Transformation (Marcel FanFic)

Transformation 12

~Twelve~

"Marcel do you want a drink?" Joanna asked over the extremely loud music. Things have settled down now but I still get the occasional glance of disapproval. I don't understand why they don't like me? I mean I changed my entire attire from geeky to semi attractive. I'm wearing practically what Harry has on and my hair is in quiff formation~ What else od these people want? I have my glasses on but that's it. Nothings changed yet and I/m starting to doubt if it ever will.

"No I don't drink. Do you have water.. or juice?" She looked at me in disbelief. "I don't drink." I began to explain myself. "I don't think it's proper. The scent and taste disgust me." I simply shrugged my shoulders letting her know I wasn't interested.

"Just one! It'll make you look cool! Come on everyone's doing it." I never dealt well with peer pressure. It was unruly. I've never given in either and I am not about to. A simple shake of the head lets her know I don't plan on it.

"Peer pressure is awful! People think that if everyone is doing something then it's automatically cool. Well it isn't! Scientific study shows that the average teen consumes more alcohol when under age then they do when legal.  I don't drink nor do I smoke. I don't plan on it either. Sorry but that is something I wont do."

"Marcel don't go all nerdy on me! If you want to fit in then you have to act like everyone. How do you think these people are where they are. They throw alcohol infested parties so that people see how irresponsible their parents are so they throw parties like every weekend. This is how you move up." She handed me a red solo cup. "Drink!" She gave an encouraging smile.

"I don't know... I mean the average alcohol level is about-"

"Do you want me to help you or not? You're acting like a wuss."

"Am not."

"Then drink and let loose!" Her smile widened. I was in quite a predicament. If I drink then I would be in so much trouble. If I don't then I lose any hope of being popular... I brought the cup up to my lips and the smell penetrated my nostrils. It was a thick smell that burned. I tried everything to keep my lunch from making its way back up. The liquid made its way down my mouth to my esophagus. 

To say it wasn't painful was a flat out lie. The burning sensation made its way to my stomach making me want to regurgitate. "It wasn't that bad see! Now people are looking at you and thinking you do have some balls." She smiled and took her hand in mine. 

One Drink.

Two Drink.

Three Drink.

Four, Five, Six, Seven...

The entire night was a blur. I couldn't remember anything other than a few little glimpses. The drinks I remembered because of the massive hangover I had the next day. This is why people shouldn't have parties on a bloody Sunday night!

I don't remember much but I remember my mum yelling at me. Very disappointed she was. I don't know how, but I stumbled my way into the house and landed on the couch. I dozed off right after she yelled at me. When I woke up I was still there with a massive head ache.

"Well morning to you to sleepy head." I heard my mother call out from the chair opposite me. "Or should I say afternoon. It's already 12:30." She got up and handed me an aspirin and a cup of water.

"Isn't it Monday? Why didn't you wake me up!" I got up to fast and everything began to spin.

"Yes but you couldn't go to school like that no could you." She motioned towards me. "Marcel what has gotten into you. You've never acted like this. No nonsense, especially drinking! What's the matter with you?"

"N-Nothing. I just-it was an accident. I didn't mean to drink I'm sorry." I looked down, feeling ashamed.

"Do  you know how irresponsible that is! And on a Sunday night when you know you have school the next day! You're lucky Harry was there to bring you home! I knew you shouldn't have gone! Why did I let you? What was I thinking!" She sat back down and held her head in the hands.

"Mum-"

"No! Do not mom me! You don't understand how scared I was! Harry brought you home and you muttered nothing but incoherent nonsense! I thought you got hurt! Do you know how disappointed I am in you!" She looked me straight in the eyes as she spoke, tears threatened to escape her eyes. 

"Why don't you treat Harry like this?!"

"Excuse me?"

"Why is it if Harry goes to a party and drinks you don't get on his arse about it but when it comes to me you act as if I'm still a child!" I was astonished at how deep my voice sounded. Never in a million years would I have thought about yelling at my mother, especially for something that was my fault.

 "You are a child!"

 "I'm old enough to drink!"

 "Why are you acting like this?! Where's is my Marcel? Where's the good boy that I love and cherish?"

"He's gone. For good..." I went to the front door not bothering that I was still in the same clothes as the night prior. I left the front door wide open and didn't look back. I heard faint calls of my name, knowing it was my mother I ignored them. I walked, well, stumbled to the school. I don't care if I had a hangover I wasn't going to be held up in that house.

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