Transformation (Marcel FanFic)

Transformation 19

~Nineteen~

I couldn't take back what I did, I knew that, but that didn't give Harry a reason to get all lovey dovey with Amie. I don't know why I was so jealous, maybe becuase it was the fact that he was close to her and I wasn't, or that he would take her and become something more than just friends.

I sat in my room for what felt like hours and just stared at the empty screen. I couldnt believe it, but I couldnt do anythinb but apologize to her until she forgives me. I was going to try to call her, but she needed space, and sadly I am going to oblige.

"Marcel!" My mother yelled up from the staircase. "You have a visiter."

"Who is it now." I grumbled ot myself. I dont know if I minded the company or not, but I just didn't want the interaction to be long. I really just wanted to be by myself right now. As I walked down the stairs, I immediately noticed the high pitched voice.

"Hey Marcel!" She practically screeched. "I came to see how you were. I mean I feel like we haven't seen or talked to eachother in forever." Joanna sneered. I could tell she was mad, but she hid it very well.

"Oh well I've been here." I turned away, not letting my manners be shown. I knew my mother was going to scold me for that later, but right now I knew I minded the company. I walked to the stairs knowing that she would follow me up.

"So Marcel, why haven't you called me?" She asked once we were in the privacy of my room. I kicked off my shoes and sat on the edge of my bed.

"I've had a lot of homework and I'm suddenly not feeling well."

"Yeah, I bet. I've missed you." She sat on my lap, and buried her face in the crook of my neck. "I've missed being in your strong arms." She began leaving wet kisses on my neck. "The way I feel so protected, the way they make me so hot. The way that you thrus-"

"That's enough." I pulled her off of my lap and stood up, while she fell to my bed. "My mum is downstairs what are you doing?" She stuck her bottom lip out and sat on her knees, making sure they were spread as much as they could be. This girl is seriously giving me a headache.

"Dont you miss me Marcel." Her eyes widened. "Dont you want me to make you feel good again." She crawled to me, yes, crawled, on all fours! This girl has no repsect for her self. "Come on Marcel. Don't make me force you." She was at the edge of the bed and sat up again on her knees. She pulled me closer and pulled me into a kiss.

This kiss wasn't good though. It was out of peer anger, aggravation, and just plain sloppy. She was angry because I hadnt talked to her, and was just trying to ignore her. She was aggravated because I wasnt putting out, and sloppy because she was moving way to fast.

"Joanna stop." I mumbled against her lips.

"No." She tugged on my shirt and made me hover over her. I tried to pull away, but that only led to her switching our positions. She began to move her hips into mine, and me being the hormonal boy I guess I am, began to grow bigger. "Shit Marcel." She moaned as she threw her head back. She moved her hips at a faster momentum and began sucking on my neck.

"Joanna. Stop. Mum."

"Shut it Marcel. Oh Mar-cel." She panted out my name. "Take. This. Off." She began fiddling with my zipper.

"No. Stop, my mum."

"I dont care. I need to show Amie that youre mine." She unbuttoned my pants and palmed my hard bulge.

"A-Amie?" That was the only word that I caught. "W-what about her?"

"Shh. Let me do this."

"No. Why Amie." I demanded. "Why did you say her name?" I was finally coming down from cloud nine.

"Dont think about that loser when I'm turning you on." She shot daggers at me. That was when I stopped her.

"Dont you dare call her that." I stuck up for my best friend. I don't care if she wasn't going to speak to me at the moment, she was still my friend even if I wasn't hers. "You have no right to talk badly about her! I thought I already told you that!"

"I dont know why you even care about her. I mean she doesn't care about you and she is nothing compared to me. I mean look at her she isnt pret-"

"If youre going to finish that, I advice you leave."

"What do you even see in her? She isnt as innocent as you think."

"Oh because you know everything about being innocent. Please, tell me how innocent you are! At least Amie isnt a slut!" The words slipped out of my mouth before I could process them. I crossed a line, I knew it.

Her eyes began to water as my breathing picked up speed. I instantly regretted my choice in words. Her tears were gong to fall, but she recomposed herself. "At least I didn't sleep with Harry to get back at you."

At least she didn't sleep with Harry to get back at me?

"What?"

"Yeah. I mean at least I slept with him before we got together, Amie on the other hand was so mad at you because of your stunt at the party that she slept with your boyfriend. But yeah, what do I know about being innocent."

"Youre lying. You have to be. Amie wouldn't do that." My heart was breaking, tearing into two.

"Nope. It's the truth." She laughed it off and got off my bed as if nothing had happened. "I mean at least Harry had the common decency to talk to me after, but I mean Amie's a freak, and probabaly wasn't good, he was proabably disappointed."

"SHUT UP! STOP TALKING!" I felt myself begin to shake. "You're such a liar! She wouldn't do that!" My voice came out louder than before, and before I knew it my fist connected with the wall. I'm going ot feel that after the adrenaline rush. "I hate you! Just go! I don't want to see you anymore! Leave!"

"Marcel, sweetheart are you-" My mother stepped into my room wiht Gemma at her side. She was shocked to say the least. "I think you should go Joanna, and I think it's best if you just don't come around my son anymore." She pulled my hand out and examined it.

"Excuse me?"

"I don't recall my mother stuttering. Now leave." Gemma crossed her arms and glared at her.

"Whatever. He'll come to me. Both ways...Again." A smirk formed on her face while I just froze, trying to avoid the look my mother was giving me.

"Leave, or I'll make you. And if I see you come near my brother again, I'll make sure to ridicule you myself."

"Whatever." She finally walked out of my room.

"Marcel?"

"I don't want to talk about it. It's late and I'm tired. Please, tomorrow?" I internally prayed that they'd both let it go, at least until tomorrow. My hand is starting to hurt and my head is pounding with just the thought of Harry's hands on Amie. My mouth was dry, and the temperture had risen 10 degrees in the last 10 minutes. I was hyperventilating, I knew it, but everything around me felt weird.

"Alright, but let me see your hand first. No questions asked alright." Gemma took my hand in hers and applied a bit of pressure and I squealed. "Yeah, that looks broken. We need to take you to the hospital to properly bandage it."

"But I'm tired." I whined.

"I know baby, but we need to get that hand taken care of or it's going to get worse. Go get the car started Gem, I'm going to call Harry."

"Where is her?" My curiousity got the better of me.

"He took Amie home." Those four words were all it took to make me regurgitate everything and anything that was in my stomach. "Marcel! Oh no, sweetheart are you alright." She reached out to my forehead. "Sweetie youre running a temperature, let's get you to the doctors, come on."

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