LOVE AND WAR

WAR

So, after Priscilla's parents met Marvin, they seemed a bit more okay with their relationship. They were still in school, but their love was strong.

One evening, Marvin surprised Priscilla with a picnic by the lake. He brought her favorite food, music, and even a blanket.

As they sat down, Marvin pulled out a small box. "I have something for you."

Priscilla smiled. "What is it?"

Marvin opened the box, revealing a tiny charm with their initials. "I want us to make more memories."

Priscilla's eyes sparkled. "I love it!"

They ate, laughed, and watched the stars. It was perfect.

Marvin and Priscilla were still basking in their love-fest when Marvin's conscience kicked in.

"Hey, Priscilla," Marvin said, looking a bit guilty. "I need to tell you something."

"What is it?" Priscilla asked, curious.

"I kinda lied to Tristan about us," Marvin admitted. "I told him we weren't together, but... we were already feeling something."

Priscilla's eyes widened. "Why did you do that?"

Marvin shrugged. "I was trying to play it cool, but it was wrong. I need to apologize to him."

Priscilla nodded. "Do it. Clear the air."

Marvin took a deep breath and sent Tristan a text. "Hey, man. Can we talk? I owe you an apology about Priscilla."

But Tristan didn't reply. Days passed. Marvin felt like he'd been ignored.

"He's still mad," Marvin told Priscilla.

Priscilla squeezed his hand. "Give him time."

Priscilla's eyes sparkled as she grabbed Marvin's hand during lunch break. "I have an idea," she said, her voice low and excited.

"What's that?" Marvin asked, intrigued.

"Let's make a time capsule," Priscilla said. "We can put in notes, photos, and stuff that represent us now. We'll open it in five years when we're in university."

Marvin's face lit up. "That's a great idea. We can include the ring I gave you."

Priscilla smiled, and they started brainstorming what to put in their time capsule. They decided on a quiet spot in the school garden and made plans to bury it after school.

Meanwhile, Tristan was still dealing with his own stuff, avoiding them at school.

The bell rang, and Marvin and Priscilla kissed before heading to their classes.

After school, during closing time, Marvin spotted Tristan and rushed towards him. "Hey man, wait!"

Tristan ignored him, but Marvin ran and touched his shoulder. Tristan shook him off. "Come on man, you still angry about that night?"

"f**k you," Tristan said. "Yeah, Marvin, f**k you. Because of you, my whole life is on the internet. I have to cover my face so people wouldn't notice it was the kid that got rejected publicly. I asked you one thing, if you were still into her, and you lied to me and ruined my life."

Marvin touched him again. "Calm down, I'm sorry. We don't have to fight or have a misunderstanding over a girl."

Tristan's response was laced with venom. "Yeah, Marvin, because she's dating you, that's why you said so."

Marvin got angry. "You know it wasn't my fault. She ditched you, rejected you."

Tristan snapped. "Oh, you know what? f**k you and her. f**k you and the bitch."

Marvin's anger boiled over. "Well, the b***h is my girlfriend, who you could've killed for, but you got rejected. So why don't you get the f**k off?"

Tristan sneered. "You don't you ever call my..."

"Shut up," Marvin interrupted, and gave Tristan a huge blow, knocking him back. They began to fight seriously, exchanging blows like titans.

The whole school gathered, with one kid shouting, "We are gathered to witness best friends fight over a girl!"

Priscilla, in her locker, heard the commotion but initially ignored it. But curiosity got the better of her, and she went to check.

"Hey, hey, what's happening?" Dave Charles said, "Your boyfriends fighting for you."

"What? Tristan and Marvin are fighting?" Priscilla's eyes widened, and she ran upstairs. The crowd parted for her, and she found blood all over the faces of Tristan and Marvin.

Priscilla's eyes widened as she pushed through the crowd, her heart racing with worry. "Oh my god, stop it!" she shouted, but her voice was drowned out by the cheering students.

