I sat crossing my legs in front of the tv that morning with a bowl of fruit loops. I was getting involved in an episode of dance moms when I heard the front door open.
Mom. I rolled my eyes. I felt it coming. "Skye?! Skye honey are you awake?"
"Are you here?" She didn't used to be like this until David nearly killed me leaving me in the hospital in almost critical condition. So my mom had gotten very over protective.
"Mom I'm here calm down," I said annoyed as she came running in to check on me with groceries in her hands.
She sighed relieved. I took my dish into the kitchen and dropped it in the sink. "So what are you doing today?" She asked calming down.
"Um, I don't know, maybe I will go visit Marcel," I said helping put the groceries away. My mother glared.
She thought the whole reason I got hurt was Marcel dating me and it made me really angry how she through it on him.
"I already know you dont like him mum," I muttered leaving the room.
"Skye, your always trying to make me the bad guy," she babbled on while I went up stair rolling my eyes and mocking her.
I changed quickly throwing a blue romper on and kicking on some flip flops. I left my hair in a sloppy bun and quickly put my make up.
I went down stairs. "Going to Marcel's bye," I sprinted out the door before she could protest. I quickly jumped in the car and drove. It was only 11:30 and I had a feeling he might be asleep so I decided to do a quick coffee run.
I grabbed an sweet ice tea at Dunkin donuts for me and I got coffee for Marcel, I drove up to his house finally driving up the driveway.
I walked up to the door balancing the cups in my hands. I knocked awkwardly while holding my tea.
Marcel opened the door holding the phone between his ear and shoulder, he looked a bit flustered. He rushed me inside walking upstairs I followed him.
"Yes I got it, should be up in my room hang on," we got to his room I put TE cups down on the bedside table and layed down on his bed tiredly.
Marcel was digging threw some folder with papers mumbling to himself. "Er..yes! Right here," there was a pause. "Yeah I'll be there,"
Another pause. "Well what do I do with her?" Be spoke quietly leaving the room.
I say up. Where they talking about me?
"We'll I can tell her or.." Another long pause.
"That's probably best," I waited getting impatient. "Thanks" he finally hung up.
"What was that about?" I asked sitting in his bed awkwardly.
"Well I have to go somewere.." I could tell I wasn't aloud to know.
"Where?" I asked standing up trying to see the paper he held in his hands. "It's just an interview.." He muttered folding the sheet neatly into his pocket.
"College interview?" I asked.
He sighed. "Yes but I will be back in around three days." College interviews did not take three days, but I dropped it, there was obviously something he didn't want me to know. I would just have to find out myself.
"What?" He asked. He saw me thinking. "Um nothing, I brought you a coffee," I said handing him his cup.
"Thank you," he kissed me on the cheek.
"So when are you leaving?" I asked following him downstairs. "I'm going to head out at about three," he said.
"Im going to go put some things in a bag to take, wait here okay?" He asked I could tell when Marcel was nervous and it was shown on his face.
"Okay," I muttered walking into his living room. He treated me like a child half the time. I went over to a book lying on the coffee table in front of the large couch. I picked it up. I opened it. It looked like a journal. I saw my name twice and flipping threw I saw songs and writing. It was really good.
"What are you doing?" Marcel asked, I hadn't heard him come downstairs again. I threw the book on the table.
"I was just-"
"Were you looking in that?" He asked his eyes searching mine.
I nodded looking down. He picked it up and threw it in his duffle bag.
"I have to leave now, um, the college said they had an opening for an earlier interview," I heard him from the front hall.
I walked into the front hall and wrapped my arms around him, "Hurry back," I leaned up kissing him softly on the lips, his lingered on my for a while longer, he kissed my jaw and then put another kiss on my scar that drew down my collarbone from David, I laughed when he kissed my jaw another time before going back to my lips.
I loved when he did that because I knew I was the only one. I was lucky to have Marcel.
"I have to go," he laughed heading towards the door. "Okay, You can go I have to run up and grab my tea, I love you," I smiled. He gave me his dimples smile and left.
I had purposely left me tea in his room so I could go back to investigate. I knew he had something in that folder and he was keeping secrets. I watched out his bedroom window as he pulled out and went down the driveway.
I breathed relieved. I quickly looked through his to clean desk (he was a bit OCD when it came to organizing work) but I found the file he had out.
I opened it. I felt my stomach drop and my face flush. This wasn't college. This wasn't even close.
The papers were things involving everything Marcel couldn't possibly do. There was physical training there was a drinking and driving report under his name, there were reports about fights. It was to much. This was a mistake.
I sat on the floor the folder beside me. It's not his, I told myself. But his name was on it. Marcel was a cute geeky guy this made no sense.
I grabbed my phone. Calling Marcel.
"Hello?" He asked.
"Marcel?" I asked gulping. There was a pause.
"Where are you really going?"
