"You fucking kissed me in front of everyone!" Jungkook snapped, his eyes flashing with anger.
"Yes, and?" she shot back.
"The picture of you forcing your kiss upon me is all over the fucking internet! This has been a fucking scandal for fuck's sake...
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-Chapter Twenty Nine- Do you find flaws in me as well, Jungkook?
The movie was nothing short of sickening. Marcella found herself clutching Finn's arm repeatedly, burying her face into his side whenever the killer made another horrifying move.
She had never expected a film to be this disturbing; the way the killer executed his gruesome acts was beyond anything she had ever seen.
Yet, all her fear faded when Finn took her hand, squeezing it gently to keep her calm. At this point, Marcella preferred watching Finn's handsome face rather than the disturbing scenes unfolding on the screen.
When the movie finally ended, Scott rushed out in a hurry. He had a stern demeanor, often signifying the serious older brother role. His moments of happiness were rare, making his smiles feel even more precious when they occurred.
Meanwhile, Melody was busy waiting for Noah's call, eager to find out if he was finished with his movie. He chose not to watch a movie with them because he didn't like Kenzie's brothers ruining his mood.
She wished he could see beyond the materialistic pride that had clouded their family's judgment, especially when it came to Kenzie and her loved ones.
"Marcella," Finn called as they walked out of the cinema.
She stopped, turning around to face him, her smile never leaving her lips. After he had held her hand, that grin remained plastered across her face.
Her smile was beautiful, and there was no doubt about that.
"Yes, Finn?" she replied with a dreamy sigh, her eyes sparkling.
Finn glanced behind her and noticed Scott shooting him a warning glare as he made his way toward the parking area where their car was parked.
Looking at Marcella, one would never guess she was only fifteen; she looked more like an eighteen-year-old. Finn couldn't help but wish she really were of age.
"Is it that you're planning for that Tangled movie together, which is why there's such an awkward long pause?" she asked after a long silence.
"Umm... actually, Marcella," Finn mumbled, struggling to find the right words.
"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Mari or Cella?" she whined, playfully tugging at the edge of his sleeve. "I send you cheesy pickup lines every night on Insta... at this point, I deserve to be called Cella!"
Finn carefully removed her hand from his shirt. "You should know that I'm older than you. You should approach boys your age," he began, but Marcella cut him off.
"But it's only a three-year difference!" she argued, folding her arms and furrowing her eyebrows.
"Well, three years is still a lot," he countered, trying to maintain his position.
