~Eighteen~
Part Two
A blank expression covered my face as I watched the two boys take Amie to the dining room table and lay her down. I wasn't so sure what would come next. So many ideas clouded my mind that I couldn't even look away for a single second, which was probably a good Idea considering I was the cause of this. Guilt automatically washed through me as I saw the guys practically eye raping her.
“Hey Marcel.” Doug-the shaggy haired boy-called out to me. “Come here man. I want to see what you can make her do.” I noticed Amie’s eyes widen when he said that. She was scared out of her mind right now and she didn't know how to get out of this. “Marcel, any day now.” I walked closer to where they were and kept my mouth shut.
“How bout we embarrass her Marcel? What do you think?” the other boy, Preston, asked.
“I-I uhm well I-I” I stuttered repeatedly.
“Don't be such a pussy Marcel.” the crowd that was gathered around us erupted in laughter.
“Marcel, please.” Amie’s eyes were filled with tears.
“Shut up Amie.” Doug and Preston said simultaneously. Her lips quivered as I stole a glance at her. “Marcel, get over here man.” Someone in the crowd pushed me even closer to them.
My breathing was caught off as I approached her. No one laid a hand on me, and no one was in my way, but the temperature suddenly increased by 30 degrees. Cue the chaffing.
“Stand up.” Doug pressed. Amie being the smart girl she was, listened. “Now I hear that you have a crush on someone Amie.” A smirk fell onto his lips as he spoke whiles Amie’s fell. “Mind to enlighten us?” Distant murmurs were heard through the room. She looked down at her feet, her face flushing at the realization that everyone in a matter of mere seconds might know who she takes an interest to. “We're waiting.”
Again, she stayed quiet.
Doug groaned and turned to me. “Marcel you’re friends with the freak, you make her tell.” The idiot I am laughed and thought about it.
“Sure.” I answered smugly. “But first... why not get to know her a bit more.”
“Oh god no.” I thought out loud. “Please, don't. Please.”
“Amie, what size are you?” Gasp were heard around the room.
“Shoot.” “
I mean you have to be over size 10 right?” The crowd laughed, while others gasped again. I had never, ever spoken to hurt like that in my entire life. This was the alcohol talking, I just know it. I would never talk to Amie like that, never in a million years, heck, never in my wildest dreams.
“Oh and don't get us started with your wardrobe.” A girl yelled from behind the camera, hiding her true identity.
More jokes were thrown at her and all she did was stand on the top of the table like a little innocent girl. But that’s the thing, Amie was innocent, she wouldn't hurt a fly. She would take all of this because she was that nice. She wouldn't stand up for herself, and that’s why so many people were ridiculing her.
The worst thing is that I kept it going.
“Seriously Amie. Like come on, why don't you have your momma pick something out for you? You’re making yourself look like a fool. Maybe that’s why your daddy enrolled for a second term in the army, he doesn't want to see the shame you bring to your family.”
“What the hell is wrong with me?!” I yelled at my self when her face fell further than it already was. Why? Why am I such an idiot? Amie had a strong and healthy relationship with her father and I went and messed it up. Mr. Ryman had his reasons to join the army, and everyone respected them, especially Amie. She hated that she never got see him, but she admired his decision.
How could I do tha-
The video kept going as I thought hard to my self, and I didn't like what I saw.
“Marcel! Say another word and you'll be bleeding on the ground.” Harry’s voice came from no where. He went up and shot daggers at everybody that had participated in the taunt. “Give me your hand Amie, I’m taking you home.” He helped her down form the table, where she was no longer the center of attention. He wrapped her in his arms and shielded her from everyone around them. “If you ever, and I mean ever, do anything to hurt her again, you're going to regret it.” He spoke his a clenched jaw.
“BOO! Styles, you ruined the party!” Random people yelled from across the living area, but being the ape like creatures that they are, they focused on something else.
“Man, Marcel, maybe you are the cool one.” Preston patted my back and went off.
Then the screen went blank... Everything made sense now.
That's why Amie and Harry were so close in class. I broke her heart and humiliated her. Where the heck was the old, caring, generous Marcel?
But most importantly
Why didn't I want him back?
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So that selfie Niall posted on Twitter... I thought he was actually in the stadium but I find out its just his tv like wow boy
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