You're with the Geek?

Georgia Rose was best friends with Marcel in Primary School, but once high school hit, their friendship was over. What happens now that he misses her in Senior Year?

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4. Jail Bait.

Georgia's POV -
He took my hand as we snuck past the crowds. I don't think you want the teacher chaperons to find out that you're ditching the $1,000 prom. I picked up my heels as we ran across the empty parking lot into his car. I laughed as I got in, Marcel started the car and drove right off. His Range Rover windows were down as he drove across town to a fancy Italian restaurant. I was a little uneasy about the thought of pricing, since all I had on hand was $50. He parked and opened my door. "Are you sure about this price?" I asked. This wasn't just an average Olive Garden or random Italian restaurant on the side of the street, it was The Anaheim White House, (if you've ever eaten here bless your soul because they have the best food ever) five star ratings and so many awards. He smiled, "Of course. Don't worry beautiful, this is on me too." "What?! No! I can't!" I said pulling him back. He chuckled and pulled me closer to him whispering, "I told you not to worry," and kissing the crook of my jaw. I smiled and went along. It was crazy how convincing he could be. We were surprisingly sat very quickly at a table in an almost empty ballroom. The front of the restaurant was packed and surprisingly quiet when we walked in. Marcel sat beside me in a booth as a waitress came to serve us. "What would you.. Marcel? Georgia?" We looked up to see Mrs. Brookstone, one of our Calc. teachers in our school. "Mrs. Brookstone?!" We said in sync. She smiled at us, "What are you two doing here?" She asked as she crossed her arms. We nervously laughed. "Well prom wasn't as great as we thought it would be.." Marcel said. She laughed, "Tell me about it. I chaperoned for 4 years straight, I thought I'd need a break from it. But anyway, what drinks can I get for you guys?" I set the menu down, "I'll have a Shirley Temple." She smiled and nodded. "I'll have one Pepsi, please," Marcel said, "But Mrs. Brookstone..?" She nodded her head upwards, "Yes?" "You work here?" She laughed, "Oh, no! I'm just filling in for my sister tonight. She's got a dentist appointment, so I covered her shift for her. We smiled, "Oh, alright." The rest of the night went great. Marcel and I clicked really well and shared a plate of Alfredo Fettuccine just like the way we did at school the other day. The night was full of fun an laughter. Probably more laughter than what we'd have at the Prom.

Marcel walked me over to my porch. "How did you like tonight?" He asked as he held my hands. I smiled, "Tonight was actually perfect. Thank you so much, Ma-bear." He laughed, "I'm glad you had fun. I can't wait for tomorrow." He tried to kiss my cheek, but I pulled back. He looked confused, but as soon as I leaned my face in towards his, he got the message. Our lips interlocked and quickly pulled away. I felt a smile form on his face right before we pulled back. He kissed my cheek one last time, "I'll see you tomorrow, beautiful." "Alright." He hopped into his car and waved one last time. I opened up the door to find myself home alone. As always. There was a note on the table that said, 'Left a little early for our vacation in Hawaii. Left $250 in the money jar and you have your card. Love you! See you soon! x -Mom and Dad.' A LITTLE EARLY?! Their vacation was scheduled for June 27th, it was only June 12th. I sighed and set all my stuff in my room and got dressed in my pajamas. Home alone until mid-June, How wonderful. The bell rang and there were repeated bangs on the door afterwards: Ashley. I laughed as I opened the door. "WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU TWO GO?! DID YOU NOT REALIZE THAT YOU TWO WERE PROM KING AND QUEEN?!" She yelled as she set her stuff down like it was her own home. My jaw dropped, "WHAT?!" She started to walk into the kitchen, "Yes! But no one could fucking find you so you won't be getting your crowns until Monday." I was confused as fuck, "We weren't even nominated though?" She shrugged, "Well it happened. You should have seen the look on everyone's face! Especially Carol." Holy shit. I forgot that Carol was in the lead for prom queen. I covered my mouth, "Holy shit dude. I feel really bad." She sat on my couch, me following, "You're prom queen! Marcel is prom king! You should be happy!" I slouched back, "Does Marcel know?" She nodded, "Luke should be on his way to his house." "Alright," the bell rung. "And they said they'd be coming here afterwards." I ran over to the door, "So now we're having a party at my house and I didn't even know about it?" Marcel greeted me with a hug, as if we hadn't seen each other in a year,"Hey prom queen." I laughed and hugged him back, "You guys are so lucky that my parents left early for vacation." Everyone was dressed down in pajamas and holding at least one backpack which I assumed held all of their things for the next day. "You guys' parents are okay with you two sleeping over at a girl's house?" Ash asked. I sat back down on the couch. "We're 18, so they can't really tell us what to do," Marcel said, my jaw dropped in sync with Ashley's. "We started school late, alright?" Luke laughed. "Doesn't this make us jail bait?" Ash said as Luke attacked her with kisses. "You two disgust me," Marcel said as he got up to get his phone and sat back down. I peeked over his shoulder, he was on twitter:  How long do I have to keep acting — "Marcel," Luke said, very loudly. He looked over his shoulder and clicked to lock his phone. "Is something wrong?" I asked, he shrugged and smiled, "No, nothing. Don't worry about it." I lay back on the couch, I knew they were hiding something.. Maybe Ashley wasn't, but sure as hell Marcel and Luke were. I didn't even know they were that close. Marcel laid back beside me and set his head on my shoulder, "I know you think we're hiding something.. But I just don't know how to explain anything yet. I pinky-promise you that you will figure it all out tomorrow, alright?" He said, sticking his pinky finger out. I interlocked my finger with his and he ran his fingers through my hair. After a while of staring he planted a gentle kiss on my forehead, "How'd you like tonight?" I smiled, "It was pretty perfect to me. Thank you so much for everything." He smiled. "Where did you two end up going anyways?" Ashley asked as Luke and she lay on the couch across from us. Marcel smirked, and Ashley's eyebrows ruffled with worry. I laughed, "No no no, we just went out to an Italian Restaurant." Luke sat up, "Olive Garden doesn't even count as an Italian Restaurant." Marcel laughed and sat up, I followed. "ACTUALLY. We went to the Anaheim White House." I picked Marcel's phone up and swiped it open, he was still on twitter, the message read:  How long do I have to keep acting like someone I'm not? What did he mean? Is he not himself? "Georgia." Ashley said, I quickly locked his phone and set it back down. "Yeah?" I asked, sitting up beside Marcel. "What time is it?" I glanced over at the digital clock on the side table. "1:56 AM," I read. Well shit, was it really that late? "We have plans for tomorrow, Ash. Let's hit the hay." Luke said as he turned off the lamp beside them. Marcel laid beside me, "Same with us. You have a big day today." I smiled nervously, "Alright. Goodnight Ma-bear." "Night Ge-bear." Though our good nights were said, I didn't fall asleep. I was too excited and worried about today. What would happen? What's so 'big' about it? I slowly tried to break free from Marcel's arms. He grunted and pulled me closer, "Where do you think you're going?" His voice was raspy, and had a little accent to it.. Maybe it was just because he was half asleep. I laughed and laid back, "I'm not going anywhere now." "Good," He said as he nestled his face into my neck. I fell asleep faster than ever in his arms.
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