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?


36. you know his name *unedited*




My eyes fluttered open as I craned my head left and right. The sun shone brightly in my eyes causing me to quickly close them, my arm blocking my sight. I groaned, cautiously removing my arm as I looked around my tired body. Marcel sat up against the swinging bench, his head rested upon my thighs. Harry was peacefully sleeping beneath the swing, shade covering his features.

Marcel began to stir as I looked down at him, a smile appearing on my dry lips. My arm flung to my side, landing in his curls as his head shot up.He wildly looked around before his eyes met mine, his irises softening. My smile spread as my hand dropped to carress his cheek. 

We admired each other in silence, our eyes scanning each others face.

'' I love you. '' his raspy morning voice spoke, my heart fluttering. I smiled, my hand resting on his shoulder as I leaned forward, my lips meeting his warm forehead. His hand caressed my cheek, as he pulled his head back, looking into my eyes.

Before I knew it, our lips were gently pressed together in a slow passionate kiss.

After a few moments I pulled away smiling at him.

"Get a room..." I heard a voice croak as I screamed, the swing moving back as I fell off of it.

"ow..." I groaned, pushing myself up with extreme difficulty.

"Im sorry Ella!" I heard Harry say as he sluggishly rolled from beneath the shaded area and sat beside me.

I nodded my head, random thoughts swirling in my mind. I guess I was just having one of those mornings. It'd been two days since Marcel came to my rescue...why wouldn't there be a lot to think about?

"Come on guys, let's go inside!" Marcel spoke, his arm snaking around my waist as I was lifted up bridal style. Marcel stood up, turning around as he peered down at Harry.

"You coming, pretty boy?" He spoke, frustration hinting at his voice although a tiny smile was appearing on his lips. Harry chuckled, rolling his eyes as he pushed himself off the ground, standing straight. Marcel began walking towards the patio door, propping me on his knee as he slid it open.

He walked through it, leaving Harry to close it as Marcel began up the stairs, towards my room. He gently kicked the door open, walking inside before setting me on the bed. I smiled, leaving a peck on his cheek as I cuddled into the blankets. Once I found my comfortable position, something had to ruin it for me. The same sour taste returned in my mouth making me dash up from the bed and into my bathroom. I quickly glopped some toothpaste on my toothbrush while I viciously scrubbed away at my teeth, hoping the taste would go away.

"You alright, angel?" Marcel asked as I nodded, toothpaste dripping down my chin. I finished, rinsing my mouth out as I sighed, placing my palms on the counter. I looked to my left and saw my small basket full of beauty related objects. I ran my hand across them, hissing as I pulled it back to my chest. I turned my hand around to reveal the skin of my palm had been torn off and was now replaced with blood. I screamed at the sight, Marcel dashing into the bathroom to make sure I was alright.

His face went pale with the amount of blood oozing from my hand before he finally got into action. He pulled out a gauze and a washcloth, taking hydrogen peroxide as it was poured onto the rag.

"This is going to sting," he spoke, getting the rag ready. Gently he pressed the rag against my palm, my body lifting upright as stings cascaded throughout my arm, my lips pressing together in an unattractive matter.

"Calm down, babe." He spoke, continuously dabbing the rag onto the effected area. He finally finished, pain filling my arm as he wiped away any remaining blood and wrapped a gauze around it.

"Thank you." I quietly spoke, observing my hands as two fingers tilted my head up.

"Stop. Looking. Down. You. Are. Beautiful.'' He spoke in broken sentences as a crimson red color inhabited my cheeks. My eyes met his in an innocent mannor before once again our lips were pressed together. Except this time it was a hot and lustful kiss.

His hand roamed my back, gently massaging it as my hands found his curls, wrapping them around my finger as I tugged at them, many moans emitting from his lips.

Before I knew it, we were laying down on the bed, Marcel only in his boxers, only underwear and a bra covering myself.

I think you know how the rest goes so I wont bore you but lets just say I'd much rather make love with this beautiful guy than be raped by....D-D...you know his name.




Hey guys, sorry I havnt updated in a while...i was grounded :( I still am..teehe :) Anywho, sorry for the shirt chapters, once the story is finished Ill go back and edit the thing and who wants a sequel???

Comment down below if you want one! Also, you know how theyre having a competition for the best book or something? Would any of you mind voting for me? I would love you forever!!!!

Ahaa, to much to ask? Im sorry...

Mkay, love you cupcakes ♥


~Gabriella xx

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