I looked around quickly scanning the parking lot. I saw my small red car on the other side of the lot. I looked at Marcel. His features were different.
He had a large cut above his eyebrow and his jaw was bruised up and I only assumed his back would be bruised from David throwing him into the locker. I sighed.
"Marcel, I want you to wait here, I'm going to pull my car up instead of making you walk," I whispered.
He nodded tiredly.
While I walked threw the lot I thought about David. Why would I let David into my life. If me and David were never dating and we were both single Marcel would never have gotten hurt. My throat got dry and I felt like I was going to cry for Marcel. I shook it off as I got to my car.
"Please start, please start," I whispered trying to get the engine to start. After a few minutes the engine roared to life. I pulled around to the sidewalk were Marcel sat. He looked so alone it hurt.
"You don't have to-" he started but I cut him off.
"Marcel, Please let me," I looked at him and he nodded.
Once we were in the car it got really quite. His head leaned against the window and his eyes were shut. I tried to keep my eyes on the road and Marcel until we were finally at my house.
"You can just drive me home if you want," He said starring at me.
I bit my lip. "No, Come in," I said smiling a bit.
He actually smiled back a little.
Inside, I brought him to the kitchen and had him sit at the table while I went to get something for his cuts and some kind of pain reliever.
"Tylenol, or," I glanced at the medicine cabinet "Advil?" I yelled through the big empty house. I wasn't sure what to give him.
"Tylenol is fine," he called back.
I grabbed the Tylenol and made my way back to the kitchen. I poured him a glass of water and gave him the pill.
"Thanks," he tossed the pill in his mouth and took a sip of water. I sat at the table. "Marcel, I-I'm really sorry for what David did, I know it might not mean much but I wish I could of made him stop and," I looked up. Marcel was staring at me. I noticed my eyes were watering and my voice was hoarse. I grabbed the water on the table and took a sip. I stared back at him.
I didn't notice, but he had beautiful green eyes. And his face was very masculine, his jawline was perfect. If people really looked at him he was handsome.
"Skye, It's okay, really, I kind of expect it, I mean nobody likes me at all a-"
"I like you," I blurted out. I blushed scarlet and looked down. Marcel laughed, I swear it was the most angelic thing, his perfect teeth showed and his dimples popped with his smile.
"Thanks Skye" He smiled again. I was about to speak when my phone rang. I pulled it out of my bag and looked at who was calling. David. I glanced up at Marcel. he was playing with a stray piece of fabric on his vest. "Marcel wait one second let me answer this," I got up and walked out into the living room and sat at the window seat.
"What?" I answered coldly.
"Jesus Skye, what is your problem your being a real brat lately," I could practically hear him rolling his eyes.
"My problem? You wanna know what my problem is?" I paused. "My problem is you David, What did Marcel do wrong? He's been nothing but sweet and you step in and basically trash his face." My voice raised a bit higher, "And if you think I'm putting up with it anymore your wrong."
I waited. And there was a long pause. Did he hang up? And then he spoke. "The little prick is there isn't he?" His voice was dark and it scared me because I knew this tone.
"W-What? No."
"Don't lie to me, I'm coming over," He said angrily.
"David, Don't," I warned. "
"Or what?" He challenged.
"I'll brake up with you." I spit back.
Complete silence.
"I know you Skye, you couldn't do that, you love me and you know it, no other guy would date you even if you did break up with me because they know I would go after them."
I took a deep breath and stopped. "If you want to do it that way, fine. David. I'm done, we are done."
Before I hung up, he spoke "Tell your friend Marcel that things are only going to get a hell lot worse, for both of you,"
