Pleasing

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JENNIFER POV

   I quickly pack up my stuff when I get a text that Marcel was outside.

Pine tree 🌲; I'm outside.

My hands were filling my bag up quickly and I soon walk out of class. I almost trip over my shoelace seeing it's loose but whatever. I don't want to make him wait!

  I slowly yet quickly walk down the long stairs. "Jen!" I hear behind me and I see Zachery and one of his friends. "Hey." I say turning around. He's out of breathe and sighs. "I need to workout more." He lets out and I smile softly.

  "G-give this to uh.. Michelle." He sighs and slaps me paper of notes. "O-oh alright! I'll see her tomorrow morning anyways." I nod "do you have the literature arts project note pad?" He asks and I nod slipping my bag off. "Dang you guys just switch notes and that's it?" His friends asks and I laugh nodding. I slip my folder out handing him the information. "It was pretty easy." I shrug. He nods and says thanks.

  I take out my other folder and slide the notes for Michelle in it and say goodbye to them. I hold my folder and turn around seeing a tired Marcel. 2 girls were talking to him.

  I hate interrupting people! It's not very nice but I can't just stand here or it's weird. I slowly walk after shoving my folder in the bag. He rubs his temples and I frown. Are they being mean?

  I almost trip over my shoelace again but I save myself. Yes! Go Jennifer! I'm my own hero..
   Me and Marcel make eye contact and he quickly walks from the car and girls. My eyebrows furrow up and I continue walking slowly. "Hii than-" he quickly wraps his arms around my waist and dips his head into the crook of my neck. I smile and stand on my tippy toes hugging him back. "Pine tree hugs!" I giggle.

  He doesn't respond but stay like that. "O-okay Marcel.. people are staring." I whisper and he sighs. I get goosebumps feeling the same hands squeeze my waist while keeping a tight grip on me. He pulls away and looks down at my shoes. "I-oh I was about to tie-" he slowly bends down lifting my foot on his knee. "Mar- shut up." He groans before holding my calf for a second. He starts tying it and I hide my face with my hands as I feel people stare.

  Soon he gets up wraps his arm around my waist. "Who were those girls?" I ask curious. "Poubelle." He mumbles before letting me in the red car. "I-oh! It matches my outfit! L-look!" I smile pointing to my skirt. He scans it and nods slowly before running his hand through my curls with a weird expression.  He starts putting his hand on my back signaling me to get in.
(Trash)

  "So what are we doing? I mean I don't mind doing nothing. B-but it's a nice day- o-oh I've always wanted to go to this park nearby." I gasp looking out the window. "Or we could watch a movie again! But like actually watch it." I giggle from last time. "That Barbie movie was horrible." He hums before taking a turn.

I gasp and staring at him. His hair was done again and he was wearing a shirt sleeve plain white. His jeans were light washed but he was wearing black boots. "Rude." I huff but he doesn't respond. "Let's watch a comedy then." I suggest but he doesn't say anything. Maybe he's done talking for the day...

  After 5 minutes he finally speaks. "Are you hungry chaton?" He asks and I nod slowly. "Well y-yes. But I can eat at home! I-or like maybe we can make something! But I don't want to waste your food." I whisper after. "You can't waste my food. arrête de t'inquiéter, oui?" He looks at me.

(Stop worry, yes?)

  I nod slowly not understanding a thing he said. "So are we going to your house again? Will I see Vinny?" I ask quickly and he lays his head back. "Oui." He mumbles before sighing.

  I gasp and smile. "Yay! I won't um.. make a mess like last time. I didn't mean to leave the bed messy before we left! I know I should've made it but I got- stop worrying. Everything was fine. You didn't do anything wrong last time." He interrupts and I nod slowly pulling at my skirt.

   He drives into the driveway and drives into the garage. "Vi-!" I yell but Marcel covers my mouth.

  "No I'm not fucking doing that!" We hear and I slowly look at an angry Marcel. His jaw was clenched and his tight on my waist was quite harsh.

"Marcel is family to me and if you want to try and go with that dumbass plan of yours go right ahead but you.." he starts chuckling "will fail." Vin says.

   "famille ou pas, je veux les 50 000$." They growl. "nous le tuerons et récupérerons ce que nous méritons, oui ?"

( family or not I want the 50000$) (we will kill him and get back what we deserve, yes?)

He shoves me in the coat closet slamming it and I jump. I heard him walk away and soon a gun shot is hard 4 times. "Vous vous êtes échoué." Marcel voice is heard. Chairs were screeches and screams were heard.

  I was shaking. Holy shit. No way! Did he just kill someone? Why? I shrink into the closet and wipe my tears. Deep breathes. Big breathes.

   "Marcel.." I whisper not even knowing why. He just killed someone and here I am wanting him to comfort me. The door slides open and I sigh a worried vin. "No! I want Marcel." I croak out. "Come on little boss! Just come-  no.. please no. I don't want to." I whisper. He sighs walking away.

  Soon Marcel arrives and he squats down to my level. "Chaton." He hums grabbing my hands. I start crying even more and he quickly wraps his arms around me pulling me into his chest. "respire chaton. pas de larmes." He coos.

(Breathe kitten. No tears.)

  I wrap my arms around him and both of our holds tighten. "Zab.. let's go." Vin says. "tais-toi." He grumbled. (Shut up.) vin groans and shuts the kitchen door locking it. He soon walks off. My heart beat was slowing down but my tears weren't. Why?

  I don't understand myself! Why? It's horrible. I hate myself. I don't want to burden Marcel with my emotions. I've tried so hard to control them.

  He rubs my knuckles with his thumb and kisses my forehead. "I'm sorry." I whisper shaking my head. "No apologies. No tears." He responds standing me up. I nod. "amenez-les dans la salle 10 du sous-sol!" Marcel shouts. I furrow my eyebrows but Marcel guides me up the stairs. We enter his room and that fresh pine mint smell comes in.