Breathless || Marcel Styles

Marcel Styles had always been the outcast. He stuck to himself, hiding away in the library, his only safe haven. When a new student, Ariel Parker, having stood out for not only being fresh meat but also her cherry red hair, comes into Marcel's life, he's unsure what to do. Would he get to know her and make friends with her or pretend she had never existed just as everyone had done to him his whole life? Sooner or later the two would have to butt heads and after a while, Marcel finds himself stuck in Ariel's gravitational pull. He couldn't claw his way out even if he wanted to. He wanted to figure Ariel out; she was a complete mystery and he wanted to solve her puzzle.


12. Chapter 12

I head into school with a clear nose and am filled with relief. I had finally recovered from my cold and my bruises were basically healed. The only damper on my day was the thought that since my bruises had healed, Zayn, Niall and Louis would cause new ones. I hold my books tight against my chest and that was when I came crashing to the ground. My books flew everywhere and pain exploded through my kneecaps. Only then do I hear the sound of all three of the boys' cackling. I wince as one of them pulls me up by my shirt collar, pushing me up against the lockers. "Miss us?" Louis asks, smirking evilly. I shake my head quickly, eyes locked on the floor which held my dropped books and homework.


"I see your bruises have healed," Zayn observed and I wince when I notice him ball his hand into a fist. Here it comes. 


"Oh g-god," I mutter softly only to have Zayn chuckle. He rams his fist into my face and my head smacks against the metal lockers, causing my vision to blur just slightly. The blows don't stop there. Niall knees me in the stomach, making me moan and lose my breath. "Jesus Christ," I mumble. Louis knocks me in the jaw and tears begin to bubble in my eyes. Zayn drops me to the floor and Niall kicks me in the ribs and stomach, making me sputter for breath. "St-Stop, p-please," I beg which makes them roar with laughter. 


"Hey, stop it!" I hear a light voice say and when I look up, I find Danielle standing a few feet away, looking shocked and horrified. 


"Get out of here you bitch," Louis hisses.


"Don't c-call her t-that," I wheeze weakly before Niall kicks me in the stomach to silence me. "D-Danielle, j-just g-g-go," I whimper. 


"Yeah, listen to the faggot," Zayn agrees before picking me up and punching me in the face. I feel my lip and nose start to bleed, tasting the sharp taste on my tongue and fight back a gag. "How much more can you take, loser?" Zayn wonders as my eyes begin to droop.


"I-I dunno," I whimper. 


All three of them laugh and I watch as fear lights up in Danielle's eyes. I give her a look, pleading for her to leave and after a moment, she does. The beating worsens after that and when I hear shoes squealing on marble floor, all four of our gazes meet with the newcomers. When Harry and Liam see the situation at hand, their faces fill with worry and anger while Danielle stands there again in shock. Harry grabs Zayn by the shoulders roughly shoving him into the set of lockers beside me and Liam grabs ahold of Niall, punching him in the face. Louis takes one more kick at my throat before running off before Harry or Liam could get him and I lay there, coughing and choking. 


Danielle comes to my side, sitting down and lifting me onto her lap before saying, "Sh, Marcel, I need you to breathe for me love," 


I shake my head, unable to and feel my face change colors as I claw at my throat. An unnatural noise leaves my throat as I struggle to breathe and Liam and Harry just about knock the two boys' teeth out before letting them go and coming over to me. "Marc, lad, you need to breathe for me," Liam says. 


I squirm around in Danielle's lap, trying to find a more comfortable place so my lungs would have an easier time and after a moment, I do. I take in the deepest breath I could muster and it comes out in a weak cough. "O-Ow," I whisper. 


"What do we do?" Danielle whispers. 


"J-Just give me a c-couple m-minutes. I-I'll be f-fine," I mumble weakly and they all look at me with worry. "T-They've b-beaten me w-worse a-and I've s-s-survived," I mumble and sit up from Danielle's lap, trying not to let the dizziness take over. 


"Marc, this is not okay," Liam whispers, eyes leaking concern and I only shrug. 


"N-Not like I'm not u-used to i-it," I mumble. "'J-Just b-back up. I-I--" I groan with pain as try to find my footing, getting up from the ground and swaying slightly. "S-See? F-Fine," I mumble as I cling to the lockers like a life raft.


"You're not fine," Harry mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose with worry. 


"I will be," I disagree. I test my footing again and find the world to only have a slight tilt this time around.


"You've got to be joking if you think this is okay," Danielle mumbles. 


"I never said it was okay. I said I was used to it," I snap weakly. I wipe the blood from my lip and nose, wincing from the pain it brought and start to limp away from them. "Don't any of you dare come after me. I need some time for myself right now," I was skipping yet another day of school but in this moment, I don't think it mattered to anyone; at least, it didn't matter to me. I didn't care what my mom would think when I stepped into the house. I didn't care about the way her eyes would blaze with fury and her palm would collide with my cheek in a routinely way. All I cared about was getting out of this school and having some time to think. 


I don't dare look back, only limp forward until I'm out of the school, parking lot and on the sidewalk. The sidewalk was easier than the asphalt I had to suffer through but all I was focused on was the blood trailing down my lip no matter how many times I wiped it away. I find my way to the beach and sit down in the sand, letting my fingers seep below the light grains. I pull my knees up to my chest and rest my head on top of them, rocking on my heels. "Marc?" 


I turn around quickly at the voice and when I meet a pair of blue eyes, I instantly turn away. "G-G-Go away A-A-Ariel. I just w-want to b-be a-a-alone," I plead, feeling tears begin to form in my eyes. "P-Please," I beg lightly and she sighs, taking a seat my side and ignoring it.


"You're bleeding," She says when she sees the dried blood on the sleeve of my shirt. 


"It h-h-happens," I mumble. 


"What those boys are doing is unacceptable," 


"I-I know," My voice is small and the tears I could no longer fight back come rolling down my cheeks. 


"Sh, Marcel, don't cry. Please don't cry. I don't want to see you cry," 


"Th-Then g-go. If you d-don't want t-t-to see me c-cry, then go b-because odds a-are, that's all I'm going to b-be d-doing," 


Ariel grabs my hand, finding it though the soft sand and says, "I'll never leave you," 


I take off my glasses, wiping my eyes and say, "Y-You know, I-I'm not u-used to having f-f-friends. N-Now that I have them... it's so weird, y-you know? It's like, I-I go from no one giving a shit about me to b-being the h-h-hot t-topic," 


"Nobody ever paid attention to you?" She asks with confusion. I nod slowly, staring down at our tangled fingers and feel embarrassment seep like molasses through my veins. "Well they should because you're an amazing person,"  I laugh bitterly, shaking my head and wiping more blood from my nose. "You are! Now, just let me get you cleaned up and then we can talk this over," 


"I-I don't n-need to be c-cleaned up. I d-don't n-need t-to have th-this talked o-over. I don't n-need anything. I'm t-tired of b-being set a-as weak. I'm t-tired of this," 


"I just want to help you." She whispers, running a hand through my hair. 


"I-I know. B-But sometimes, I can't be h-helped," I say, looking down. Suddenly, I feel her perfectly manicured finger tilt up my chin and press my lips to hers. 


Hello my lovelies! I hope you liked it. Cliffhanger; sorry about that. Thanks over over 100 reads, it means a lot. I love you all.


-Shianne xx 



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