Everything I Could Ever Wish For (A Marcel Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Two: What Happened Marcel?

Chapter Two: What Happened Marcel?

 I woke up, still numb from the night before. I decided not to let anyone notice. I washed up and got dressed. A black tank top under a grey hoodie, skinny jeans, and red Converse. I straightened my hair today because I actually looked kind of pretty with straight hair. One thing about me: I do NOT wear make up. I look like a clown whenever I wear it.

I walked to school today because I finished early. When I got there, there were few people there. I couldn't help but search for Marcel. Wat happened? He doesn't seem like the type to stand people up. I walked around the whole school searching for him. I was about to give up but I heard a whimper. I waited to hear it again and I discovered it was coming from a locker. I knocked on it and someone inside whimpered louder. 

"Who's in there? What's your combination I can get you out." I started to get worried. Who would do this ON THE SECOND DAY OF SCHOOL?! Ugh it's horrible.

"C-Crystal? *sniffle* It's M-Marcel..."  

"MARCEL?!?! WHO DID THIS TO YOU?! I SWEAR I WILL BEAT THE LIVING CRAP OUT OF THEM!! What's your combination?" I swear I will kill whoever did this.

"I-it's 10-4-15." 

I opened the locker to see Marcel with broken glasses, messed up hair, and a black eye. His clothes were also kind of ripped. His shirt was unbuttoned and his pants were higher than usual. They must've given him a wedgie...

I helped him out of the locker and engulfed him into a hug.

"Marcel who did this to you?" I was so worried for Marcel, even though he stood me up.

"His name is... Edward. Edward Styles. My.... brother.' He looked sadly looked down. I was furious. How could his own brother do this to him?! 

"Tell me where he is. I WILL beat the crap out of him. You don't deserve this Marcel. Where is he?!"

"He's in the band room I believe..." He removed his broken glasses and put them in his pocket. We walked to the band room and I told him to wait outside. I entered the room and what I saw was... not what I expected. A curly haired boy with dark green eyes. He had what seemed like a million tattoos. He just stared at me like I was some kind of freak.

"YOU JERK! HOW COULD YOU BEAT UP YOUR OWN BROTHER?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU ARE PATHETIC. I HATE YOU!!" I ran up to him and slapped him across the face. He grabbed my hand and said,

"Love, don't mess with me." He stared into my eyes and I headbutted him.

"Don't you even dare call me "love" you jerk. You disgust me." I then punched him in the nose and blood gushed out. I walked out and Marcel looked scared. He must've watched through the mirror. Crap.

"Please tell me you didn't see that." I looked down and almost started crying. I didn't want him to see me like this.

"Crystal, why did you do it?"

"Why? Because I needed vengeance. You don't deserve to get beaten up by your own brother. It's wrong. He needed to be taught a lesson." It's true. Every single word. 

"Thank you Crystal.... but that's not what I meant. Why did you ask to be friends with me?"

Why did I become friends with him? I just.... He looked like a nice person. He wasn't bad looking either. To me anyway. I guess I became friends with him because he seemed to be a nice person.

"Because you seemed to be a great, wonderful person Marcel. I will always be here for you. I am now officially your best friend. Okay?" I hugged him tightly and I think I heard him mumble "okay".

"School doesn't start for another 30 minutes whadda you want to do?" I asked him. School was kind of interesting when it wasn't in session. Also, I discovered my history teacher's name is Ms.Dodds. Strange. She has the same name as the teacher who turned into a creature from the underworld in Percy Jackson... 

"I don't know..." He seemed deep in thought. Oh well. I have to ask him why he didn't go to the library yesterday.

"Why didn't you go to the library yesterday Marcel?" I was kind of afraid of the answer. I don't know why.

"Oh... um.. I-I um... was kind of..." 

"What? It's okay you can tell me."

"I...... didn't think you would show up. So I didn't go. I-I'm really sorry."

Oh. Does this happen often with him? I kind of feel like he was lying.... Would he lie to me?

Then I heard it... footsteps. They grew louder and louder until they stopped and I could feel someone breathing down my neck. I turned around, but before I got the chance to recognize the creep, I blacked out. 

A/N hey! second chapter!! I hope you enjoyed it!! Who do you think it was? haha you'll never guess. probably. idek. anyway, love you!! sorry it was kind of short :/