MARCUS'S POV

I was very thankful that I didn't have my father's unfortunate stupidity. I had his looks but not his brains.

I was a straight A+ student but my own father never seemed to care about my grades. Only one person genuinely cared about my grades.

And that was Chelsea.

Once I was awarded for being the best student Chelsea was thrilled it made my darkness less.

Chelsea places a comforting hand on my shoulder and I snap out of my thoughts.

"Hey is something?" She asks curiously and I nod negatively.

The last thing I wanted to do is make her worry about my shit.

I can take...