, sir. Why so hostile?"
"So, you don't remember me, Declan?"
"Should I?" Declan seemed a little shocked.
Marx leaned down and placed his hands on Declan's shoulders. He whispered something into his ear and backed up a little. Declan's eyes widened and he stared at Marx, who just gave a twisted grin. The boy went back to the blonde, grabbed her by the arm, and proceeded to leave.
Mia tapped Marx on the shoulder.
"What did you say to him?"
"Just… reminded him who I am." He uncrossed his arms and slid his hands into his pockets, refocusing on the game. Mia gave him a wary look and scooted a little closer to him.
"So, uh, how do you know Declan?" She asked, pulling Peter over, who was entranced by the game.
"I met him in England. Hung out for a weekend. Boring story."
So the three continued watching the game, seeing Riley tackle the other school's quarterback to the ground.
Peter stood outside the gym, easily hearing the triumphant yells of the Degrassi team. The final score was 13- 3, another great victory for Degrassi. One by one, the players exited, some of them still wearing their uniforms.
The boy tapped his foot in anticipation, mentally yelling at Riley to hurry up. He checked his phone, texting Mia that he'd be at the car soon.
Riley finally came from the lockers, hair damp. He wore dark jeans and a tight, light-blue shirt, easily showing off his muscle. His usual necklace was present.
"Finally," Peter exclaimed.
"Sorry," Riley muttered, smiling weakly.
He and Peter began walking down the long lines of cars, many already gone. Mia was standing next to a nice Toyota Celica, the silver paint gleaming from passing headlights. Marx was next to her, a cigarette between his fingers.
Marx gave Riley a sideways glance, dropping his cigarette and crushing it beneath his heel. He pulled out keys from his jacket and unlocked the sleek car. He opened the door and Peter and Riley climbed into the back. He held the door open for Mia and helped her get in.
Revving the engine, they left the school, taking the wide roads between tall buildings. The lights flashed by the car, Marx slowing down to work the roads to the club.
Finally reaching the destination, Marx pulled into the parking lot. Everyone got out, the alarm beeping behind them. Riley looked at the crescent moon logo of the club. Moth's fluttered in the neon light. The three teenagers stood in the line.
Marx stared at them. He closed his eyes and shook his head. Walking to the door, he exchanged some words with the bouncer and the guy nodded, shrugging. Marx waved his hand so the others came and went ahead in.
Once inside, Marx pulled another bouncer to the side.
"See the boy in light-blue? Keep an eye on him for me."