Hello everyone! I hope you are all having a lovely day, and enjoy the product of my shipping angst. I've been thinking about these two for a while now, and I ran out of beautiful Martonio videos and fanfiction to adore and gush over, so I had to make my own. That's really all there is to say, so without further interuption, I present to you...

The Mind Game of Love

A low growl of frustration escaped Antonio Perez's lips as he thought over the pestering issue he was presented with, the one thing that kept getting under his skin and attacking his mind.

Not much bothered the suave, wicked, and flawless boy, and what did was a very small amount. Normally, everything was perfect for him. His grades were always the best, there was never a time when his plans weren't successful, and practically every person he had ever met was mere putty in his hands.

But what did bother the boy was the happy giggling of a certain girl sitting at the mall fountain with her sisters, a certain girl named Margo Gru.

He simply did not get why she wasn't depressed. Just a week ago, he had shattered her heart into several tiny pieces, or so he had thought. Margo seemed more carefree and happy then when he had met her. It wasn't right.

He saw her sadness when he started dancing with other girls. He had watched her sit at the table with an irreplaceable expression of heartbreak, so why did she seem so happy now? Had she truly gotten over him and his irresistible charms so quickly? Had he been encased in a block of ice for nothing?

Antonio pushed the thought away. No girl had he had ever been with had ever fully gotten over him. He was and always will be the most perfect boy to walk into any girl's life, including Margo's.

So why wasn't she in a half year depression like all the others?

The boy combed his fingers through his silky black hair as he watched her speedily text on her phone. His eyes narrowed in concentration. Who was she texting? She had told him just days ago that Avery had been away from her phone due to a family vacation, so it had to be someone else. Was it another guy?

"Antony, baby," A voice broke his eyes from the girl, "What are you thinking about?"

Antonio rolled his eyes. He had almost forgot he was on a date with his new victim of the week, Sheila. She was one of the most popular girls in his grade with beautiful tan skin and dark hair; she had an average personality, but she was no Margo.

His thoughts struck him cold in the warm restaurant. Since when had he compared any girl to Margo, whom he had been with for only a few days? He glanced at the glasses wearing girl and then back to Sheila. It was obvious Shelia was better looking. Her long dark hair was definitely better than Margo's light brown locks that she hid away in a ponytail holder that he often thought of swiping away, if for nothing more than to see her reaction.

Again he froze. Since when had he ever thought that? Sure, when he was playing with her heart he had teased and played with her hair, but he had never been serious.

"Antony?" His date snapped her fingers in front of him, "What is so interesting that you can't look at me?"

Antonio snapped his head to the girl, grabbing her hand and tilting her chin to him so that she would not see he was focused on Margo. He was the perfect playboy and he would rather die than ruin his image of never being the one to dump the girl instead of it being the other way around.

"Nothing, darling." He spoke softly in his Spanish accent that made any girl go weak in the knees, "I just have a lot on my mind at the moment what with my father's sudden revelation."

"Aww… poor baby." Shelia frowned as she squeezed his hands, "I understand you'll need some time and space to accept everything that has happened. It must be hard to know that your dad was a super villain behind your back."

"Thank you for understanding, Sheila." He whispered as he faked a small smile.

Inside, he was smirking wickedly. He knew all along that his father was evil, and was actually looking forward to doing something of the sort when he grew older (if playing videogames didn't work out, that is.) Even if he had not known, he doubted Sheila could ever truly understand. Her parents were both accountants, and she'd never gotten in the least bit of trouble. In fact, the only one he could think of who would even somewhat understand was Margo.

Thinking of the girl, his eyes casually drifted over to where she sat. He saw her jump up quickly and tell something to her sisters before giggling and running off. Judging by Edith's disgusted face and the way they had run screaming their father's name, it had to a boy she was going to see.

And that was when Antonio felt the need to go after her. He had no idea why; he never felt the need to bother with any of his exes, but then again, none of his other exes were this happy within such a short time of heartbreak. He wondered if she had met him when they were still together. Girls on the rebound were much easier to get than those who were looking for something special, not that Antonio had ever stooped to such a level to get a girl. He was far too skilled, but many boys had profited from his mind games.

He looked back at his date, "Sheila, I fear I must leave you to attend to personal business." He said softly.

"I understand." She said sympathetically, "Call me when you want to talk, okay?"

"That I will do." He stood from the booth and placed money on the counter, and finished by tapping the girl's nose, "Thank you so much for understanding, Sheila."

As he left, he could see her melt into a puddle before his charms, like the rest of his girlfriends had done so many times before. He smirked as he walked out to casually follow Margo's direction.

"Tomorrow would be a nice day to dump her. She seems the clingy type." He thought, enjoying the mental image of seeing Sheila, one of the most sought after girls in school, heartbroken and betrayed.

It wasn't his favorite part of what he did, but he truly did feel evil as his father when he was able to see their crushed faces. Besides, he didn't like the commitment of a relationship, he preferred the success of getting the girl to fall for you in a matter of seconds to calling each other late at night and buying gifts on a regular basis.

He stopped his thoughts when he heard the sound of Margo's voice coming from the ice cream store.

"Hi, Derek." She said with a goofy smile as she sat down in front of someone Antonio couldn't get a good look at from his position casually leaning against a wall, pretending to look at his phone. He could see the boy had blond shaggy hair and an almost awkward sense of style, dressing in jeans and a white shirt with splatters on it, nothing like Antonio's own ravishing style.

"Mar! It's been way too long. I've missed you." The boy, whose accent was rather… unpleasant to Antonio, reached over and hugged Margo tightly, which she returned.

"I know." She laughed, "I haven't seen you in a month."

"A month?" Antonio thought "So he didn't catch her on the rebound."

"I'll go get us some ice cream. Strawberry, right?"

"You know me so well." He heard her playful laugh. After Antonio was sure this "Derek" was gone, he revealed himself by the open window where Margo was seated. She seemed not to notice him until he spoke.

"Hello again, Margo." He spoke whilst looking at his fingernails, "Having fun, are we?"

After the initial shock of seeing him suddenly standing there, Margo groaned, "Go away, Antonio."

"Do you hate me that much?" A smirk grew on his face.

"Was it that obvious?" She gave him a fake smile, "Now leave."

Antonio's smirk grew, "And what kind of gentleman would I be if I left you alone with such an unfashionable, rough looking boy?"

"You are not a gentleman." She seethed, "And for your information, Derek is the sweetest guy I know, not to mention the cutest."

The suave Latino boy's eyes opened in shock, but forced his voice to come out smooth, "Surely he is not cuter than me by the smallest amount, my dear Margo."

"You're right," Margo smirked as she looked at him.

Just as the boy was feeling satisfied, he heard her voice say the words he'd never thought he'd hear.

"He's much cuter than you could ever hope to be." She said smugly.

Antonio played off his surprise as he straightened his posture from leaning on the window sill, seeing the blond he suddenly hated coming back.

"Enjoy your date, Margo." He put on a smirk, "But remember he'll never be the kind of boyfriend I was."

"Well," Margo confidently leaned in closer to him, "Thank goodness for that."

Turning around swiftly, Antonio did not care to give her a response, but he could not block out the laughter and sounds of joy that escaped the pair as he reappeared at the table.

Antonio's brow furrowed in thought. No girl had ever managed to be happy within a week after a betrayal from someone as flawless as he, let alone find another to be happy with, and he was not about to allow Margo to be the first, even if he had to win her back and destroy her all over again.

"Fine then, Margo Gru, if you want to play it that way." He spoke softly to himself with a look of determination, "Let the games of love begin."