Dangerous: A Marcel Styles Fan Fiction

12: Confessions and Wheels

12: Confessions and Wheels

   He just had to say it! Marcel had to say he loved me! It couldn’t have been anything else! Maybe if it hadn’t been said so bluntly or so soon there might have been a chance of me saying it back, but, for now, I just couldn’t find it inside of me to do so.

   The following Monday, Marcel didn’t show up for classes. I went through each class not seeing him, and walked out the front doors at the end of the day with Georgia Rose chattering at my side.

    “C’mon, what did you and Marcel do!?” she begged at my side, as she had been since lunch when, mistakenly, I’d let my phone out of my sight.

   “Nothing.”

   “V, it was sent around eight at night!” Georgia squeaked, “You and Marcel Styles did something!”

   The blonde was hovering around me like a hawk, literally sticking her nose in my face, no matter how much I denied doing anything besides hanging out with Marcel.

   But if I told her – about this last time, not the first of course – would it matter? Since the fight, Marcel had been considered different at this school, even though he didn’t bother to show up. He was no longer the lowest branch on the social food chain. I’d heard countless people whisper, “Don’t fuck with Marcel,” including Kevin. But, if he wasn’t a nerd anymore, why would anyone care if I was doing exactly that?

   “You know what,” I breathed, wheeling around to face the blonde head on, “Fine, I slept with him! Are you happy now?!”

   Georgia Rose’s hands flew up to her mouth, muffling a shriek only just a tad.  I waited, staring at her with a raised brow in complete silence until the questions hit, all jumbled together. I waited for the final statement which would make her stop entirely.

   “Wait,” she squeaked, hazel eyes wide, “Oh my God, he was your first!”

   “Yes, okay?” I snapped, “But it was probably just a onetime thing. No one needs to know.”

   No matter what I said, Georgia Rose would always feel the need to know. I permitted her to ask one question when he smile was at the point where it was so wide and pearly, another minute of holding it upon her face would likely make her explode.

   “What was it like?” she asked, “I mean sleeping with the brother of a celebrity of course – I know what sex is like.”

   “It was incredible,” I said, bluntly and emotionlessly with an eye roll highlighting my next words, “What do you think? It was sex! No strings attached!”

   She greeted my eye roll with a pleasured muse, letting me know she knew something more was up, even though there wasn’t anything more than just intercourse. The only thing I left out of this was that it happened twice, but this fact wasn’t important.

   I stared at Georgia Rose, seeing her holding her knowing grin, and watching as her arms crossed over her chest. I didn’t have to hold my defensive ground for long until the grin fell and her eyes grew. I looked over my shoulder just as the sound of a loud, purring motor entered into my ears.

   It was a man on a motorcycle pulling up in front of the school, wearing a black helmet with the little shade things attached. A dark leather jacket was over his arms and torn skinny jeans covered his bottom. Brown boots were on his feet. He stopped the bite and removed the helmet, revealing a head of brown curls. Marcel had finally showed up to school.

   “Oh,” Georgia Rose breathed, “my God.”

   Marcel’s green eyes scanned the crowd of people still standing around in their cliques, until his eyes locked on Georgia Rose and I. “Need a lift, V?” he called out to me, still speaking in the British accent he’d begun using.

   Add another syllable to that sentence, and I could have sworn Georgia Rose would have passed out. Instead she just shrieked right in my ear, and gave me to tiniest shove towards him. However, she didn’t know the half of it. Today, I was back on the clock, and all Marcel and I would be able to do was work. But, as nobody knew of me as a working woman, this pretty much blew any chance I had of keeping…whatever it was between Marcel and I secret from the school.

   I walked alone between the crowds – of course now, they were all silent and staring at me with their millions of eyes – up to Marcel. He stood beside his bike now, helmet under his arm and, once I reached him, his lips again went straight for mine.

   Marcel placed his helmet on my head with a dimpled grin and purred, “Don’t want you getting hurt.”

   “What about you?” I asked.

   He brushed my question off with a shrug and got back on the bike, motioning for me to follow. He quietly said the words, “Hold onto my waist,” and I did, tightly. With no other sounds, he brought the motorcycle back to life, and, if anyone at school didn’t know in some way, shape or form Marcel Styles liked Veronica Bleu, they did now. We sped away, heading for HJ Productions and away from a place where new rumors about this interaction would be spread.

   We arrived at the building in one piece, despite Marcel being completely reckless about his own safety. However, it was sweet of him to care about me more than himself.

   What was I thinking? Of course he cared more about me. Though it turned my stomach oddly thinking about it, I had to face the music and the fact that Marcel was in love with me.

   The remainder of the day, all through work, Georgia Rose spammed my phone. This not only pissed me off, but it pissed off Rachel as well. I eventually just gave up, fished my phone from my bag, put it on silent, and tossed it back in carelessly.

   It took a while for all of this day to hit me. Georgia Rose, one of the biggest gossip’s I knew had just found out I’d slept with Marcel much lesser that I’d lost my virginity to him. Not only that, but now Marcel was definitely dressing and acting different…and he bought a motorcycle…. How much further could he take this bad boy attitude?