Oh, Marcel!

Prove It To Me

~Marcel~

Mrs.Slovak was waiting for me in my car as I walked out of the doors. Other students were shuffling to their cars, talking to their friends.

Ember was walking with Emily Alex. They stopped by Emily's green Bug and seemed to be in mid conversation about something funny. Emily slapped her thigh and bent over in laughter. Ember tucked her hair behind her ear and covered her smiling mouth with her hand.

It looks like she's made a new friend. Has she forgotten about me?

I reach my Camero and open the passenger door.

"Hi, Marcel! How was school? Those bullies weren't bugging you were they?" I threw my bag on the floor and got in.

"No, I'm fine." I muttered and waited for her to drive me home. I could still see Ember and Emily talking by her car.

"Ah, so the tall one must be Ember huh?" Mrs. Slovak gestured to the two girls.

In a moment of weakness last night, I had blabbered to Mrs. Slovak all about Ember.

"That's her."

The car slowly moved out of the parking spot.

"You know, she no good for you."

"Mrs. Slovak that's my best friend, though. I trust her with everything. It just seems so right." I could feel myself getting pissed off.

Here comes the new Marcel.

"Right, sure you can be friends. But no more." Mrs. Slovak drove home, her eyes focused on the road.

The two short blocks flew by and we were pulling into an empty driveway. Yet again my parents were gone.

I tried to change the subject.

"Where is mom and dad?"

"They are out to England. You're father is working with One Direction boys." She said and turned the key.

Again? Why is he suddenly always working for them now that they have become popular in America?

"I've made you a snack. It's your favorite, Marcel." The front door is opened and I step in. The house smelling of chocolate chip cookies.

It's amazing that she remembered that.

"Thanks. Um, would you have happened to find my phone anywhere yesterday?" I asked setting my bag on the ground.

"Ah yes. It's in the kitchen by your snacks." Mrs. Slovak nodded to me and then headed to the den to watch some tv, I suppposed.

I wonder if she's looked through my phone. I looked around in the kitchen where I was now standing. Right next to a heaping plate of fresh cookies was my phone. I snatched it off the counter and started looking for messages from Ember.

But there was none.

Hadn't she said she texted me earlier?

I scrolled through my messages looking for anything from Ember. But it was all gone.

Had Mrs. Slovak gone through and deleted them all?

Surely she wouldn't do something like that. Maybe the phone automatically clears.

The plate of cookies was calling to me, so I stuck my phone in the pocket on my vest and made my way to my room with the plate.

My bed was made and the closet door wide open. All the clothes that were on the floor were gone.

For being as old as she was, she could still do a lot in one day.

I set the cookies on my bed and tossed my phone there too. I pulled open the drawer of the dresser and looked for my sweat pants.