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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47. I dare *three chapters left*

 

 

   I woke up to the smell of pancakes intoxicating my room. Pancakes. As in the food. I immediately rushed up, ignoring the bright sun in my eyes and hurried my way down stairs. It was times like these I hated having a bridge and stairs in my house. It made it harder to get to the kitchen. I finally arrived, the aroma stronger than before as Ryder stood in only so sweatpants, making pancakes.

   I smiled, my eyes trailing to his v-line. Don't get me wrong he had an absolutely amazing v-line but Marcels was better. Just saying.

   "Mm..." I purred in satisfaction, making Ryder turn around. Ryder blushed as he smiled but well...Lord, how do I phrase this? I was purring at the pancakes...not him.

   "How many are you making?" My voice low and raspy from just waking up.

   "Okay first off. You have like the sexiest morning voice, ever! Second, six. Three for each of us!" He spoke as I took it as my turn to blush, nodding my head as I admired the pancakes.

   It took him beneath five minutes to finish as a set of three pancakes were stacked on separate plates, a pad of butter placed in the middle and syrup being drizzled over it.  He slid the glass plate in front of me as I thanked him, gratefully stabbing a fork into the fluffy mixture. Ryder and I ate in silence as the house was vacant. I admired his appearance as he swallowed a bite of pancake.

   It was just a peaceful morning.

 

Marcels POV (yay!)

   I sat, looking down at the screen on my phone. the screen which imaged Ellas picture. A tear slipped from my eye as I harshly wiped it away. I refused to cry. Although, why wouldn't I? The only person I had who loved me for me is gone. It's all my fault.

   If only I hadn't treated her...well, like what she said. I treated her like an object. I thought back to the nights we spent together, close in bed than a thought popped into my mind causing me to shoot up in a pang of fear.

   When I had began ignoring Ella she had completely broken. She self harmed, became anorexic and tried to commit suicide. Twice. I wonder if shes trying to do anything now. My heart absolutely shattered at the thought of not having her here with me.

   "Turn around!" I shouted at the taxi driver as he jumped in his seat, hesitantly nodding his head. He pulled into a parking lot, doing a u turn and driving back from where we came. I asked him to drop me off at the mall. I was going to find Ella, find her and apologize but it was going to go farther than that. I'm going to show her how much she truly means to me.

   The thought of her smile warmed my heart as I threw some money at the driver, hopping out of the car. I said a quiet thanks before finding the entrance and walking in. Almost immediately people parted their way, letting me through.

   I may have fallen in love but I'm still Marcel Styles. The bad ass who isn't afraid to beat the living shit out of someone. Wait! My face lit up as I walked back out of the mall, everybody staring at me. I had gotten used to the attention but their not whose attention I wanted.

   I walked down the road and it took a very long time until I found my house, walking up to the door. I hesitantly knocked and almost immediately my mother answered, embracing me tightly.

   "Oh Marcel! I missed you!" She smiled as I chuckled, gently pulling her off.

   "Thanks.." I spoke, heading up to my room. First. I have a little business to finish. I bumped into someone when I left and I know exactly who that person is going for. Knowing my mom wouldn't let me out of my room, I cracked open the window, steadily jumping out onto the tree branch and down from there.

   My feet made a thud against the ground, my feet instantly carrying me towards the destination the text had explained. Apparently it was an old abandoned warehouse. Yeah, because thats not creepy at all. Note the sarcasm.

   I let the cool wind blow against me as I imagined Ellas body next to mine. I smiled, thinking of her. She was so different and I absolutely loved her. I was truly infatuated.

   I finally found the warehouse, pushing the creaky door open slightly. It was dark as I shoved my phone into my back pocket, clenching my fist in case this turned out like a movie where the bad guys immediately jump out from everywhere.

   "Hello?" I called, my voice echoing through the darkness.

   I cocked my eyebrows once I was sure I wasn't getting a response.

   "Where are you? Come out or I wont hesitate beating your sorry ass into the ground!" I spat, hoping someone was here so I didn't sound completely stupid.

   "You can do that...after I have fun with your precious Ella!" A voice called back as I looked around frantically. To be honest I was more angry than I was scared. Wait! I'm not even scared. Do remember my past. I have absolutely no reason to be scared.

   But mad. I certainly am mad.

   "You keep your fucking filthy hands off Ella or when I find you, I will kill you!" I spat venomously at the spot I thought the sound was coming from.

   "I don't think so. I'm stronger now, I have helpers!" He laughed as I took deep breathes, anger growing within me.   

   "I'm not a helper!" Another voice complained as he told him to shut up.

   "Okay? That's not going to stop me from beating all of your asses if you touch Ella!" I snarled as another laugh continued. You may ask who this person is and how they know Ella. Well. It's a he and him and Ella used to date. Any guesses? Dylan.

   "Oh, dear boy. Somebody already has touched Ella!" Dylan spoke, the lights flashing on as he stood in front of me. I narrowed my eyes, ready to attack.

   "What do you mean?" I retorted, my anger almost boiling over.

   "Well. Let's just say Ella wanted to find a rebound and Ryder, one of our guys was more than happy to take the position!" Dylan smirked as I clenched my fist, jumping at him as I punch was sent to his jaw.

   Before I knew it I was on top of him, continuous punches sent as blood oozed from multiple spots on his face.

   "Why don't you look up? Our hidden cameras are devine!" Dylan diabolically smiled as my head turned upwards, Ellas image spread across a large screen.

   "I-Is this live?" I asked as Dylan nodded, taking this as an opportunity to push me off of him. I stumbled before gaining my balance, wondering as to why Ella was cuddled in her bed crying. had someone hurt her? Had she hurt her? She didn't look any skinnier which was good and as far as I could tell...no cuts or anything.

   My heart ached as sobs left her lips, wishing I could be there for her.

   "It would be so unfortunate if Ella were to meet an accident!" Dylan once more smirked as I glared at him.

   "You wouldn't dare..." I spat as he cocked his head to the side, smiling at me.

   "I dare..." He challenged as we were once more lunged into a fight where of course, I dominated.

 

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hey guys! so are you happy with marcels pov? Ihavent done that in a while...wait! Have I ever? I dont know but Im finishing up this book today :D The next chapter will be ellas pov, short and a filler and than bam a long, edited, amazing last chapter so get some popcorn, get comfortable and enjoy the rest of he's dangerous.

Okay, love you :D byee :D xx

 

~gabriella//

 

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