One Look (A Marcel Styles fanfic)

Chapter Tweleve - Party Pooper

Veronica's POV

We were at my house after the dramatic scene that happened at the mall.

Brooklyn had been laying on the couch for the past hour, crying and sobbing over the kiss.

I feel so bad for her. She loved Marcel but right now, I think she changed her mind, for good.

Me and Perrie where trying to cheer her up with ice cream so that she'll be ready for Christy's party tomorrow. We decided to have a sleepover to make up a plan since El lost all our trust, especially Brooklyn's.

I checked my iPhone for the time and saw a text appear. It was from Eleanor.

From: Eleanor ):

Hey

I ignored El's text. I didn't want to address this fight any further. I wasn't ready to talk to El right now.

Brooklyn's POV

HOW COULD SHE DO THIS?!

I thought she was my friend, my best friend...

I was now trying to get over Marcel not succeeding very well... I hope Eleanor's happy that she broke our friendship

I need to get over these two and be happy myself since they have each other now... Brooklyn forget about them

I'm sure Eleanor will be at the party with Marcel... I'm such a loser for thinking that a dork would choose me over Eleanor, a super fit model... El was always the first pick in every subject, I was last...

I have to prove them that I'm worthy of being as pretty as Eleanor. I'm worthy to have anybody that I wanted I just needed to know the real them...

At the party I'm going to show both of them and everyone that I'm worth it! I'm going to show them that I can be picked first. May the odds be in my favour...

~*~*~*

{Tomorrow: Day of the party}

Eleanor's POV

I'm freaking out right now! My date for the party is of course Marcel... If it wasn't, Perrie would've told everyone about the kiss anyway since she's a bigmouth...

Did I just say that about my own friend?...

What kind of friend am I?...

I need to get them out of my head and try to get their forgiveness. I just need a shoulder to lean on or preferably three...

For the party I just decided on wearing a simple black strapless dress with little beads at the bottom, black gladiator sandals and a black owl necklace. Under all of that, I'm wearing a black bikini.

I walked over to Marcel's house and knocked on the door. I waited a while before a tall boy with curls opened it.

He was wearing a black v-neck shirt and black skinny jeans. Why wasn't he wearing his swimsuit?

"I'll change at the party"

"Ok"

We walked to my car and buckled in our seatbelts. I was just scared about everybody's reaction, especially my 'friends'...

I turned on the radio and a certain song came on. It was Starships by Nicki Minaj! Ooh this is my jam!

I started dancing in my seat, looking like a freak not giving a crap of what people think.

Marcel looked at me amused by my random dancing.

"You're a good dancer" he chuckled

"Why, thank you kind sir" I said bowing down before I started the car.