Marvin and Tristan were lost in their anger, their fists flying as they traded blows. Marvin's face was twisted in a snarl, his eyes blazing with fury, while Tristan's eyes were narrowed, his jaw clenched in determination.

The two boys crashed into each other, their bodies slamming into the ground as they rolled around, punching and kicking. The sound of their labored breathing and the thuds of their fists connecting with flesh filled the air.

Priscilla watched in horror, her hands covering her mouth, as the fight seemed to go on forever. She saw Marvin land a solid punch to Tristan's jaw, sending him flying back, but Tristan quickly recovered and charged at Marvin, wrapping his arms around his waist and taking him down.

The crowd was going wild, chanting their names and urging them on. "Marvin! Tristan! Marvin! Tristan!"

Priscilla's eyes were fixed on the two boys, her heart pounding in her chest. She was frozen in shock, unable to move or speak, as the fight continued to rage on.

The sun beat down on the scene, casting long shadows across the ground as the students cheered and jeered. The smell of sweat and blood filled the air, and the sound of the fight echoed off the buildings.

Just when it seemed like the fight would never end, teachers finally intervened, grabbing Marvin and Tristan and pulling them apart. The two boys stood there, chests heaving, their faces bruised and battered.

Priscilla rushed to Marvin's side, her eyes welling up with tears. "Are you okay?" she asked, checking his face and body for injuries.

Marvin's eyes were still fixed on Tristan, his chest heaving with anger. "I'm fine," he growled, his voice barely above a whisper.

Tristan, meanwhile, was being held back by a teacher, his eyes still burning with fury. "You started it, Marvin," he spat, his voice venomous.

The crowd began to disperse, the students still buzzing with excitement. Priscilla turned to Marvin, her eyes flashing with anger. "What were you thinking?" she asked, her voice low and urgent.

Marvin just shook his head, still trying to catch his breath. "He needed to be put in his place," he muttered, his eyes still fixed on Tristan.

Priscilla's anger was like a storm, unleashing a torrent of hurtful words at Tristan. "I hate you, Tristan! I hate everything about you! You're ugly, you smell, and I'm ashamed to have ever spoken to you!" Her voice was venomous, cutting through the air like a knife.

Tristan's face crumbled, his eyes welling up with tears as he listened to Priscilla's tirade. "Why are you doing this to me?" he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. "I loved you, Priscilla. I loved you so much."

The schoolyard was silent, students frozen in shock as they watched the drama unfold. Some were taking videos, others covering their mouths in surprise.

Priscilla's words were like daggers, aimed straight at Tristan's heart. "Loved me? You call that love? You call stalking me, controlling me, love? You're pathetic, Tristan. I never loved you. I was just playing along, trying to be nice to you."

Tristan's sobs shook his body, his shoulders heaving as he struggled to breathe. "But...but what about the party? The dinners? The walks? The coffee we had? All the fun things we did, like we were Romeo and Juliet? We were supposed to come back to each other, after watching fireworks..."

Priscilla's expression was cold, her eyes devoid of empathy. "You're delusional, Tristan. Those were just moments of pity. I felt sorry for you, that's all. You were a mistake, a blip on my radar. And now, you're just a memory, a bad one."

The crowd was transfixed, watching as Tristan's world crumbled around him. Some were crying, others looked away, uncomfortable with the raw emotion on display.

Tristan's voice cracked, his words barely audible. "You...you're a monster, Priscilla. You're cruel and heartless."

Priscilla's response was instantaneous. "And you're a nobody, Tristan. A nobody who'll never be anything. You'll be forgotten, while I'll be living my best life, far away from you."

The silence was oppressive, the only sound Tristan's ragged breathing as he stumbled backward, his eyes never leaving Priscilla's face. He turned and ran, disappearing into the crowd, leaving behind a trail of shattered hearts and broken dreams.

The crowd dispersed slowly, buzzing with excitement and morbid curiosity. Marvin stood frozen, his eyes fixed on Priscilla, a mixture of shock and admiration on his face.