Pleasing

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Might be confusing for the past few mess up of chapters!

JENNIFER POV

1 day later.

"Who is planning the funeral?" I ask looking around. "Who will be coming? Should I go? Are you not going?" I ask even more.

Everybody stared at me.

"Is-is there no funeral?" I whisper looking at Marcel. He chuckles at me with amusement. His shoulder bandaged up. "No funeral." Was all that came out. His father was officially dead.

I ignored Marcel all last night. I sat silently in front of him with tears coming out of my eyes. I watched the nurses patch him up. He don't flinch, he didn't care that he got shot. He didn't care!

He didn't care that he could've died.

But, throughout the night Marcel would wipe my tears and reassure me that he was in fact real and not dead.

He would kiss my temple and made sure the lights were off, the fan on high. My migraine was strong as his own hold to an enemy. He had me so stressed. Still so stressed!

10 hours earlier.

Marcels body laid on the pavement... a gun shot to his chest. Almost hitting his heart. A stab wound on his shoulder blade. He just laid there lifeless.

He had the whole cuts and bruises but none of that was new. My fingertips press to his neck feeling no heartbeat. Nothing.

"Oh my god!" I sob out feeling myself get pulled away. If it wasn't for the stupid electric shock to the chest, twice, he would still be dead.

5 hours earlier.

"I... I can't believe you!" I scream with anger. Marcel just stood there letting me hit his lower chest. "I lost you for-for... oh my god." I sob. My chest aches with pain. With relief. But that tension inside me was still there.

"How could you just walk out there? How could you? Without even... we didn't even get to say goodbye! You were dead!" My legs give out slowly causing both of us to hit the ground.

Marcel didn't say anything causing me to get even more angry. He kept telling me he was fine before hand but he wasn't. I knew he wasn't. He killed his father.

God, it's like the guardians of the galaxy. Volume 2 though. Peter had the right to kill his father for killing his mother... maybe he didn't care that his father was officially dead. But he killed him.. doesn't that do something to his head? Maybe it's just like the movie.

Present time.

I flicker back to the group and nod silently. "Well.. glad everyone is okay! Me and zenday kind of made plans. We need to go... wash our cars." Jazmine sits up quickly grabbing Zendays hand. Jazmine had given Marcel a sit down for his thoughtlessness actions.

Zenday gives me a look making me remember something.

"Weird." I whisper looking at Vinny. "Lesbian things." He nods confidently. "You would have no clue, so don't worry." As he stares at my confused face. "Says you." I roll my eyes. He just chuckles and grabs Amanuel arm. "We need to celebrate with Tavante." They wave goodbye as we stay sat on the couch.
"We will come back with ice cream!" Amanuel sends me a sweet smile causing me to giggle.

"Still ignoring me?" Marcel asks and I nod. "You scared me. So much. I don't think you understand." I mumble fidgeting with his rings. "I don't. And I never will princess. But help me get a gist of it." He squeezes my hand. "I need you. And when I lost you for the 3 hours I was crushed. My heart and chest ached with physical pain. I didn't have you. I couldn't have you! I needed you... but you were gone." I whisper. My throat hurts once done. "I'm not leaving anytime soon. I hope you know that." Marcel says in my ear.

I thought that. But I didn't know that. He didn't know. We just hoped.

"I hate you." I whisper looking away. "And I love you baby girl." He responds. "No! No you don't. Because if you did you wouldn't have left just like that." I push him away but he easily pulled me back in. "I had no choice." He says with a strained tone. Holding back his anger with me.

"I hate you. I hate you, I hate you. I hate you!" I cry out. But Marcel doesn't respond letting me sob into his chest. "You hate me, Chaton?" He asks and I nod.

"Are you sure?" Marcel asks again and I groan looking up at him. "No of course not... I hate what you did though. I hate last night. I hate how you thought last night!" I groan. "Jennifer..." he coos at me pressing a kiss to my temple. My head hurt and I could feel the ache in my eye. Another migraine. Again.

"I'm sorry that I worried you." Marcel says lifting my head up to look at me. "I never meant to make you feel that way. But he would've killed you if I didn't walk out." He explains wrapping his arms around my waist. I just sigh and do another 4,7,8 breathing. "I'm just glad you're here." I whisper.

Marcel presses my hand to his pulse. Letting me feel the beat I didn't feel several hours ago. The beats I craved to feel on my fingertips. I love that.

"I love that. I love hearing your heart beat. I love knowing that... you're still here with me. I have you." I whisper looking at him. His gaze softened as I expressed the fondness I had from the small action he had made. I pressed my lips to his quickly loving every second of it.

Love love love.

"I love all of you." I mumble against his lips and he smirks grabbing my waist. His kisses got more intense and his hands groped my body making me whimper. He almost always grabbed.

"Zenday wants me to-to go out Saturday." I breathed out mid kiss. Marcel was about to kiss me again but he paused. I knew that what just happened caused fear in both of us. But, I needed to see all my school friends. I needed to live the life I had before him. Or at least get back into a routine.

"Party?" He asked tilting his head, I gulp. "Yes." I whisper. "Just-I... we wanted to hang out. Like we used to. It's her birthday." I clear my throat. He softens his gaze and nods slowly. "What time?" Marcel asks and I shrug. "I'm not sure." I look away.
I've been on a hunt for a birthday present for weeks. It's freaking Thursday and I needed to find something soon. Marcel picks me up and walks to his bedroom.

"Do you-do you guys celebrate birthdays?" I ask knowing his birthday is in the winter. Just a season away. He shakes his head as I sit on the bed. Marcel slides his shirt off showing his muscled back.

I just innocently watch him do his nightly routine making me crumble. He is so manly.

As he walks out looking for something his V-line peaks out making me melt. My back bubbles with goosebumps. He finally found- "You are using my conditioner!" I sit up with attitude.

"Why-I- no. You can- that's 12 dollars right there!" I stomp my foot with disbelief. He just stares at me while running it through his hair. "How dare you..." I mumble. "Baby girl. This is mine." He says. My eyes widen, oops.

"Oh- oh! Um... I'm-I'm sorry. I- you didn't- never mind." I sit back in the bed ashamed. My face flushed with embarrassment. Marcel silently sighed as I see his chest rise and slowly fall back down. He slides his rings off and applies some good smelling lotion. Clean.

"You stare a lot darling." Marcel chuckles without looking at me. "You look good... and your routine is interesting." I smile. Nothing was said. Just a small smile appearing on his face. "Adorable." Was all he said, biting his lip.

I bite my tongue watching Marcel walk to the bed. "I know that look." He says sitting down. "What look?" I ask innocently. Seriously though. What look?

"The "fuck me" look." He jokingly says making me gape at him. A low laugh comes out from him. "That's-that's so inappropriate!" I gasp. "What you're thinking is inappropriate, my love." Marcel speaks.

I cross my arms with heat on my face. I walk to turn the light off to get some space from us. Just for a few seconds. Compose myself.. I turn the lights out.
Once in bed Marcel wrapped his arms around me. "Was I right?" He asks in my ear. Yes. I don't respond.

His hand lands on my butt making me groan from the sting. "Yes.Y-yes okay." I huff out making him hum..