You’d done worse. Without giving Marco a chance to speak again, you threw the door open. Blue eyes met yours— a lazy smirk curling his cheek with the hint of victory before his eyes dipped down and he froze. You kept quiet just long enough for his smirk to slip off his face. In any other situation, you might have preened at the way his mouth dropped open, but now wasn’t the time for an ego boost.
“What do you fucking want?” You propped your hip against the door frame, “I’m busy.”
Marco blinked very slowly, “You’re—"
(Surprise, You Ruined Everything. Chapter 7 By HippyMindy52)
Hmm back at it again, please ignore the crappy background I don’t typically do those. On god loved Marco getting stunned by the audacity of Shellie.















