Secret Agent (Marcanne)

Chapter 9

3rd person's POV
After a while of Marcy observing Anne and glancing back and forth from her to the paper, as Anne was trying to control her blush, Marcy finally finished her drawing.

She let out a satisfied sigh before smiling at the paper, Anne tilted her head slightly at that, and her eyes scanned Marcy's face slowly.

She looks.... really happy... and pretty...

Anne's face heated up and she shook her head and cleared her throat which got Marcy's attention as she looked up and sent her a confused look.

"Is the drawing that good that you had to stare and smile at it?" She joked as she raised an eyebrow.

Marcy softly chuckled at that and shook her head.

"No, no, that's not it..."

A small silence fell over them and Marcy stared at the sketch before looking at the brunette.

"I don't care about the sketch, it's just the fact that it's you that makes me smile." She finally said, her voice coming out soft and adoring.

Anne noticed her tone, and once Marcy met her gaze, she recognized the delicate look in her eyes, which made her flush red and tense up.

It reminded her of a certain blue-eyed girl she once loved.

She shook her head and forced those thoughts away, a sudden sadness washing over her but she didn't dare acknowledge it.

Marcy started to grow concerned at Anne's silence, she scooted closer and took hold of one of her hands.

Anne froze and slowly looked up to be met with the other girls warm eyes, and concerned face.

"Hey, you okay? You went quiet on me there."

The brunette let out a breath but nodded. Marcy didn't necessarily believe her, but she knew that if Anne wanted to tell her, she would when she's ready.

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The bell rang which meant class was finally over, "Leave your drawings at your tables, please!"

The students did so before rushing out of the door while Marcy waited for Anne to finish.

"Uh... Marcy, why don't you go without me, I need to do something, real quick."

Marcy furrowed her brows but nodded, she got her things and left the room.

Anne waited a couple of seconds before taking a glance at the drawing on the table since she hadn't had a chance to see it, but once she did, she immediately smiled.

She couldn't help but pick it up.to see it better, her eyes scanned over it and she couldn't help but think that Marcy didn't give herself enough credit for her drawing skills.

Anne was glad she hadn't drawn Marcy because she wouldn't have come close to how Marcy drew her, she had drawn her perfectly.

She drew her with a soft smile and with her eyes closed, with a light blush sprinkled over her face, very light compared to the one Anne actually had.

Anne softly smiled before setting the drawing down, she got up and left the room, heading to her next class with thoughts of Marcy.

To be continued...