Love at A Price
Chapter 2: Uplifted
Disclaimer: I do not own any Degrassi characters nor am I affiliated with them in any way. The only characters that I own have asterisk next to their name the first time they are introduced to the story.
Dylan laughed, ruffling Marco's hair playfully. "Isn't Spinner always an idiot? What really happened?" Looking to Marco with a look of concern in his eyes, Dylan actually wanted to know what was going on in Marco's life. Marco shook his head no, leaning on Dylan's shoulder.
"I don't know what happened babe," he admitted quietly. "It's just that I was talking to Spinner in class and he called me a... he called me a--" Marco sighed, sniffling lightly, unable to finish his sentence. "Well, he called me something that I thought that I got over, but I guess not. He got to me Dylan."
Dylan scoffed, shaking his head in distaste. Turning to face Marco, he kissed a tear-streaked cheek gently. "Marco, I am your boyfriend. It shouldn't matter what regular people say to you. It should be about what people who really mean something say, and it'll always be good. I am special to you, right Marco?" Marco smiled weakly and nodded.
"Of course you mean something to me. You are my everything," he cooed, being completely honest. "I don't know where I would be without you Dylan." Smiling, Marco leaned over to Dylan and kissed him softly on the lips, catching hid boyfriend's hands. Dylan kissed Marco back tenderly, nipping Marco's lower lip softly. Before the kiss could escalate any further, Marco broke it and stood up.
"I have to get back to class. Simpson will freak if he knows where I am instead of in the washrooms." Smiling nervously, Marco waited until Dylan stood before turning back onto the school campus. Once back in the classroom, Marco opened up a new chat box and typed quickly, hitting send with the mouse.
"MarcoDelStudly: Spin is an idiot. Left to go to the alley and found Dylan. He's always there for me Ellie. I think that he really means it this time. I can't wait for after school," was the message awaiting a response from former girlfriend Ms. Nash.
Seeing the message pop up onto her screen, Ellie clicked it and read the message quickly, frowning after what she read.
"Elliebelle#1: Well, Spinner is Spinner, but I don't know if you should trust Dylan just yet. He may seem trustworthy now, but he did leave you to go see other people. And he did it quite rudely." Looking up from her screen, Ellie looked at Marco, biting her lip. "I just don't think you should go to the Dot today. I don't trust him Marco, and I don't think you should either." Moving her mouse, Ellie hit the send button on the computer screen, sending the message into cyberspace.
Hearing the small "ping" of a new message, Marco uttered a small "finally," as he opened the box. Quickly scanning the message, he grimaced, reading his friend's concern.
"MarcoDelStudly: I never asked for your opinion El. Why can't you just be happy for me, huh? I finally found someone who I really love, after going through Tim and the stuff with Dylan. I just want to be accepted by my friends, and you're not helping." Tapping the send button to Ellie, he exited out of the chat browser.
"And that'll do it for today class. Please finish your assignments and don't forget to save!" Mr. Simpson reminded the students who were shutting off their computers. Marco smiled as the final class bell rang, not able to contain himself. Today would be the day that Dylan would tell Marco that he would be with him forever, or so he hoped.
Ellie's last words before the first class bell poked through the back of his head. "Be careful what you wish for," she had muttered, not thinking that he had heard. In fact, that one sentence had been on his mid all day, but Marco would have Dylan as his, no matter what. He would do whatever it would take to make Dylan love him forever. Little did Marco know, Dylan's love would come at a high price, one too high to exchange.
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