Ghost Whisperer//MARCEL FANFIC **ON HOLD**

Part 27

Last part of Payneful.

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I awoke the next morning, something aching at my neck. Something I couldn't brush off. I get out of my bed and into my bathroom and turn on the lights. My hair was still waving from yesterday's shower.

Although, that wasn't what caught my attention the most, I checked my aching neck to only find a blue like bruise below my chin. Holy crap. It's a hicky.

"A hicky? No no no no no. Not a great a sign" I whisper to myself.

I left my bathroom only to return with my make-up bag that I hardly even use. I take out foundation and lightly pat the spongy thingy onto my worst nightmare. I make sure to apply as much as I can so I get to look like how I was before.

"Dammit Zayn..." I curse under my breath. I was already having second thoughts about dating him.

He gave me a bunch of reasons to not date. One of them was how he almost had the urge to punch me, but I was happy Marcel stopped him before he could. I mean who the hell wants to date an abusive ass. Although I also count this to be one of my many traits: chances.

I loved taking risks and how do I know that? Because I deal with ghost most of the time, even when I was little. I always had the temptation to be a little risky of things. I mean i wasn't always good but I also ain't half bad. Just a little inbetween.

So I gather so much foundation and made sure it was invisible. But I remind myself to leave my hair down, just in case.

For a while now i have manage to get dressed and put on my happiest face. I looked at myself in the mirror, total fail. Although who can blame me? It's school.

I also made sure to keep quiet about Zayn and I. I didn't want to get caught up with Marcel who'll probably get mad at me for kissing the guy. And I really hope somehow I can give myself some advice and figure out what the hell I should do with Zayn.

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Most definitely I could see Zayn staring at me from across our table where Marcel, Louis and i were sitting at lunch.

I hid my face most of the time and try not to make eye contact with him. He was freaking annoying me so far.

"Go screw yourself, Angelina Joline is a babe" I hear Louis rant.

"Yeah, sure okay but have you seen Kate Winslet? She has talent and talent is whats all about" Marcel argues back.

I hear Louis chuckle, "dude, you got a thing for blondes don't you?"

That grabs my attention as I stop looking over Zayn and focus on their conversation. Marcel was quiet for a little bit until he said, "specifically speaking I don't have a type Louis. Any girl would be fine, if they made me laugh a lot that would be great also" I could see his cheeky grin light up. I smile.

"Man, don't get all cute and cuddly now, makes my skin crawl" Louis pretends to have the chills, "-and Marilyn who do you think is the hottest? Angelina or Kate?" He tells me.

I furrowed my eyebrows , unsure how to answer that. He notices my expression and sighs. "Okay...who would you turn lesbian for?"

I turn to Marcel as he shakes his head at Louis.
"Uh, probably .... Angelina?" I can't believe I just said that.

Next then you know I see Louis raise his fist in the air screaming yes. Marcel looks at me in disappointment and groans no. I begin to laugh how idiotic they were for being so childish.