Marcel and Me

Chapter 19

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***Marcel's POV***

"So are you suspended too?" Steph asks me with a confused expression.

"I guess so."

As I'm about to turn a corner, Mike is there with a grin plastered across his stupid face.

"Hey, brain cell."

"It's Marcel but I'm glad you at least know the name of a cell you don't have." I don't know why I'm so pumped up today but it feels good.

"You ain't my teacher so shut the fuck up."

"You're right, I'm not. But who else is going to teach you proper grammar?"

"I don't give a shit about grammar. Get out of my face."

"Okay, I was tired of looking at it anyway." His face is as red as a beet when I walk past him with a smirk on my face and my head held high.

Stephanie looks up at me with shocked eyes. I just giggle in response.

"So, Steph, where do you want to go?"

"I need some sleep actually. I haven't had a good sleep in ages."

"But isn't your mum home?"

"No, she's working as usual."

"Oh okay. I'll drop you off."

"Oh um..I was kind of wondering if uh, you wanted to stay?" She is absolutely adorable when she's nervous.

"Sure." I can't stop the smile that has crept onto my face. She makes me happy and I want to make her as happy as she makes me.

When we get to her house she pulls out a key to open the door and the door pushes open.

"I'm so sleepy but I'm so hungry!" Steph says with a shy smile.

"Eat something then."

"Great idea! I never would've thought of that." Her sarcasm is hilarious and her laughter is contagious. Her laugh fills the room and echoes the walls. It's a beautifully noise...sound. It's the most pleasant sound I've ever heard and I'm glad I hear it.

"Do you know how to cook?" I ask her.

"Um, not really. Unless you count adding water to macaroni in a box."

"Haha, you're extremely gifted."

"Why, thank you, Marcel."

***Stephanie's POV***

I actually do know how to cook but I'm hoping he'll offer. Consideting how polite he is he probably will.

"I'll uh cook for you...If you'd like."

"Of course! What do you want to cook?"

"I will find something." I love it when he uses complete words instead of contractions. It's cute and comforting.

"There's some beans in that cabinet. You can make burritos or something."

"No." I say in an extremely deep voice in the resemblance of a Jamaican accent.

"Okay, no need to get pushy."

"I was just kidding, Steph," I laugh hysterically.

"Oh, really?" She sarcastically replies. She tries to hold in her laughter but fails miserably.

Just then there is a knock at the door.

"I'll get it," I say to Steph. Who could be at the door?

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