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?


40. the light *eleven chapters left*



   Two words. It only took two words to bring out the emotions that I bottle up, attempting to mask with a smile. A broken smile...but a smile. I sat in bed, sobbing into my hands, tears causing my hands to continuously slip down my face.

   Emma and Harry stood in front of me, unsure of what to do. I can't blame them. I'm a mess. I wonder how far Marcel had gotten. Was he hurt? What if he was hurt? This is all my fault!

   I sniffled, taking a deep breathe but it all got soaked up in cries.

   "A-are you...okay?" Harry whispered. leaning down and resting his hand on the small of my shoulder. I shook my head, tilting my shoulder so that his hand slipped off.

   "And the worst part? I'm the cause of this all!" Harry mumbled quietly, walking out of the room. I lifted my head, black smudged onto my hands as I looked at the door, than to Emma, than back to the door.

   "He left?" I spoke although it came out more like a question. Emma nodded apologetically. My heart split even more, each half handing on it's last thread. After a few more moments, I swung a leg off my bed, shakily setting it on the floor.

   With every once of courage I could muster, I slowly stood up, my body shaking from my sobs. Gaining my strength, I walked over to the door, pulling the hair from my face into a pony tail. I slowly sulked out of the door, my eyes scanning every inch of the house in search of Harry.

   After a while I heard sobs coming from...outside? I finished my voyage down the stairs, heading towards the sliding glass door. I slid the door open, spotting Harry  sitting by the pool, his legs dangling carelessly in. The tips of his shorts turned dark with water as I walked over, sitting next to him.

   After a few silent minutes, I finally spoke, my eyes glued to the trees before them.

   "It's beautiful isn't it?" I smiled, finally craning my head to look at him. He slightly smiled, nodding his head as his curls flopped around.

   "You want to know a secret nobody knows?" I asked, a hinted tone played into my voice. He finally turned his head to look into my eyes, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

   "What?" He spoke, his first word as I placed my hand over his, pulling him up.

   "Come on!" I giggled as I pulled him down the stairs of the deck, out onto the moist, soft, green grass.

   "Nobody knows about this, you're the first!" I laughed, turning around in front of Harry as I walked backwards, both of my hands in his.

   "I'm not going to die right?" He asked curiously, laughing soon after as I was quick to join him. I shook my head, turning back towards the little area of woods, walking along the perimeter.

   "Ah!" I grinned once I found the small entrance I had made when I was a small girl with big dreams. I parted the vines in the middle, dragging both Harry and I through as dirt replaced grass beneath our feet.

   "Wha-," Harry began before something truly beautiful fished in his vision.

   "Whoa, did you make this?" He questioned, his eyes wide as his head was tilted up to admire the full view.

   "All alone. Covered in my blood sweat and tears!" I laughed as he grimaced, still in shock at the beauty of it.

   "Well, come on! The secret is on the inside!" I giggled, pulling him through the door as a massive area was open to only us two.

   "Dang girl, You are so building me a house!" Harry spoke as I laughed, walking in.

   "I have a lot of time!" I said, gesturing to the house as Harry nodded his head in tremendous agreement.


   "As for all of this being your fault!" I spoke, my tone seriously. I led him over to the fireplace, taking a few logs of wood and building a fire.

   "None of this is your fault!'' I continued, fueling the flame that had built.

   "Yes it is. If I wouldn't have kissed you on the head than Marcel wouldn't have gotten upset. I'm sorry I made the one thing that made you happy leave!" Harry spoke sorrowfully, a creak emitting from the chair he sat on.

   "Harry, do you hear yourself right now? It's not like we went and did something more...it was a friendly kiss on the head...and, " I paused, thinking of the next sentence I was to speak.

   "Marcel wasn't my only source of happiness. I have Emma...I have you..." I smiled, turning to face him as I sat on the floor in front of his feet.

   "I know but you truly loved Marcel..." He spoke quietly, fumbling with his fingers as his curls masked his forehead. I let his words sink in, my mind travelling to Marcel and where he could be.

