The Makeover

24 | Rollercoaster

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Chapter Twenty-Four | Rollercoaster

Marcus. Marcus Average!

Holy cowdung! Was the whole world going crazy?

I'm sure everyone remembers Marcus. The asshole that made me miserable every other day of my life, the motherfucker that made my life feel like a sail in a storm, the blockhead that-

I could go on and on.

I sucked in a breath when he stepped down from the podium with a sly, sinister grin on his muscly face. He looked soo weird with his hair perfectly gelled and swept to the side. That's why I didn't recognize his backview.

"Zara," He whispered when he finally stood in front of me. I gasped. He had ever never called me by my name even though I'm pretty sure he had always known it, he'd call me Zebra or Mute or any other annoying name that he invented in that tiny brain of his. I felt very creeeeped out! Beginning to tune into my cautious, defensive side, I balled my hands into fists and glared holes in his skull.

Anger was radiating off me in waves.

"I'm in love with you, Zara."

His words didn't have any effect on me, infact they felt like a thunder strike, erupting sparks in the pit of my stomach.

"In vain I have struggled, It will not do.
My feelings will not be repressed.
You must allow me tell you how ardently I admire and love you."

I knew where exactly he got that from. This was the iconic line with which Mr Darcy finally declared his love for Elizabeth in Pride and prejudice. I would know; even if anyone else didn't. "Let me guess, Marcus, you had to cram that, didn't you?" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Obviously, cause I knew this human didn't possess even a freckle of affection in his dark dark heart.

How dare he? After all that he's done to me?

"Do you remember all the things you did to me? All the hurtful things you used to say to me everyday like a fucking national anthem! Remember the day you pilfered my pen and made it seem like I lost them? Remember the day with the baby carrots in the bleachers? Remember when you ripped up my stuff in the library? You didn't realize that all the things you did were immature and inhuman? You. Deserve. Nothing. But. Rejection! You know where to find me, now that I look gorgeous? don't you?"

My face was red from anger now.

"I-I'm really sorry, I-"He stuttered, clearly shocked at my outburst. "I didn't know what I was thinking. I was doing all those things to get your attention."

"I don't care anymore, okay?" I was getting sober now. Just a bit. "You're not my type, you'll never be. My type is someone who: 1. Cares for me. 2. Cares for me. 3. Cares for me and likes the real me, inspite of all my flaws. You never did."

Besides, my heart already belonged to someone else and nothing in this world could ever change that.

"You can't do this to me!" He panicked, his grey eyes clouding with disappointment. "You're supposed to say Yes! You're supposed to-" He lunged forward and pulled me by the waist and towards him. He smirked slightly and slowly brought his face foward that it was now just inches away from mine, lowering his full lips-

I went pale.

What in the world! This scumbag!

I pushed him away with all of my strength, that I almost became numb, and shrugged out of his hold, trying not to barf at the feel of his pathetic breath brushing my red-hot face slightly.