She's Dangerous (Sequel to He's Dangerous) [COMPLETE]

Marcel was back but nothing was the same. It was hard returning to the way they were when they could barely remember it. Without Marcel Ella had to mature, grow up. Although growing up is exactly what Marcel wants to prevent. Once Ella starts growing up, she'll start making the same mistakes that Marcel did and he didn't want her to end up guilty over something
she had no intention to do. Life has been hectic since he got back and it's not calming down any time soon. Marcel and Ella are back in full action with new drama. Lies. Tears. Smiles and memories to be made. Want to follow them on their adventure? Read She's dangerous.

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34. That's all. I promise. *unedited* [15 chapters left]

Why is Marcel such a dick? Argh! Oh and guys, is your chapter set up different? Like it wont let me change font, bold, italics or anything! If I cant do that, the story isnt going to work out! Oh and this is an authors note :) I dont know whats going on! Is it new? Because if it is, I absolutely hate it -_- Anyways, never mind its fixed :) Ha, that was weird! Anyways, Marcels being a dick but its not because he moved on, just keep that in mind! Im going to give you a little tip/piece thing that will sum up the rest of this book and the upcoming trilogy.

Love makes you do crazy things.

Okay, love you guys and I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

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   My mouth fell open, my heart dropping as the scene played out before me.

   Marcel and Hannah. On the bed. Doing certain things.

   I tried to ignore the pounding in my head but I couldn't. The guy I loved and the girl I hated were right next to fucking each other senseless. The only thing prohibiting them from going that far were their underwear and Hannah's bra.

   Marcels lips pressed to hers, his fingers slowly travelling up her inner thigh as I coughed abruptly. Hannah gasped, Marcel turning to look at me as a smirk formed on his lips.

   "Oh, hey." He said smugly as I fought back the tears. Marcels fingers rubbed over her as I kept my eyes trained on his. I wouldn't cry. I couldn't let him win. I wouldn't let him win.

   "Hey, uh. I just came for this." I stammered, quickly clutching the camera. Marcel nodded, his lips pressing against the skin between her breasts as I turned away. I was already in my little art room before our bedroom door had even closed. What I just saw broke me. If they were friends, there was definitely benefits.

   I sighed, letting a few tears fall as they landed on my cast, traveling down and falling on the floor. This piece of shit, no good invention. It should make all pain go away. Although, it was a cast...not God!

   I weakly pressed my index finger against the start button as the camera came to life. I grit my teeth, trying to ignore Hannahs moans piercing through the wall. I quickly snapped the picture, as a click went off. I dropped the camera into my lap. I must have sat for a good five minutes, thinking but never once comprehending. I replayed the destroying moment, grimacing at the thought.

   Why was I so jealous? We were friends.

   That's all.

   Yet I couldn't convince my heart of that statement. I sat for over twenty minutes, looking through the cameras photos. A good ninety-nine were pictures I had forced Marcel to take with me. I took a deep breath, turning the device off as I scurried downstairs.

   Shards of broken glass lay everywhere and multiple items still reported destroyed. The kitchen's island counter was cracked due to Marcels fist. The balcony doors were destroyed, and the dining room table was knocked over. Multiple holes pierced each wall and varieties of things lay knocked over. The wall was dented where he had slammed me against it, and my back still throbbed due to the impact.

   I bent down, groaning. I swept the microscopic  fragments into my hand, careful not to wound myself any further. Although at this point, I'd rather be physically hurt then mentally. I'm already emotionally drained.

   M-Marcel!

   I cringed in disgust at the sound of Hannah moaning my Marcels name. I got mad at him for being possessive but now I'm being needy.

   I was ludicrous to believe I wouldn't so selfishly want Marcel to myself. I wanted to be the one Marcel touched affectionately. I wanted to be the one he'd whisper sweet nothings into my ear. I heard the moans and grunts grow in volume and I instantly felt like hurling. I finally had the ground clean, yet the other disasters still annoyed me.

   I stalked over to the couch, plopping down as my cast hit my stomach. I get the thing off tomorrow. I can survive, I know I can! I stayed silent and to my surprise, the sounds had deceased. That only meant one thing. They were now snuggling, pressed up against each other. The thought alone drove me to the bathroom, puking up everything I had until I was left with nothing but my pain.

 

The next day

  

   Another girl. This one was slightly more bearable then Hannah, but not much. Her name was Kandy. How original, I thought sarcastically. Goosebumps rose high on my arms, and I groaned in pain as I rolled over. My stomach was absolutely killing me.

   I laid on the couch, Harry in the kitchen, making me some chicken noodle soup. I had called him early this morning and as soon as he had detected I felt upset, he had hurried over. Marcel was still upstairs doing God knows what with whatever her name is. Chocolate? Slut? Oh wait, it was Kandy.

   "How are you doing?" Harry asked, pouring the soup into a bowl, as he set it on a tray. Altogether, the tray held the soup, some tea and a smaller bowl of cut up strawberries. If there was anything that could make me feel better, it was this. He carried the meal over as I sat up, painfully. The tray was set on my lap, Harry plopping down beside me as I weakly ate.

   "I have a question. Promise you wont be offended?" Harry asked, as I quietly sipped the soup from my spoon. I perched my eyebrows, nodding as I set the spoon down, turning to look at him.

   "Okay. If Marcel hurts you so much, why do you stay with him?" He asked as I froze. I sighed, moving the meal onto the table as I turned to look at him. My eye ached from the black eye I had somehow mysteriously woken up with. Harry questioned me but not even I know how it had gotten there.

   "Honestly I don't know. I don't want to stay with him anymore. I just can't do this anymore. I try to be the best I can for him and he goes and does this. I know life has been hard for him but that gives him absolutely no right to act like a dick! I listen when nobody else will and I try to lead him down the right path but at the end of the day." I paused, taking a breath.

   "At the end of the day, he pushes me away. I honestly feel like I'm a one night stand that lasted months to long."

   "Yeah, you guys have been going on for over seven months!" Harry exclaimed as I smiled sadly.

   "Yeah. In two weeks it'll be eight." I laughed lightly, looking back on all our memories.

   "So, you'll stay with him?''

   "I...No..." I sighed, slumping in defeat. I couldn't do this anymore. I couldn't sit, waiting until he screwed up just so I could help him. I loved him but I also loved myself and I couldn't put myself through anymore pain.

   Harry and I stayed silent, gazing into each others eyes. Before I could comprehend what happened, our lips were pressed to each others.

 

 

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Author note number two :) This is unedited by the way :) Okay, so youre going to get a very small #Harella moment ;) I have one question

#Marcella (Marcel and Ella)

or

#Harella (Harry and Ella)

or

#Mardy (Kandy and Marcel, ew!)

 

Which one? Comment below :)

 

~gabriella//

 

If you read this all comment which ship you are from the three above :) x

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