Marcel and Me

Chapter 20

The knocking turns to pounding and I'm beginning to grow angry.

"I'm coming!" The pounding gets louder and louder as I approach the door.

***Stephanie's POV***

"I'm fucking coming!" Marcel screams in anger. I don't know why his temper has been out of control lately. It's appealing in a weird, messed up sort of way. He has stopped stuttering and it's an amazing improvement but it was still really cute when he did.

Marcel swings the door open and the first thing I see is green eyes. All the color from Marcel's face has drained and he stays still and shocked.

I can't believe who is standing in the doorway. His green eyes are darker than Marcel's eyes. His brown hair is in a swept back quiff and he wears a black t-shirt, worn brown boots, and skinny jeans tighter than the long socks I wear to play soccer.

"Harry?" I spoke without thinking.

"Long time no see. Kimberly isn't it?"

"Stephanie," I try to say confidently but my voice betrays me.

"Close enough." What a fucking jerk. I wish I could just punch him in the throat or something.

"Marcel, I see you're cursing now. I knew you'd grow up one day. Just didn't think it'd be so soon." Is he trying to get himself killed? Because I won't hesitate.

"What? Not even gonna talk to yiur brother?"

Brother? Of course.

"Why are you here, Harry?" Marcel says with an attitude.

"Why are you here? Aren't you two supposed to be in school or something?"

"We were suspended," Marcel responds.

"We? As in you too?! When did you become such a bad ass?"

I punch Harry in the stomach and he doesn't even flinch. He just laughs and walks upstairs.

"What the fuck was that?" I ask Marcel. "Brother? Harry?"

"I should be asking the same question! Long time no see? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Marcel-"

"No, it's ok. I've been keeping things from you as well. I shouldn't have over reacted." He sighs and tucks a curl behind his ear.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you anything about my past or history or anything like that. There definitely isn't any dating history between us."

"Well that's good to hear. So what other history is there between you two?"

"I'll tell you later, Marcel. I've had a long day. I'm just gonna sleep on the couch. Could you maybe get Harry out of my house because god knows what he's doing up there. If he's in my room, he's dead."

"Ok, I'll try to get him to go to my house for now. If you wake up to me tied to anything, call the cops." He gives me a comforting smile and heads upstairs. By the time his footsteps are unheard, I have a splitting headache.

(No one saw this coming did they ;) hehe)