Maybe I'm in denial. Not willing to believe that what's next to come wouldn't be in my favor. Why? Well, the answer to that is very simple. Whenever Marcel and I grow strong, life decides to gather energy and kick us down. We had finally arrived home from our adventure, never reaching our destination. Which I was fine with, I got to stay with Marcel and regardless, that was enough for me.
"Hey, babe?" I asked, nervously gnawing at my lip.
"Yeah?" He answered, his voice deep and husky.
"Do you think I'd still be able to join back into highschool? I mean this should be my senior year and I don't want to miss it." (A/N I dont remember what grade they were in when the first book started so lets say theyre both seniors in highschool.)
I waited for the blunt no, crushing what last years I had of a calm life. Too much had happened when Marcel and I first met, both in highschool and I don't think he feels like revisiting the past.
I thought back onto those days. He was the smartest guy there but also the darkest. I was just an average girl, trying to pass fucking math but of course couldn't. God knows how we ended up here but I can't say I'd change much. I'd stick with him through everything, and that's what I intend to do.
"Definitely not. Highschool is for lame fucks, you're not going back. Shit, fucking highschool full of assholes! No!" Marcel grumbled unhappily, teeth clenched and eyebrows knitted together in concentration.
"Marcel! Why not? It's my life to live, not yours! I want to be successful in life and grow to be something I'm happy of!" I retorted, not raising my voice in volume but in octaves.
"So you're not happy right now?" He yelled as I flinched. Oh look, here comes life with a bat in it's hand.
"No! I'm not!" I shouted, both of us dropping to silence.
"So you're not happy with me?" Marcel asked, his voice lower in volume.
"Marcel, that's not what I meant. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, but I can't depend on you forever! I need a decent job, and a salary. Not everything in life is going to get handed to me on a golden platter. I've gotten a lot of nice things because of my parents death, but it came at a price. I lost who I loved and them dying can only pay for so much before I have to let go and survive on my own." I spoke softly, fiddling with my fingers. Thoughts of my parents filled my mind as tears washed my eyes. I could tell what I said had hit Marcel considering he had killed my parents. God, I'm messed up. Here I am, in love with a killer, yet not doing anything about it.
"Sweetheart, you look beautiful!" My dad smiled, adjusting the straps of my backpack. The first day of 7th grade. I was confused and I had no idea what was going on. I was nervous. A new school, meant new people.
"You'll be fine angel. It's only a new building! We'll be here when the days over!" My dad promised as I gave a smile of trust.
"Okay..." I mumbled before bravely taking my first few steps in. I headed to the office, getting a schedule. I was then assigned somebody to lead me around.
"Hey, I'm Dylan." The guy smiled, and already I could see evil in his eyes.
*end of flashback*
I shuddered involuntarily, as Marcel looked at me funny.
"Thank God, I have you!" I cried, jumping into his arm as he caught me, supporting me. My legs wrapped around his torso as he held me close. His scent lingered off his body, as I took a breath in. It never ceased to calm me.
"Thank God, I have you too?" He asked, obviously confused by my sudden statement.
"I love you so much Marcel." I mumbled, pressing my lips to the base of his neck.
He groaned quietly, "I love you more baby girl." He replied, tilting his head back. Kisses were gently pressed to the base of his neck before I let my lips wander up. I gently pressed them against the skin behind his ear, earning a groan which only intensified the hormones rushing through me at the moment.
Marcel set me down, looking in my eyes.
"Someones gotten brave, and it's hot but I'm the leader here." Marcel smirked, pressing me firmly against the wall as his lips attached to mine before kissed were peppered all over my cheek and down my jaw. Scattered across my neck, I felt his buttery soft lips touch the skin below my ear as a moan left my lips. I could feel the low grumble of his chuckle as his hands trailed up and down my body.
Needless to say, a lot happened that night.
Sorry for the short chapter but theres a dude next to me and I highly doubt he'd think writing a sex scene with harry styles is that hot. Soo I'll try and update other stories! Byeee :) xx
If you read this all comment if I should end the story on this one and add another.