Outcast (Marcel)

Marcel is the school nerd. Katie is the school 'it girl'. What happens when these two worlds collide.. And one of them has a secret nobody can know about...?


14. Chapter Thirteen

Katie's POV


 “How did you find us?” Harry exclaimed, going over to Edward. He smirked, licking his lips. 


 “I tracked your phone.” He smiled innocently, “And followed you here on my motorbike.”


 “You have a motorbike? Awesome!” I yelled, Harry glaring at me from the corner of his eyes. Edward nodded.


 “Do you want a ride?” He asked, “I have a spare helmet.” I looked at Harry, silently pleading for approval. He simply shrugged, nodding his head once as if to say it was okay.


 “Be careful!” Harry insisted as Edward ushered me out the door. Outside, Edwards motorbike was leaned against the wall. 


 “Hop on,” He said, handing me a helmet. I put it over my head and sat behind Edward. “Wrap your arms around my waist.” Hesitantly, I did just that. We zoomed off down the street, my hair blowing in the wind and adrenaline rushing through my body. I giggled in delight as we turned corners. My grip on his waist tightened as he increased the speed.


 “Scared yet?” He taunted.


 “Nope.” I lied. He laughed.


 “Whatever,” We stopped in front of an old abandoned park. I took my helmet off and Edward laughed as I attempted to tame my mess of hair. He walked over to an old rusted set of swings and sat down. I sat next to him and started swinging back and forth. 


 “You're different than I thought.” I finally spoke up, disturbing the comfortable silence between us. 


 “I hear that a lot,” He admitted. “I ain't all bad, y'know.”


 “Why did you kill Harry's girlfriend then?” I asked him.


 “Why do you want to know?” He snapped back rather harshly.


 “Just curious.” I sighed.


 “Okay then.” He started, biting his lip. “It all started three years ago....”


 I was sitting on my bed, flicking through previous sketches of which I had drawn. They had all been of the same girl, that girl being Harry's girlfriend. Harry didn't know it, but me and Charlotte, his girlfriend, had been in a relationship for over a year now. I had been trying to break it off, but she wouldn't let me. She knew things about me that I didn't want anybody to hear. She blackmailed me into loving her. One night, she cut me...with a knife. I know that sounds stupid but it's true. It was quite a deep gash too. We got in a huge argument and she threatened to stab me. Everything was out of self-defence. I think you know what happened next. After that, Harry found her lifeless body on the floor, instantly knowing it was me from the blood on my clothes and hands. My own brother hated me. So I was keen to go to prison, not having a use in the world. 


 “So, you almost died, too?” I asked, a tear slipping out my eye. He nodded, his head bowed in shame and terror. I went over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. All Harry knew was that Charlotte was an innocent girl killed by his murdering brother.


 “Going to prison changed me.” Edward sighed, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me onto his lap. “I got more tattoos, piercings and became more violent.”


 “It's okay, I'll help you get back to the way you were.”


 “No thanks, I like myself the way I am now.”


 “Why?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowed.


 “Well, I have a hot girl sitting on my lap now.” He chuckled, “So I mustn't be doing anything wrong.”



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