Marcel

Chapter 3

Oh god. What could he possibly want to talk about with me. And alone.

In lunch, all theses girls on top of Marcel. Touching all over him. Disgusting. Every now and then, I see him glance at me.

When school is over, I rushed home. When I parked into my driveway, I see a black Range Rover. He got a car too. I get out of my car and knock on his house door.

"Hi Karina." Marcel's mother says in a high voice.

"Hi Anne." I say.

"May I speak to Marcel." I add.

"Yes. Of course you can. MARCEL! KARING IS HERE TO SEE YOU! Come in Karina."

"Thank you."

"While you guys hang out. I'll be out. You already know where the food is so make yourself at home."

"Thank you."

I sit on there nice leather couch. I hear footsteps coming from the stairs.

"Hi Karina." Marcel says.

"Hi." I said.

"So what is it that you wanted to talk about?" I add. I am very impatient.

"Well. I changed for you."

"What?"

"I changed my looks. My personality. The people I hang out with. All for you."

"Wh, why?" I stuttered.

"Because I love you."

"I loves you ever since you moved into the neighborhood." He adds.

"I got all these tattoos. Cars. And clothes to get you to notice me. That's why I've been gone all summer. I notices all the guys you hang out with, and I just wanted to be like them for you."

I'm truly touched. But the thought that Marcel has liked me all these years. Shocks me.

"Wow Marcel. I'm shocked."

"Yea."

"So what do you think?" He asks.

Since he is 100 percent honest. I feel like I should do the same.

"Honestly, you look really hot." I say and we both giggle.

"So Karina, wanna go out on a date tomorrow?" He asks and I freeze.

"Yea sure. I would like that."

"Great. Be ready at 7." He demands.

He is very demanding. I like it.

"Okay. See you tomorrow at school." I say and hug him.

"Bye."

I walk out of his house with a big smile on my face.

Later that night, I get a text from Marcel that makes this day the best.

*Goodnight beautiful. Be ready tomorrow at 7 like I told you. xo*

He bring chills down my spine and butterflies in my stomach. Something I hardly ever get.

I like this feeling.

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