Ghost Whisperer//MARCEL FANFIC **ON HOLD**

Part 32

Make sure to hear this song. Also I dedicate this Part to many who are going through a hard time. Just know if you feel like you're not good enough, there are 7.4 billion people in the world you have not yet met that'll make you feel loved.

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Jess was hurting as Zayn rushed to her side and try to get her up, but instead she pushed him away and got up herself. Slowly she turned to me as I look at her ready to attack for her next fit. Marcel was getting a little closer so she wouldn't try to. Although there was only one thing she did. She had reached around me and got her makeup together and fled her way out.

I was a little terrified thinking she might tell a teacher or something but I pushed that thought away once I spotted the little girl again. She couldn't stop glaring at me and her coldness made my arms shiver.

Zayn left probably to look for Jess as Niall and Marcel were the only ones here. But I decided to ignore their presence. "Hey.." I whisper to the little girl.

"You hurt my sister. Why did you do that?" She angrily said in her small voice.

"I'm sorry"

"You will be" and then disappeared in thin air.

"Marilyn, what the hell happen?" Marcel made a choice to asking.

The bell rang afterwards, "we should get to class" Niall says next.

I agreed with his statement when he finally fled out of the girls restroom quickly possibly thinking he would be made fun of for being here. But of course Marcel stayed and didn't care if he was late at the moment.

"You should go, Marcel. Don't you have a test next hour?" I let a small chuckle fall off my lips laughing through the pain I felt on my jaw.

"Really, Marilyn? A fight? Especially with Jess? Can you be more of an idiot?"I scoffed at his words.

"Excuse me?"

"This was dangerous, what if she had her friends here and helped her beat you up?" This time I didn't find his concern cute or his glare adorable. I found it offensive.

"No, don't do that. Don't lecture me about how I should've handle her better because you weren't here. You do not know the things she had said to me or how this fight even started. S-so just fuck off! Get out!" I threw a tantrum, finally breaking down to a person I've never wanted him to see me cry.

I wasn't up to being told that I should've been careful with a person I could handle myself. If there was a little hope of understanding from Marcel, then he wouldn't had said those things to me. I was slapped, punched, and scratched. I couldn't see myself fail.

"Mari-"

"No. I don't need your small talk right now, just leave" I shake my head at him. His eyes were soft for a little but soon he glared at me and left.

It was probably a real long time since I stayed in the restroom before actually getting up and ended up being late for my next hour, but I didn't care. All I thought was my grandmother and that one small girl.

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My words said a lot of things to people I hated, one I sort of hated, and one who I possibly didn't care if he heard or not. But no trace of Marcel lingered through my thoughts at the moment and I've decided to ignore what happen yesterday to fill my thoughts with something else. Work.

It was a slow day as you can say and I haven't even talk to Marcel for a day, even if he was sitting next to me in our third hour. I just focused my attention to each and individual customers who came and gone. Not many arrived but fell into deep tiresome at the counter of the store.