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?


20. Promises (filler chapter) **unedited**

"We're home!" Ella's beautiful voice called out, a door slam confirming her arrival. I smiled, looking at myself in the mirror. I looked pretty decent if I must say so myself. I had a white button down shirt, fresh from the dryer. It revealed most of my chest since I was never really a fan of buttoning the shirt all the way up. I swear the damn thing would end up choking me.

I wore some simple black jeans along with it. I nodded, smiling as I spritzed on some cologne. I walked through it, out of the door as Ella and Emma both stood at the base of the stairs. I admired Ella's appearance as I cleared my throat. They both turned to face me, Ella's face lighting up with a smile.

"BABE!" She screamed, dropping the bags as she ran up the stairs and into my arms. I chuckled, tightly embracing her but something about her wasn't normal. She was shaking like a crazy person. Her hair was a mess and both Ella and Emma wore a scared expression on their faces.

"What happened?" I asked, cocking my eyebrows as I pulled away to look into her frightened eyes. She opened her mouth to speak but loud banging noises against the door snapped her eyes to the white wood. Her face became petrified, as she grasped my arms. I looked confusedly down at her as I led her downstairs. I opened the door whilst pushing her small body behind me.

My fists instantly clenched as I looked at the person before.

"I said I'd be back!" He grinned, his eyes dark. My lips began turning white with pressure as my breaths became heavier. Ella squeezed my hand as I held onto hers tightly.

"How do you know where she lives?" I spat, my eyes narrowing as I was ready to attack. Okay, Marcel you sound like a damn animal, calm down.

"Shes my girlfriend-,'' He started before I rudely cut him off.

"Ex girlfriend!" I growled, as he rolled his eyes.

"Ex girlfriend. I've gone to her house smart ass!" He chuckled as I began squeezing Ella's hand harder than she was mine.

"M-Marcel...my-my hand!" She stuttered as I instantly loosened my grip, turning around.

"I'm sorry babe!" I spoke, giving her a peck on the forehead as I turned to face the dickhead once more.

"Go away and never come back or I swear I wont hesitate on killing you!" I spat, low enough that only he could hear. No emotion passed through his eyes.

"Try me!" He smirked, opening his arms beside him.

"You really want that?" I challenged, letting go of Ella's hand, my height easily towering over his.

"Marcel, don't!" Ella spoke, gripping my arm. I shook my arm, ridding her hand as my vision remained on Dylan.

"Come at me!" He smiled as I brought my fist up.

"Marcel, I'm not afraid to step in front of your fist again!" Ella spoke, freezing my hand in place. I turned slowly around to face her, bringing my fist down.

"Ella, go upstairs!" I spoke as she stood rooted to the ground.

"I wont hurt him, now go!" I said, anger lacing in my already deep voice/

"Promise?" She said, a demanding motherly tone hinting at her voice. I sighed, replying with the same word.

"Okay..." She spoke softly, dragging upstairs as I walked out, closing the door behind myself.

"Dylan, see. You and I have to have a little talk..." I spoke, beginning my little 'speech'.

Ellas POV

I sat nervously rocking on my bed as I thought of Marcel beating Dylan up. I knew I shouldn't have gone to the mall. If I didn't I would've never ran into him.

I heard the door slam shut after a good five minutes but Marcel never came up. The sink downstairs turned on as I cocked my eyebrows in confusion, looking over at Emma who simply shrugged her shoulders.

After another few silent minutes, my door opened, Marcel walking in. I examined him, looking for any evidence of violence. He seemed clean.

"Thank you for not hurting him, is he gone?" I asked as he nodded.

"Okay, Em you can go back to your room!" I smiled, looking at her as she nodded, complying with my words. She closed the door behind her as Marcel sat beside me.

"Don't worry, I told him never to come back!" He smiled as I nodded, nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck. I closed my eyes, staying in that position for a while before a weird smell filled my nostrils. I scrunched my forehead together, sniffing deeper. I sat my head straight up, looking around the room.

I finally found where it was coming from. I tightened my teeth, pulling Marcel's hand from his pocket as dried blood covered it. Anger rushed into my as I flung his arm down, letting it hit the mattress.

"You fucking lied!" I yelled, standing up as I turned to face him, pulling at my hair.

"I'm sorry babe but he needs to be taught a lesson!" He replied as I rolled my eyes, holding my palm flat up.

"I told you one thing, not to hurt him and what do you do...hurt him!" I snapped, clenching my fists, my nails digging into my skin.

"What do you want me to do? Why the fuck do you care about him so damn much?" Marcel retorted, his voice extremely loud and low.

We had quickly escalated into a full blown fight, yelling things at each other.

I brought my hand up to slap him in the cheek but before I could fully reach my target, his hand wrapped around my wrist, preventing damage. He backed me up into the wall, my back making harsh contact with it. I winced in pain, not struggling against Marcel's grip.

"Want to try that again sweetheart?' He whispered in my ear, curls tickling my face. I stayed silent at his words, confused about how I felt.

"You promised..." I broke down, sliding down against the walk as I plopped onto the floor. Tears rolled down as face as Marcel looked down at me, his eyes looped with guilt.

"I-I'm sorry!" He spoke, sitting cross legged in front of me as he pulled me onto his lap. I sobbed into his shoulder, my arms wrapping around his large structure.

Why does he keep making promises he cant keep?

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