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15. Omología

I'm a year from graduating High School and I am honestly nothing more than excited.

Unedited chapters, anything that looked off: I'm sorry.

I learned a new word today: Omología !

It means confession. (as far as I know, I could be mistaken, I don't know)

Here's chapter: Aislin's 'hidden talent' and the start to something new (is it romance or kindness), and also what did Zayn say?

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Me - The 1975

"From now on, you'll have to listen to everything I say and obey to every command I give you. If you think that strangling you was the most painful one, wait until I give you an even painful punishment. Trust me princess, you wouldn't want to rebel against my orders. "

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Marcel sat down by the breakfast counter, sipping away on his cup of coffee. He stared outside the window to show the sun blaring through and birds chirping away as they fly by.

He repeated last night's words by Edward over and over again. "What was that idiot thinking?" He muttered to himself before he was interrupted by Aislin entering the kitchen. Her ginger hair was messed up and the bags under her eyes were apparent that she didn't sleep after what happened.

"Morning.." Marcel softly spoke, turning his attention away from her. She took a seat from across Marcel as she watched him attentively. "Morning... Uh, your brother went out fighting last night." She stated. "He's resting in for today."

Marcel nodded his head slowly, "I know.. I saw what happened last night." He confessed which brought shock to Aislin. "You saw... What happened?" She was almost careful with her words, almost like she wasn't sure what she heard was right.

He finally turned his head to meet eyes with her. "How do you feel about it?" He asked. Aislin's eyes widened slightly before she shifted in her seat, feeling a little uncomfortable talking about the situation.

"You have to tell me honestly, so I can help you."

Her brows furrowed in confusion. "Why do you want to help me?" She asked. "Because it's my brother we're talking about." Marcel answered. "He is capable of doing anything; even ruining your life."

Aislin frowned a little. She wondered what has gotten Marcel so grumpy and unusual from his usual state. The look on his face was apprehensive and the tone he used was offbeat. "I thought you knew that your brother isn't a bad person." She spoke softly. "He isn't a bad person." Marcel stated.

"Then why are you speaking as if he is."

Marcel became silent. He leaned back a little further as he began realizing what he was trying to do. He shook his head to get rid of the distraction and take a big sip of his coffee. "I'm sorry, maybe because I didn't get much sleep last night."

He looked away from her; feeling embarrassed. He pushed the glasses up the bridge of his nose before ruffling his bed hair. He had grown comfortable to showing Aislin his morning state, with his hair not kept tidy and was in a curly mess; just like Edward's.