He's dangerous [COMPLETE]

"Who's that?" I asked, eyeing the mess of curls that downed yet another drink.

"Oh, that's Marcel. He used to be the biggest nerd in school. One day something inside of him snapped and completely changed. He got a bunch of tattoos and beat up every kid who bullied him. Stay away from him, he's dangerous." She spoke as he looked over at me.

I tried to stay away, but despite how he had changed, he was the one thing that could keep me from failing Algebra. I didn't want to spend time with him but I had to.

Will it stay as a simple tutor?
Or will their be more going on then tutoring?

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10. Date night *unedited*

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"Well, don't you look fancy!" I said, imitating the most posh accent I could. He smiled, his dimples indenting as he thanked me.

"Go get dressed, love!" He replied finally, ushering me up the stairs. I giggled, complying with his demand as I gently closed my bedroom door. And by gently I mean, slammed, because I'm that awesome.

I rushed to strip from my clothes, replacing them with my new outfit. Apparently the thought of time never crossed my mind, and heres the reason why. I am currently at the top of the stairs, attempting to go down while I'm jumping up and down, fitting the heel onto my foot.

Before I could initiate any form of sense, I went tumbling down the stairs as I yelped in pain, landing on the floor in a twisted bump. I heard Marcels feet quickly run up to me, helping me up as tears built in my eyes.

"That fucking hurt..." I cursed beneath my breathe. I lifted my dress up, revealing my exposed hip as I rubbed over the hurt, sore skin. Marcel placed his hand on top, gently massaging it.

"Are you okay?" He asked worriedly, examining my body for any further damage. I bit my lip, nodding as a single tear squeezed from my eye. And after all of this I didnt even get my fucking shoe on...

I sighed, sitting up as a sharp pain shot through my back. I mumbled a quiet ow as I slowly reached the pull my shoe the rest of the way up. I zipped up the back, standing up as my whole body felt a ignitingpain. I clenched my fists, squeezing my eyes shut.

"Are you sure you're okay? Do you think we should call a doctor?" He asked, holding my hand as I stood as straight as possible. I shook my head,

"No need for that!" I lied, acting as if I were fine. He looked at me skeptically before leading me out of the door, locking it. Where was Emma during all of this? Did she tell me she was leaving? Was she even gone? Thoughts swirled through my mind as he led me down the sidewalk. Within five minutes of the chilly air hitting our arms, a clean cut field laid before us. I smiled, looking down at the path created from rose petals.

Marcel and I carefully placed our feet on top, walking across it where we ended up at a beautiful white gazebo. It was my favorite place to be, so relaxing and peaceful. It also happened to be that roses were my favorite flowers.

I looked down at the small picnic beneath us, smiling as I saw his food selection.

"Home made pasta for the best! And by home made I mean, taken from my mums refrigerator!" He chuckled as I laughed, carefully sitting on the red and white checkered blanket. He sat beside me, scooping some spaghetti onto both our our plates, slices of garlic bread accompanying them. I let thoughts flood my mind. My favorite flowers are roses. I love gazebos and my favorite food is pasta.

"How do you know all of this stuff about me? My favorite flowers, food..." I said, hoping he got my gist. He looked up, swallowing his mouthful before answering me.

"You had a journal and it said favorites on it. It is considered snooping but I knew what was in it wasn't personal...so yeah..." He trailed off, nervously rubbing the back off his neck. I nodded,bending over the bowl of food, pressing my lips to his.

"Thank you!" I spoke, pulling away as I stuffed more food into my mouth. He smiled, happiness moving back into his face as he replied, you're welcome.

Once we had both finished with food, stars were aimlessly scattered across the sky, shining as bright as a diamond (again no pun intended). The moon left a subtle glow across the earth, giving everything a peaceful, romantic feel.

Marcel helped me up, leading down the stairs of the gazebo as he picked up a blanket from the railing. He wrapped it around us, pulling us close as he sat us down on the grass. I cocked my eyebrows but he simply put up one finger, signalling me to wait. I nodded, resting my head on his shoulder as I observed the sky. Soon, a burst of color formed in the sky, spelling out a small phrase.

I'll treat you right,

forever and always.

I gasped, looking at the beautiful scene, different vibrant colors contrasting with the dark night sky. I looked over, up at Marcel who looked down at me, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. I smiled, looking up at the sky as little sprinkles of rain began to fall.

Marcel smiled, lifting me onto my feet as he positioned himself into a dance gesture.

"May I?" He asked formally, as I blushed, complying to his shape. The rain began pouring harder as we danced around the field, both of us soaked. It was the part of the movie, where everything was a bit slower than in reality. There would be romantic music playing as the camera zoomed in on their smiles.

I hadn't a clue as to how long we danced but it eventually got raining so hard that it was difficult to move.

"Should we go?" I asked, pointing back towards where the sidewalk sat.

He shook his head, tilting my head up with his two fingers.

"Not before this," He spoke, his hot breathe fanning over my face. He pressed his warm buttery lips to mine as I gratefully gave in, allowing him any access he wanted.

It was the kiss in the rain that was on every girls bucket list. I smiled into the kiss, as we pulled away, leaning onto each others forehead.

"Yes!" I smiled as he looked at me confused.

"I'll be your girlfriend!" I smiled as his face turned from shock to surprised to grateful.

"Thank you!" He mumbled, leaving a small sweet kiss before wrapping us back into the blanket. We ran the whole way, slamming the door shut as we tracked water through the house. We both laughed, helping to support each other.

"Best date ever!" I laughed, as I fell onto the couch, falling asleep as Marcels arms wrapped around my waist, cuddling me closer.

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