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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12. Parents

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I guess it wasn't necessary for the moon to be out, because we fell asleep anyways. Once I had adjusted to the bright afternoon sun beating against me, I turned to face Marcel. I bit my lip, looking at how innocent he looked. His curls swept over his forehead, damp from our heated session. His long eyelashes curved from his eyelids, gently sweeping against his cheeks.

 

To top that all off, his beautiful tinted lips were slightly parted- a small smile tugging at the corners. The small smile allowed a slight indent of his cheeks as he slept. He was truly an angel. He began stirring in his sleep, as I gently pushed him to awaken.

 

"Five more minutes..." He groaned, pulling a pillow over his head. I smiled, rolling my eyes. I slowly rolled over next to him. I pressed my lips to his, my index finger twirling a piece of curl around it. My free hand, traveled down his toned chest, tracing over his butterfly tattoo.

 

He smiled into the kiss, finally kissing back. I smirked against his lips, pulling away as I stood up, wrapping a sheet around me. I let my fingers slip from his chest teasingly as I walked over to my dresser.

 

"Tease!" He mumbled as I giggled.

 

"Maybe you'd get more if you woke up!" I laughed, taking some clothes as I headed into the bathroom. I gave him one last wink before shutting the door behind me. I had only managed to get my undergarments on before Marcel walked in, only in his boxers.

 

I bit my lip, examining every inch of him.

 

"Like what you see?" He chuckled as I nodded with no shame. He wrapped his arms around my waist, my back pressed to his chest. I smiled, leaning my head on his shoulder as we rocked back and forth. Silence lingered in the air but nothing about it was suffocating; it was relaxing. I placed my hands on his, which rested on my stomach. Our fingers curled together, as I looked at us in a mirror.

 

We looked like the typical couple you would see out on the street, but more loving towards one another. I looked at my hair which cascaded down, falling over his arm. His face was pressed into my shoulder as he left sweet kisses on the crook of my neck.

 

I released my hands from his, turning to face him. I smiled, leaving a sweet kiss on his lips before I finished changing. While I was in the process of changing my pants, a sharp pain shot through my upper thighs. I yelped in pain, sliding from the toilet onto the floor.

 

"Are you okay babe?" Marcel asked worriedly, lifting me back up. I held my thigh to pain, clenching my jaw. My eyes hurt with the pressure I contained as they squeezed together.

 

"Calm down babe! You're probably just really sore. We've had sex like twice in a short period of time. If you weren't already sore, you're definitely going to be now!" He said, rubbing my back in a calming manner. I took a few deep breathes, shakily standing. His hands held my arms, supporting me as I pulled my skinny jeans the rest of the way up.

 

"Here..." Marcel smiled as I was lifted off my feet and into his arms. I laughed, thanking him as I cuddled into his chest. He walked me downstairs but I was reluctant to leave the safety of his arms. He tried to set me down but I groaned, clutching onto his shirt.

 

"Aren't you hungry?" He chuckled, hoisting me in his arms. I didn't reply. I simply took a granola bar from the counter and scarfed it down.

 

"I love being in your arms..." I smiled cheesily as another chuckle escaped his smiling lips. I repeated his gesture, my head only burrying further into his chest.

 

"Wait! Did Mia wake up?" Marcel said worriedly as my head shot up. I demanded him to carry my in the living room as I saw Mia, resting on the couch.

 

"You scream so fucking loud!" She groaned, throwing a pillow at my as I rolled my eyes.

 

"Honey, you just wish you had the pleasure!" I smirked, gesturing Marcel to set me down. He nodded, granting my wish as I walked. I could walk normally it was just very...aching, for my legs.

 

''No actually I don't. Watch him get up and leave you like he did me!" She snapped, her eyes still tightly closed. I rolled my eyes, pushing her feet off of the couch as the hit the table. She yelped in pain, sitting up as I sat down.

 

"Next time, tell your bitch of a friend to calm down!" She exclaimed, rubbing my hand against her temple.

 

"Call her a bitch again and you'll be on that floor, unconscious...again!" I growled as Marcel tugged at my arm.

 

"Babe..." He warned as I sighed. I turned to give Marcel an icy glare.

 

"Get out!" I demanded, standing up as I went to open the door.

 

"What did I do?" Marcel asked, shocked as I rolled my eyes.

 

"Not you, Mia!" I said, Marcel and I directing our vision towards her. She simply rolled her eyes, sashaying out of the door as I slammed it behind her.

 

"Why would I ask you to leave?" I laughed, facing Marcel. He simply shrugged his shoulders, a cheeky smile tugging at his lips. My laugh soon faded but my smile remained constant as I walked over, wrapping my arms around his tall, well built frame.

 

He smiled, placing a kiss on top of my head as I listened to his rhythmic heart beat. I guess today was just full of hugs. We laughed, our feet stumbling slightly backwards as he backed into the couch.

 

"I hate you." I simply stated as his arms pulled away. His eyes looked in mine, depressed.

 

"W-Why?" He asked, tears threatening to spill. A small smile quickly swept over my lips before it disappeared.

 

"Because you're to perfect..." I pouted as he chuckled, releasing a sigh of relief. I looked at him, my eyes dead serious.

 

"I'm not joking." I spoke, crossing my arms over my chest. He chuckled, pulling me back in as my cheek gently pressed against his chest. I smiled, giving up as my arms wrapped back around him. I looked up at him, an evil smirk playing at my lips.

 

"I want to see what you looked like as a nerd!" I laughed as his eyes widened. He viciously shook his head no as I did what I had become accustomed to- pouting.

 

"No." He replied, a sheepish smile replacing his serious pout.

 

"Please?" I begged, batting my eyelashes in hopes of convincing him.

 

"No." He monotonously replied. I playfully rolled my eyes, looking into his green irises.

 

"That means you have to meet my mom.." He smirked as it was my turn for widening eyes. I shook my head vigorously as he laughed at my wild sight. Dylan and I had lasted for quite a while and I never met his parents. Marcel and I have only been going out for like a day. Well, if your talking about the actual time he asked and I said yes. Otherwise it's been roughly a week or more.

 

"Nevermind..." I quickly took back my words, an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach, and it was obvious as to why I felt this way.

 

If Marcel and I lasted, I would eventually have to meet his parents.

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