Marcel and Me

Chapter 8

***Stephanie's POV***

Finally, fourth period is starting. Fourth period is my favorite because it's the only time I get to go outside. In P.E. I can actually play sports. I love sports. Except the only one I'm actually good at is soccer. I've been playing since pre-school! Today I was the only girl playing soccer as usual. Stealing the ball from the guys made them gasp. I hate when guys think girls can't do the same as them. [A/N omg this is such a rant sorry] As I make a goal, Brad is on his way over. "Hey babe." He bites his lips and pulls me in for a hug as he touches my ass. He sends shivers down my spine. He's such a creep.

"What do you want?"

"Oh you know what I want. Let's talk about it." He walks me over behind the portables with his friends trailing behind him. He has an evil smirk on his face as he leans in for a kiss.

"What the fuck?! I'm not gonna kiss you!"

"Yes you will."

"No! Never!"

"Get her!" He ordered to his pathetic friends.

***Marcel's POV***

I trudged along the field with my head low. The jocks just shoved me in a locker...again. The only person that helped me was the janitor. J need to go somewhere to cry. I turn the corner to go behind the portables and I see Michael, Randy, Brad and Stephanie. What are they doing? Are they beating her up? Michael and Randy are holding her arms and Brad pulls down the zipper from his pants. Oh my god! She's being raped! I have to help her!

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"Marcel? Marcel?" I hear a faint voice becoming louder until it's perfectly clear.

"What?" I whisper, barely opening my eyes. I sit up and look around. I see Stephanie sitting on my bed in front of me.

"Oh thank god."

"W-what happened? Are y-you okay?"

"Of course I'm okay! You saved me! You beat them up!"

"What h-how?"

"You beat the shit out of them!"

"R-really?"

"Yes...thank you." She looked down and her cheeks flushed red. She looked up at me. Her blue eyes lighter than the winter sky. Her soft blonde hair cascading down her shoulders perfectly. Her lips a light pink. Perfect and plump. Everything about her is perfect. "Hello? Marcel?"

"Oh uh your w-welcome." She flashed me a smile. I saw her bright white teeth. They were perfectly aligned.

***Stephanie's POV***

Marcel's cheeks were tinted pink as he stared into my eyes. His eyes were a piercing green. Even more so then when he was looking in the window. "Was that you in the window?"

"Uh w-what?"

"The first day I moved in, was it you looking through the blinds?"

"Y-yes. Sorry about th-that." I giggled at his stuttering. It was adorable.

"It's ok Marcel. It's not a bad thing. It's not like you were staring at me like I was a stripper." A tear rolled down my cheek as I thought of Brad.

"Don't cry Stephanie. I'm here for you. I always will be." I laid down next to him and rested my head on his chest. He hugged me and I stiffened, remembering how Brad hugged me. I quickly relaxed as I felt Marcel's warmth. I curled up in the sheets as he comforted me. I felt safe in his arms. As if the world was too distant to touch. I felt as if we were the only ones in the world. He was the only one I could talk to. I fell deeply asleep in his arms. He was perfect.

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Omg Marcel gives me the feels :3

Asdfghjkl...this is what he does to me.

Fuck you Marcel. I love you omg.

[RANT OVER]