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Marcus: What are the Chances?

Author: Gemma D. Nash
last update publish date: 2026-07-02 02:07:35
For the first few minutes, I thought I had to be dreaming. No. Scratch that. I was so certain I was dreaming. Even before I clicked the text open, for some reason, I knew who it was.

It was there at the back of my mind, scratching like a cat that wanted to be let in. Only that this time, it was a stray that wasn’t meant to come in.

I knew it could hurt me. I knew what getting my hopes high could do to me. Yet, I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t stop my heart from lurching almost painfully when I op
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  • The Things We Don't Say   Marcus: Beneath the Obvious

    “Marcus, can we talk?”We were in front of the Arthurs' mansion, and I was getting my suitcase out of the trunk. Apparently, they had a helipad on the rooftop of their building, and we were taking off from there. I'd only seen the possibility of that in movies and books. “If you are going to tell me how soft I am and how my feelings would get hurt because I accepted a job that I think could change my life, then I don’t want to hear it.”My mom sighed, coming to join me by the trunk regardless. The gates opened behind us, and a man dressed in a dark suit stepped out. "I'm sorry," she sighed. "I gave birth to you, Marcus. That is how I know you are not in any way weak. You are one of the strongest people I know, and I am not saying that simply because I am your mother. You left home at a young age, seeking something that neither we, your parents, nor your brother had the guts to. You are strong and believe in what you stand for."I stopped fussing with my suitcase. “Then, why, Mom?”S

  • The Things We Don't Say   Marcus: Pre-Spain

    “Are you sure you are going to be fine alone?” My mom asked for the umpteenth time as she stood by my door, one arm on the doorframe and the other on her waist. “I could come with you if you like, or better still, you could opt not to go.”I glanced at her from over my shoulder. She had been on this for three days now, since I learned I was going to travel to Spain with Jordan, Nita, and Heather. A stranger would think it was my first time having to leave home. “It’s just for a couple of days, Mom,” I muttered, carefully folding in a pair of pants. “I’ll be back before you know it.”“But after that, you would only be here for the weekend before you have to go back to school. I have barely spent more than a few hours with you as it is.”I turned around fully, walking to her. “What is it?”She paused. “Nothing. I just…I just...”“I know you, Mom. You think something is going to happen, don’t you? Is this about me kissing Jordan?”She bit her bottom lip. “I guess I just don’t want you t

  • The Things We Don't Say   Jordan: The Cosmos Coming to Work

    My father was waiting behind his desk when I walked in, and from the look on his face, it was a conversation we both knew I wouldn't like. His hands were clasped on the table in front of him, and a stern look settled between his eyes.Closing the door behind me, I dropped into one of the couches, making sure to put as much distance as I could between the two of us. The last thing I wanted was to hear whatever he had to say while standing so close to him. I didn't think my patience was that great."Good of you to join me, Jordan," he started, getting on his feet. "Surely, answering one's father the instant they call is now a fast-declining tradition. Maybe I need to get up to speed with what kids these days are doing."I watched as he moved to the mini bar by the left side of his study, right next to the rows of books. “Or maybe I need to be harder with you. I don’t get it, Jordan. What is wrong with you?”I wasn’t entirely certain if that was a question, because he said it so calmly t

  • The Things We Don't Say   Jordan: What the Dragon Wants

    The shrill of the alarm clock reverberated around the room so abruptly that, right then, it took a few seconds for me to realize where I was. “Urghh!” I groaned, rubbing my palms against my face. “What time is it?”When I checked the clock, I saw that it was almost midday. A few months ago, I would have panicked. My father hated it when I slept in after a night out. It didn't matter that it was a weekend. There was always some document to go over, or an urgent trip to be made. I’d forgotten what a holiday felt like. Until now. Yawning, I got out of bed and sauntered into the bathroom, brushing my teeth. I had already stood him up last night when my mom said he was waiting in his study to see me. I might as well stretch it for as long as I could.My part of the house had a little kitchenette, so I headed there first after brushing my teeth. The door was already open when I strolled in, walking towards the coffee machine. The pot was full. Someone had already gotten to it. A housek

  • The Things We Don't Say   Jordan: Screaming with Closed Lips

    They were already leaving, packing their bags and getting their coats before filing out the door. Nita was waiting for me by the table, my jacket in her hands and a look I couldn’t decipher in her eyes. “What?” I muttered when I got closer. "You didn't have to be a jerk to him, you know? He did nothing wrong, other than lock lips with you. And you are the only one in this scenario that finds it wrong, by the way."I took my jacket from her. “It’s not about the kiss. I mean, the kiss probably contributed to it, but…it wasn’t about him. Emma was a pleasant date.”“Didn’t sound like it when you asked her to leave,” she shot back, handing me my keys too. “You hated the whole experience, but you won’t admit it to yourself because of your pride.”“Careful, Nita.”“Actually, no.” She didn’t surprise me at all. “I think I have earned the right to be called and act your friend, seeing as we have shared a bottle of scotch and your mother has walked in on me sitting behind your desk. And what

  • The Things We Don't Say   Marcus: Similitude of Betrayal

    I was waiting for my ride when I felt him behind me. It was the way he made his presence known in every space he stepped into, without needing to utter a word. I felt it in every part of my being, in the way my skin suddenly tingled, in the way I could still feel the taste of the beer from his lips on mine. He didn't call me, but I knew he was heading for me. And I stayed put, counting the seconds until he stopped beside me. Jordan was different today. He was displeased about something, and it showed in the way he stood, the way he refused to look at me, like he was trying to stop himself from doing something.Or saying something. "I'm waiting for my ride." It was a totally unnecessary thing to say. Anyone who came out here could tell I was waiting for a ride. I tried to remedy the damage, but he beat me to it. “When were you going to tell me?”I stopped. “Tell you what?”“That you are gay.”Joshua. It was the only person I could think about. He was the only one who knew. I couldn’

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