Good Gone Bad

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"That was probably the best roller coaster I have ever ridden in my entire life," I boom to Marcel.

"I am surprised you found it fun, you were screaming the whole entire time. And you left fingernail marks in my palm from holding my hand so tight," he remarks playfully, showing me his hand.

I did that? I didn't even realize I was holding his hand, "Oh I'm sorry."

"No Gabby, it's okay" he puts on a warm smile, sending chills down my spine. I don't know why he is affecting me this way, but I blame it on the adrenaline of the roller coaster, "What would you like to do next my love?"

Those words again. "My love." I don't know why and I'm positive I don't want to, but every single time he says them, I just want to kiss those luscious, pink, full lips.

What am I saying? His lips aren't luscious. They're nerdy and gross and I'm just a bit dizzy. "We could play some carnival games," I try to say as nice as I can. I need to get the annoying part of me out of my head before I explode.

Walking to the aisle of games, I don't know what to say or do, and Marcel doesn't say anything either. Every single times our hands brush by each other, I just want to grab his, I just want to hold on to it. But I can't. Because the real Gabby, me, hates nerds. I'm only on this date because of a dare. And I can't back down.

"Want to play balloon darts?" Marcel asks me, taking me out of my very confusing thoughts. I nod and observe him like a science experiment. I notice he has a small stubble on his chin, not noticeable earlier. I watch the way he smiled at the man who kindly took his pass and scanned it, before handing us each three darts. I watch his lips as he slowly asks "Would you like to go first, Gabby?" The way he says my name just makes me want to kiss him until we are out of breath.

'Stop it Gabby! You do no like Marcel' I say to myself in my mind.

I shake my head, I haven't played any version of darts in over a year, "No thanks. You can go."

He shrugs his shoulders and takes one dart between his thumb and index finger. Holding it beside his ear, he moves his arm forward and let's the dart leave his hand. I watch the dart fly through the air before hearing a loud "pop" from the balloon he hit. He then shot the other two and popped two other balloons. The man asked him which stuffed animal he would like and he shook his head, "I would love for this beauty to choose. Because I'm giving it to her."

I smiled a thank you and chose the golden lab stuffed animal. When the man handed it to me, I hugged it because it reminded me of my old dog, Dexter.

"Gabby, you think you're ready to try?" Marcel asks smoothly. I noticed that ever he's talking in that deep raspy voice again. But I shake it off because I must be imagining things. I nod my head and throw the dart, completely missing the balloon I was going for.

I hide my face in embarrassment. Marcel brings his rather large hands up to mine and pulls them from my face, "Don't be embarrassed. Let me help you?" He says more as a question then a demand.

Marcel stands behind me and puts one hand on my waist, positioning me how I should be. The other hand finds the dart and puts it carefully in mine. Holding my hand on the dart, he brings our hands back to my ear just as I watched him do earlier and whispers, "just throw it straight. And when it leaves your hand, make sure your index finger is pointing at the target."

He lets go of my hand and I use his advice, only before hearing another "pop!"

"Oh thank you Marcel it really worked!" I jump up and down and hug him. Both of us surprised by my actions, I quickly let go and we stood there awkwardly.

The man running the stand stood there impatiently and mumbled quietly under his breath even though I could still hear him, "I've never seen anyone get so excited over a damn game of darts."

I knew Marcel heard him to because before I know it, Marcel is on top of the guy, punching him repeatedly. "Marcel stop! What are you doing?"

He slowly gets off the man and mumbles a quick sorry. Never in my life did I think a guy like Marcel would be pounding his fist in another man's face.

Marcel and I walk silently to another ride. When we are out of sight from the man, I blow up, "What the hell were you thinking? Why did you hit that man? He didn't do anything to you and didn't deserve that."

Marcel stops abruptly and looks at me, "He said something rude about you. I thought you'd be happy to find me defending you."

I shake my head, "You didn't need to beat the poor man up!"

He smiles sympathetically, "I know I'm sorry. It won't happen again. Do you want to ride the zipper?"

I nod and smile, happy he apologized.

When we get to the zipper, he leads me around the back and hands a girl his pass, before she lets us on and into one of the carts. I was starting to get a little nervous, "I've never rode this before. I've never even gone on any upside down ride before."

He chuckles deeply, sending vibrations through the cart. "You'll be fine, it's about to start. And if you need to, you can hold my hand again."

I softly grab his hand as the ride starts to move. Before I know it I'm screaming and my eyes are closed and I'm practically attached to Marcel. The ride abruptly stops and I thank the Lord because I didn't know how much more of this terrifying ride I could handle. When I open my eyes, we are nowhere near the ground. "Marcel. What the hell is going on?"

He just shrugs as if nothing is wrong. A loud voice booms from the speakers, "We hate to inform you, but the Zipper is having some technical difficulties. You may be stuck in there for a while. But don't worry. We will get you down before the night is over."

I groan in annoyance, "Great. Just great. We are going to be stuck up here for hours. I am not comfortable. And my old fear of heights is starting to get to me and god why do bad things always happen to me? What-"

I stop talking when Marcel has his hands cupping my cheeks. I look into his deep emerald eyes and am completely calmed. Before I put two and two together, we are both leaning in. When our lips touch I feel sparks going throughout my entire body as our lips mold perfectly together.

(A/N: so what do you guys think? How do you like the feisty Marcel? Vote, comment, and read on!)