Death of a Bachelor ✶ Marcel ✶

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Veronica has no idea of what the actual fuck she's doing, but she's just lied to her whole lunch table so she could leave and is now stalking the library for a head of precisely slicked down chesnut hair. She smiles excitedly with her target in sight but quickly wipes it off her face so she won't seem too eager when she approaches him.

"Hey Marcel!"

The boy in a bowtie and a buttoned vest actually jumps, fumbling with the book in his hands. His eyebrows furrow as his eyes travel from the impractical 6 inch heels up the long tan legs to the denim miniskirt past the fuzzy blue crop top all the way to a pair of frighteningly cheerful amber eyes.

"Why are you talking to me? We're at school. Someone could see you."

"I didn't wear this outfit for my viewing pleasure," Veronica winks, then back tracks remembering what he'd said about her being overly sexual. The weird thing is, it's only with him. It's like she doesn't know what to say so she just blurts the first inappropriate thing she can think of. "Sorry. That's not what I meant. Can I sit?" She motioned at the spot beside Marcel on the couch.

"Uh... Sureee. Why not."

Veronica squeaks happily and falls onto the sofa cushion beside Marcel. "Whatcha readin?" she asks, leaning over into his personal space to look at his book.

"The- uh... The..."

Veronica withholds her amusement as best as possible, knowing he probably has a great view of her cleavage right now. Also why is she presenting herself to him? Why is she presenting herself to anyone? People present themselves to her. Not the other way around.

Anyhow, Veronica decides to take pity on the stuttering lad and leans back. "What was that?"

"The Great Gatsby."

"Oh! I love that book!" Veronica's eyes widen as she realises her slip up. "I, uh, mean I love what I read on Spark Notes. Psh. I didn't actually read the book. Do I look like a...." The panic must be growing in her eyes while she rambles on, digging herself an even deeper grave. Marcel raises his eyebrow at her, daring her to say the word. ".... nerd."

"You don't have to pretend to be book stupid." Veronica sighs in relief, but too soon it seems as Marcel continues. "You're already stupid in plenty of other aspects."

"Rude, but I deserved it."

"You deserve much more than that."

"Oh really?" Veronica raises her eyebrow suggestively, this time successfully causing Marcel to blush beet red. She crosses her legs, gently resting her hands on her knee, then shoots him a deadly smoulder. "Are you gonna punish me?"

Lucky for Marcel, the bell rings then and he's able to escape the vixen, who giggles evilly as he scrambles to collect his things and get the fuck up out of there.

"I'll see you later!" Veronica laughs, standing up to go to her next class as well. She looks down to fix her skirt, then groans when she sees a pair of muddy Timberland boots appear. "What do you want?" Her voice comes out more exhausted and less icily than she was hoping it would.

"Why were you talking to that geek?"

"I dunno. Why is it any of your business?" Veronica glares at Percy, his cold grey eyes glaring straight back into hers.

"We may have broken up, but you're still mine."

Veronica bursts out laughing, but it's sarcastic and angry. "Do you fucking hear yourself when you speak? We're over. That means this-" She frantically motions all around her body. "-is no longer yours. You gave that up."