The Styles Triplets

Chapter 22

He loves me. Edward loves me. And you wanna know something? Deep down I think I love him too. I'm in love with my best friend and his brother. This is a recipe for disaster.

"Are you okay Alex?" Marcel asked as I answered my ringing phone.

"Yeah, I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?" I lied.

"I know you care for Edward, maybe not the same way you care for me...but I just wanted to make sure you're okay." he stated.

"I'm fine, I'm sure he'll get released. They have to, it's Edward...right?" I asked.

"Right..." he replied in an unconvincing tone.

"That didn't sound very convincing." I pointed out.

"Well, like you said...it IS Edward. He doesn't have a very good record, Alex."

"Oh." I muttered.
I guess he's right.

"You never know what they'll do." he added.

"Right. Well I think I'm going to head to bed early." I told him and swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Okay, but I have one question before you go."
I paused to let him continue, "Alexandra, I love you, will you be my girlfriend?"

"I-I uh...yes." I stammered.

"Great." he replied, I could almost see him smiling, "Goodnight, Alex."

"Goodnight, Marcel."

I'm dating Marcel Styles.

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"Hun, Marcel is here for you!" mom called as I was getting dressed the next morning.
Marcel? Here? Right now?

As I grabbed my things, I came down the stairs and looked out the window. Sure enough Marcel was waiting in his car for me.

"See you, babe." mom said and gave me a wink, "When you get home we have a surprise for you."

"Okay, see ya." I replied and walked outside and slid into his car, "Hey I didn't know you were coming to get me."

"Of course, I want to take my girlfriend to school." he answered.
I smiled and then put on my seatbelt. "So how are you...girlfriend?"

"Marce, you don't have to keep calling me that." I laughed nervously.

"I know, but I just like calling you that." he said and kissed my cheek.

He's such a dork, but he's my dork.
"Im good. Thanks for picking me up."

"Not a problem...g-"

"Don't say 'girlfriend'." I interrupted.

When we arrived at school, Marcel opened my door for me and slid his fingers into mine as we walked. He kept peaking at me from the corner of his eye as if I was just suddenly going to disappear. Marce lead me to my locker where I started to get my things, but he stopped me.
"Can we skip first period today?" He asked nervously.

"You? Skip class? Really?" I laughed.

"Yeah, really." he replied, "I figured we could spend some time together...alone." he added.

"Oh." I said surprised.
Marcel Styles. Who are you becoming?

Marcel wrapped his arm around my waist, fingers tracing circles into my sides, "What do you say?"

"Um...I...uh...yeah." I stammered.
Wow I've never seen Marcel like this.

"Do you know a place?" he asked, getting closer.