Behind The Lens (A Marcel Fanfic)

Chapter 11

*Chaselyn's POV*

"Pleeaaaseeeeee!" I beg Marcel. "They already saw you at prom it's obvious now! You're definitely not the same person! The lie is over!" I tell him. I playfully pout my lower lip.

"Fine I will!" He laughs.

"Yay!" I saw excitedly, clapping my hands. I finally got him to agree to drop his nerdy image.

"What if they don't like it?" There's seems to be more concern behind his question.

"Marce, what's wrong?" I ask.

"I just....I don't want to get stuck in the same crap that I did back home." He says looking down, playing with his fingers. I put my hand on his shoulder and he looked up, his eyes locking on mine.

"You will have me. I will be here, to keep you safe. After all I fell for the boy behind the lens." I tell him, slightly blushing. A slight smile forms on his lips, showing the dimples I love.

"I will do it for you." He tells me. He leans in and plants a small kiss on my forehead before pulling me in for a hug.

"Are you really going to fight tonight?" I ask him. He sits there silently for a few minutes.

"I don't know....I guess." I bury my face in his chest, worried he will get hurt, that man looks like he could kill him! I breathe in his scent deeply, trying to calm my nerves. He brushes his hand through my hair in an effort to comfort me. He knows how upset I am about this.

"Chaselyn, Marcel!" I hear Gemma's voice as she comes knocking on my bedroom door. We pull ourselves apart just as she walks in. I glance over at the clock and so does everyone else. 6:05. I take in a breath knowing what's about to happen.

There's a sudden tension in the room as everyone has the same thoughts.

"I have to go Chase, I'll see you after, okay?" He cups my cheek with one of his hands and kisses my forehead.

"Be safe." I say, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice. He smiles at me before walking out of the room and out the door to his car. I hear him leave and I almost forgot Gemma was here.

"I'm so scared." I almost whisper.

"I know, he looked as if he could rip Marcel's head off!" We both sit on my bed with a worried look on our faces.

"We have to go. He can't be there alone!" I say, pulling Gemma's hand as we run out to her car. She pulls out and begins to drive in the same direction Madcel did. Neither of us really know the exact location, so we drive toward the city in a desperate attempt to catch up to him.

*Marcel's POV*

I grip the steering wheel as I drive towards the boxing gym.

"Be safe." I hear Chaselyn's words repeat in my mind. I was nervous, but I train all the time. I just have to think, clear my mind of all distractions. I flip through the radio stations, hoping to forget about Chaselyn and Gemma. Hopefully their night out will distract them. I was too busy focusing on the fight that I never noticed the small white car following me there.

As I pull up I glance at the clock, 6:30. Just enough time to change and warm up. I walk into the locker room and everyone just glances.

"Good luck." My friend Jason says, patting my back, forcing a small grin. This guy I was about to fight seemed dangerous, but I didn't know to what extent. After my warm up I hear everyone at the ring, anxiously waiting for the fight. I saw Mark and Jason standing towards the back of the crowd. I walked into the ring, just as my competitor did.

"You got this Justin!" I hear people yell. "I'm going to kill you Styles." He says through gritted teeth. We walk to the center and for the first round I hit him square in the jaw and he hits my shoulder.

As we begin the second round, I saw them. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Gemma and Chaselyn walk in with a terrified look on their faces. Then I felt the pain, tasted the blood. I let my guard down for a minute. I stumbled back into the side of the ring and Justin laughs. I look up at them with my face in shock. Gemma had thrown her hands up to her mouth and Chaselyn was pushing furiously through the crowd to reach me.

"MARCEL MARCEL!" She cried. Justin turned around to see her running toward the ring. Mark and Jason noticed her and ran over to her, pulling her away. Justin looked over my with a smug look on his face.

As we started round 3 he had me pinned on the ground, his face inches from mine.

"She's a pretty one isn't she?" He smugly said. "When I'm finished with you, I can only begin to imagine the things I'll do with her." Images of him touching her flooded my mind, filling me with anger. I couldn't let anyone touch her.

I threw him off of me, using all of strength to pin him under me. I began to punch him everywhere I could. "Don't...you...touch....her!" I said through gritted teeth in between punches. I was winning as he haven weaker beneath me. I would stop at nothing to keep him away from Chaselyn.

"Marcel stop you're going to kill him!" Mark yells as he peels me off of Justin. He is lying there weak, bruised, and bloody, obviously trying to recover from the beating I gave him. I spat next to him, "Don't you or you're sister come near us every again or I will have to fight you again!"

After changing I walk outside to find Gemma holding Chaselyn as she sobbed.

*Chaselyn's POV*

"Chase, are you okay love?" I hear his raspy accent say.

"Marcel!" I leave Gemma's arms and run into his. "I thought he was going to kill you! I say, holding him close.

"Ow I'm sore Chase." He winced under my tight grip. A cut in his lip and a bruised eye littered his face.

"Oh my...are you okay?" I said gently stroking his cheek.

"I'll be fine." He said, forcing a smile. "Now come on let's go back to my place. We all drove back in the cars we came in.

"How did you find me?" He asked as I tended to his wounds.

"We found you on the freeway and followed you there." I say, slightly embarrassed that we had to stalk him. He smirks before a frown plays across his face.

"I'm sorry you had to see that. You distracted me and he found my weak spot. He threatened to do things to you and I beat him up pretty bad after Jason took you outside. There was no way I was letting that jerk anywhere towards you!" He seemed upset at the thought of Justin touching me. I lifted his chin so his eyes were level with mine.

"Thank you for protecting me." I say before leaning in to kiss his wounded lips softly. We were stopped when Gemma walked into the kitchen.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" She says blushing. "Um Leeory is here, I think he wants to see you Chaselyn." She said before walking back out to living room where

I heard Leeroy and Louis talking.

"Why is he here?" Marcel asked.

"I don't know..." I replied. Why is he here?