A flash of the image of yesterday's incident made Weeby now cluck with annoyance, just remembering it caused her to want to vomit herself. Marcell was already annoying like that.
After sitting next to Marcell, Weeby did not take her eyes off him. The girl was just silent while scribbling her book carelessly. Her heart ached a little, she didn't know how to describe it, but Weeby was now willing to admit that she was really in love with this boy beside her. Weeby also didn't know where that feeling came from. One thing is for sure, Weeby always felt hurt when Marcell was with Resti.
"By, you really don't have to sit with me anymore, do you?" Marcell tapped Weeby's shoulder, hoping that she would immediately turn her head, but Weeby was still like before. There seemed to be no intention to even look to the side. Was Weeby really that angry with him?
"Well, if you're angry, I'll give you a present. I'm sure you can't refuse this, just so you know. I've already prepared this gift in advance. And I can't believe you'd just refuse it."
Marcell smiled with great satisfaction, while Weeby was not fooled at all. Only a short sigh came out of Weeby's nostrils and mouth simultaneously.
Of course, Weeby did not want to get her hopes up with Marcell. Weeby did not want to be fooled by him. It was enough until this again if her heart still wanted to be okay.
"By the way, do you want me to give you a present? You should! Do you want to refuse? If you refuse, that means you don't appreciate my efforts."
Marcell nudged Weeby's arm, but he still ignored her. Marcell thought Weeby was really angry. But because of what, Marcell himself didn't know where he went wrong.
"By, you're listening to me talk, right?"
"What the hell are you doing? Don't bother me. I still want to be alone."
Weeby's rude slap of the hand made Marcell open his mouth in disbelief. Why did Weeby turn into a savage lion like this? Marcell then sighed angrily.
"Do you want me to show you the prize right now? Okay if you want that."
"STOP! Enough, Marcell, I don't want to hear you talk anymore. I get dizzy listening to you babble on and on. Please, just let me sit quietly this time without any disturbance from you. What do you want to give me? An assignment cheat sheet? A new pen? Or the rest of the gum you've chewed? I want you to shut up now!"
Weeby took a deep breath of air, filling her lungs. Her chest rose and fell, and her nose flared. Her gaze was so intense that Marcell stopped breathing for a moment. Weeby was already furious with that boy.
"Yes, I apologize for bothering you. But you're wrong, I won't give you a gift like that."
"So what?" The intonation of Weeby's voice grew louder, making Marcell sigh softly with difficulty.
"I want to ask you first. I'm not messing around this time. Are you sure you want to see my gift now?"
"What do you want to give me?"
"Answer first!"
"Yes, I want to. So what, did you bring the gift?" Weeby's tone was still irritated, she was very sensitive to Marcell.
"I bring it every day; I'm just waiting for the right time to show it to you. Perhaps this is the right time, are you ready?"
Weeby scrutinized Marcell's face, her eyebrows rising upward. Weeby was already thinking the wrong thing. Could Marcell have given her a gift box filled with tons of frogs or caterpillars? Weeby's goosebumps suddenly bristled. It wasn't wrong for Weeby to think like that, it was because of Marcell's jail-like and annoying nature.
"I'll wait," Weeby replied indifferently. But Marcell smiled brightly.
"Okay, you close your eyes then!"
"There's no need to be strange, if you intend to give me a gift, just show it, what's the difficulty? There's no need to close your eyes!"
Weeby's irritation still hadn't subsided, and Marcell had mixed up her feelings.
"No way, this will be a surprise. Hurry up, you said you wanted to see my gift."
Weeby finally complied, and while pursing her lips in annoyance, she began to close her eyes. Remind Weeby that no matter how good Marcell's gift was, her resentment still couldn't be eliminated. Weeby had to remember that.
Five minutes passed, but Marcell never commanded Weeby to open her eyelids. Weeby's eyes were already sore from enduring this. Negative thoughts were already invading her brain. Did Marcell leave her here alone? Oh sh*t, Weeby was really upset. She wanted to open her eyes as quickly as possible. But, she couldn't do that. After all, she had to respect Marcell's efforts.
"Weeby, I love you. Do you want to be my girlfriend?"
What was this whisper? Why did Weeby's ears feel so hot? No, it must be just her wild mind that always expected that from Marcell, she must not be poisoned by that. Weeby shook her head repeatedly.
"I'm serious, this is my gift. I want you to be my girl, I don't want you to refuse a gift from me. Like I said earlier, I've been preparing this gift for a long time."
But, if it was a fantasy, why did it sound so real? Weeby gulped. She slowly began to open her eyes, and when her eyelids widened, the sight that Weeby saw was Marcell's face, which was very close to her. His face was so charming with a beautiful smile, and his body was sturdy and strong.
So this is the present? Weeby looked at Marcell flatly. There were feelings of excitement and nervousness mixed together. Weeby still didn't fully believe it because Marcell was playful with her.
"I—" Weeby blinked, and the warm grip of Marcell's hand made her chest instantly pound. Weeby had already swallowed her saliva. Nervousness had infiltrated her body just like that.
"I'm not playing around with this feeling. You're not rejecting me, are you?"
While waiting for Weeby's answer, Marcell rubbed the back of Weeby's hand with a stroke of his thumb. The movement was so smooth, it made Weeby blush. Her cheeks were already red. For the sake of all this, Weeby's heart could not be compromised. Why was Marcell so good at playing with her feelings like this?
Weeby pulled a pair of the corners of her lips upwards, and without taking any more time, she rushed into Marcell's arms.
Marcell, who did not expect to get a hug from Weeby, gasped a little in surprise, but soon he was able to control it. Marcell smiled slightly, this was the first time he felt his heart floating freely in the air. Feeling relieved, his hand stretched out and fell on the top of Weeby's head. Gingerly, Marcell pawed at her. Without even waiting for an answer from the girl, Marcell already knew it.
Weeby hugged Marcell's masculine body even tighter, her head buried in his chest. Weeby's feelings were indescribable and really hard to describe.
"I want to be your boyfriend, I love you too, Marcell."
After saying it perfectly, Weeby held back her embarrassment, her cheeks heated up again, even though she knew Marcell wouldn't see it because Weeby was in that boy's arms. Weeby's arms were getting tighter, as if she didn't want to lose Marcell.
The two of them were like two people who didn't care about the surrounding sounds. Look, even though they were stared at by their classmates, they were not embarrassed, even showing their romance openly to their friends. Compatibly, all the students gave a standing ovation. Weeby smiled a little, somehow her annoyance at Marcell instantly disappeared and was replaced with laughter that was always stuck on her tiny lips.
Marcell, the annoying boy, the boy who made her chest heat up every day with her antics, the boy who always seized her emotions, and this time. Right this second, Marcell has become her lover.
That super annoying boy from now on would accompany Weeby's next days. That boy had become her boyfriend. Weeby's smile was perfect.