   "Yes. Yes I did and I still do but no matter how much I love a person, I'm still a person, not the last cookie. I will always love him but for now I need to be able to do what I want without someone constantly hovering over my back limiting me from truly living..." I spoke with a smile, thinking back to the past month of Marcel and I. How it began with being stranded at a store and led into something more.

   "I...I still feel horrible! I know how depressed you were in the past. I-I just don't want to add onto the depression!" He spoke, whispering the last part.

   "My actions add onto my depression, not you!" I comforted, my hand rubbing his arm in a comforting gesture.

   We both sat in silence, the fire crackling as we both stared out the balcony windows. Trees prohibited any further view but the scene we had now was beautiful enough. Many different trees scattered our vision, flowers growing on the vines that twirled up the trunks. Above the bush of leaves, the sky settled into an array of warm colors. Red, orange, pink, purple, blue. It was truly beautiful. Beautiful. Beau-Marcel.

   I wonder if Marcel was looking at the sky...and I wonder if he was thinking about me, just as I was him. I felt a cold tear slip down my cheek, the skin cooling where moisture was left.

   "Are you okay?" Harry asked, his deep voice breaking the deafening silence.

   "Uh..yeah!" I spoke, trying to portray a smile but I just couldn't hold my feelings in. My smile soon faltered as the tears broke loose, sobs escaping my lips as I placed my head in my arms.

   "Really Ella? You're okay?" Harry spoke before getting up and bending down, sitting on the floor beside me. I ignored his statement, continuing to cry as his hands soothed my back, my emotions dripping from my eyes.

   "I-I just..." I began before breaking into another fit of sobs. The more I tried ignoring the fact Marcel was gone, the more it dawned on me. He. He was gone. I was...I was the reason he was gone.

   "I knew you weren't okay!" Harry mumbled as something stomped on my heart, causing that last thread to begin to snap.

   "No. I'm fine. I just need to let my emotions out!" I spoke, transfixing a smile onto my face.

   I sniffled a few times, before stopping.

   "See? I'm fine!" I lied, attempting to mask the hurt and absolute confusion that had made it's way onto my face. Harry looked at me unconvinced but left the subject be. We sat in another round of silence, friction in the air.

   "Uh, we should get going, it's getting cold!" I spoke, getting up as I headed towards the fire pit, extinguishing the flame. I heard the faint footsteps of Harry walking over to me, taking my wrist in his hand and turning me towards him.

   "Wha-," I began before my wrist was dropped, his hands caressing my cheek as his lips were pressed to mine. Shock coursed through my veins, my heart viciously beating before I finally reacted.

   "I-I'm-," I began, out of breathe. Harry looked down sadly as I took his hand in mine.

   "I'm sorry, this just isn't the way things were meant to be!" I spoke, his eyes looking into mine.

   "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that!" He whispered as I shook my head, tears glazing my eyes. I pulled him into a hug, letting it last.

   "Don't let go...please!" I whispered in his ear as he nodded, hid breathe hot against my neck.

   "Never!" He responded as this warm fuzzy feeling circled within the confinements of my body. Had Marcel, maybe, been blocking me from seeing the light? From seeing what I deserved? Who am I kidding? When I'm with Marcel, I feel like I am the light. I feel that I don't deserve him yet he never leaves. He makes me feel like I'm the only girl in the world. He makes me feel beautiful. But as long as he's gone, I have Harry.

   Although Harry doesn't have quite the same effect...he still makes me feel genuinely happy and beautiful.

   Something I'm going to need to help me pull through this rough time.

   To help me recapture the light.




okay so this chapter wasnt as long as I wanted but oh well :) So what do you thnk? There was supposed to be storms so nobody in my city could go trick-or-treating,,,we have to go sunday! :( The problem you may ask...




okay, im done...love you guys:) by the way I only have two days of school tomorrow due to voting and conferences! YAY!

Okay, now bye, luff you :D 



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