Transformation (Marcel FanFic)

Transformation 17

Not edited! Had to do it on my phone. My computers acting up.

~Seventeen~

Part One

Amie left without letting me press the subject. All I know is that whatever I did, it was on the internet, which is never good. No one thinks twice before posting things, and that's what scares me. If they posted whatever I did to her, then she'll never live it down.

Stop thinking and get to the computer! My belligerent self-conscious spoke.

I ransacked my room until I finally found what I misplaced. I turned the screen on and typed my email address into Facebook. I mean of course it had to be there, that's where everyone post random sh-, stuff.

I logged on and scanned my timeline, not bothering to check my notifications, when in all actuality I should have checked there first.I clicked the little world icon and sure enough there it was. A video I was tagged in. I clicked on it and waited until it buffered. I was nervous to say the least. I was about to find out why everyone important in my life was mad at me.

"Breath Marcel, Breath." I repeated. I stayed as calm as I could as I watched the horrible video.

The video quality was awful, but I was able to interpret what was happening. The cameraman- whoever it was- couldn't keep the lens straight, so I would occasionally see people's feet, but I didn't care. All I cared about was what I did to my best friend.

"Marcel! Marcel! Marcel!" people chanted my name as I flipped myself upside down and balanced myself on a keg. After a few gulps of the liquor, they took me off. I stumbled to the kitchen table where a group of girls were dancing.

They saw me and giggled, while they pulled me into them."Dang Marcel has game!" Someone yelled from behind the camera. I groped one of the girls and she just threw her head back onto my chest. The video consisted of continuous dancing, groping, snogging (not me of course) and more naughty things until it finally came to that point.

"Marcel?" Amie came into view. I stumbled over to her with blood shot eyes. I tripped once I got to her, but luckily she caught me.

"You should go home. Come on I'll take you, you can't drive."

"Don't be such a buzz kill." I pulled my arm from her grip. "Who invited the loser?" I gasped at what I told her. How could I be so cruel to her? She's been by my side all the way, why would I say that?

I looked back at the screen and noticed her eyes bulge out, but she recomposed herself. "Marcel you're drunk, let's go."

"You're not my mum." I crossed me arms. Oh god, I was acting like a 5 year old. "And I'm not drunk."

I let out a little burp and then laughed. "Come on join me." I pulled her so she could follow.

"Let go!"

"Come on, just one." Her eyes began to water as she tried to escape my grip.

"Marcel stop! You're hurting me!" She clawed at my hand. "Marcel stop, come on, this isn't you." I turned to see her and the entire room staring at me.

"Hey Marcel, is this girl giving you problems?" Some buff guy with brown shaggy hair walked up to us.

"Yeah." I said without thinking. "She wants to take me home... if you know what I mean." A smirk grew on my face. I mentally slapped myself, how the hell did this happen? Why wasn't I thinking?

"Oh wow, didn't think little Miss I'm-to-good-for-you was like that." The brown haired boy said. "Are you going to let her?" It was his turn to smirk.

"I don't know. I might have to have her work for it."

Where the heck did this come from? I told myself as I continued to watch the scene in front of me play out.

"Amie, love, beg." I said while stepping closer and caressing her cheek. She turned so I wouldn't see her flushed face. I placed my fingers and brought her chin up so she was facing me. "I said beg, or I might have to make you." Her tearful eyes locked with mine.

"Please." She whispered.

"Please what?"

"Don't do this."

I brought my mouth to her ear. "Too late." I began kissing her neck. She tried to pull away, but I held her in place. She took in a sharp breath when I nipped at the skin. "You smell good."

"S-stop Marcel. People. They're staring."

"And?" I pulled away so I could see her face. "I think we should play a game don't you think?"

"YEAH!" several others cheered.

"Come on Amie, follow me."

"No." She stood her ground.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I think you should listen girly." The jock that congratulated me in school spoke up.

I watched as the jock and the brown haired boy grab her forcefully by her arms and legs.

"DO SOMETHING YOU IDIOT!" I yelled at my computer self.

"Stop! Let go! Don't touch me!" Amie screamed at the top of her lungs, but I just stood there. Joanna came from behind the camera hugging me and then leaving kisses on my lips and neck. A blank expression covered my face as I watched the two boys take Amie to the dining room table and lay her down.

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