Marco noticed this and raised his eyebrows to the other boy,seeing what had just happened. He was surprised to see that this boy not blushing or giving a heck about the girls around him that usually most boys would love to flirt with,not including himself that is. He just hated girls,how they always batted their to long eyelashes and swung those bony hips. Flirting with every boy that came within 3 feet of them even if they already had someone.

(I'm kind of using this as my own personal vent on bratty girls haha)
Drake went over to a corner, dusting it off with his hand. He sat down, balancing his tray on his knees, and started to eat. Just then, a familiar voice interrupted his lunch... again.
"Hey freak, whatcha got there?"
"Please Kirk, can you just let me eat in peace for once?"
"Ha, and pass up the chance to see you spill applesauce all over yourself? No way!"
Drake sighed and braced himself for what happened next. What always happens next.
Kirk kicked the tray up against Drake, splattering all his food on his shirt. His new shirt. His mom was going to KILL him, but at the moment that wasn't his biggest concern. KIRK was going to kill him.

Marco saw this and grit his sharp teeth,pulling himself to a stand and marching over to the bully. "Hey!" He said,crossing his arms. His purple eyes had a sharp stare at the bully from behind his sky blue hair,his eyes not lighting up just yet. His stance was firm.

Kirk turned to this newcomer, dumbfounded that anyone would dare to stand up to HIM, and prepared to smash his face with mac 'n cheese as well.
"What do you want, punk? You also want a face-full of food?"

Marco raised his chin a bit,tho most likely shorter than this person, and glared at him. "Fine by me,but is it fine by you to get your back full of spines?" He growled,still not lighting his eyes. Darn,was he tempted to just whip this kids but-t,but he didn't want to if he didn't have to.

"HA! You're threatening ME? Do you KNOW who I AM?"
Reaching for Drake's more than mashed mashed potatoes, Kirk took aim right at this kid's face.

Marco grinned. "Actually,no. I mean,I doubt your that much of importance,and I know a few people." He said,lighting his eyes faintly,ready for a fight if this kid dared throw something at him. If he did he wouldn't be able to dodge but he'd be able to sure pound this kid to the ground.

"Why you little-"
Sensing that this kid was tougher than he looked, he stopped and dropped the mashed potatoes back. Except, instead of on Drake's tray, it landed on his head. And EVERYONE knew that wasn't an accident.
"Tch... Whatever, double-freak."

This angered Marco despite he wasn't the one being bullied,and he lit his eyes 50% and thrust a hand out besides himself. "Oh you just didn't Idiot." His voice was cold as light purple tendrils grabbed hold of this kids legs,coming up from the ground and holding him down as Marco marched up to him,gently flicking a hand on his other side and gently being able to use his magic to cleanly remove the mess from Drake.

Drake, obviously embarrassed by the scene created, mumbled a thanks and shifted to stand up. As he stood, more applesauce dribbled down his shirt and onto his pants, making it look like he'd wet himself. Beyond embarrassed, he dumped his tray and took off towards the bathroom.