The Liar [Marcel Fanfic]

Chapter Seven

This chapter contains some SPG stuff, so if you're, like 10 and below, whatever, if you're still innocent, I suggest, oh just read the damn chapter

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Claire's POV

It was prom night, I was fucking scared. I hated Jericho yet I had to do this. For Marcel.

I always thought that I kind of took it too far already, I mean, I saved him for four years already and gave him my kidney? Isn't that too much?

But then again, I liked Marcel since the beginning and I'm looking forward to him saying those stuff to me. But NOO, too bad that never happened.

I was wearing a red tube dress which came below my bum. Call me slutty but blame Jericho for picking this dress for me. I was wearing red stilettos and I just braided my hair into a fishtail braid. My make up wasn't much. Just a bit of eye liner and red lipstick.

I glanced once again on the mirror to see what I looked like, and dayum I look as slutty as hell.

I sighed as I walked down the stairs, my stilettos clicking at every step. I saw my mom, looking up at me sadly. She never liked the idea of going to prom with a jock. Because she knew he just wanted sex afterwards. But I had no choice. I can't break the deal.

She always liked Marcel, and she knew I liked him. Can't hide from your mom... Anyway, my mom knew Marcel for like since Marcel and I became friends.

I looked to the right and I saw Jericho smiling cheekily. I mentally rolled my eyes. No, I hate your cheeky smile damn it,

He was wearing a maroon tuxedo with a red neck tie. He had a white polo inside. Okay I absolutely hated his style and I want to beat the style out of him.

Ha, Style. Marcel Styles, and Harry Styles-- Oh shut up Claire SHUT. UP.

I falsely smiled at him, showing my best fake smile at him. I let him hold my hand but I was resisting.

"Let's take a picture of this," my mom said happily. Woah, she must be a good actress. No wonder I'm a good one too. LoL I'm kidding I SUCK at acting.

I looked at the camera and I felt Jericho's hand on my bum. I flinched but slowly tensed down. Ugh why did I even agree in the first place.

"Okay!" Danzel (Me Mom) said and shooed us away. "You might be late."

"Thanks mom." I said, hugging her and I left with Jericho.

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We were in the school's covered court. And they must be really good at designing coz this place look like heaven.

I felt Jericho's hand intertwine with mine. Nope, when I describe it I mean with DISGUST.

I started looking for Marcel, or anyone close to me. But no one was there.

I shrugged. 'There's just a lot of people in here, that's all.'

"Let's go to the bar." Jericho smiled at me, I looked up and half smiled. Now who told you to smile at me huh-- Whoops, sassy me is showing up.

He pulled me to the bar, kind of violently, eh, it must be because he's a varsity in baseball.

"Two cups of vodka!" Jericho yelled at the butler. Seriously? Cups? Is he high?

'Let me answer your question Claire, YES.'

Ooh red cups. They're really cute for my dress-- SHUT UP CLAIRE OH MY GOD SHUT. UP.

We kind of got a better view of the stage. I saw a figure of five awfully familiar lads....

One of them, was really, really, familiar, I just can't make out his face. (Not what you think you sicko!) Man I should seriously get glasses sometime.

"This song is dedicated to a girl, who I loved dearly, and is my bestest friend in the world."

[A/N YOU CAN PLAY LUCKY BY JASON MRAZ IF YOU WANT I'M TOO LAZY TO TYPE DOWN THE LYRICS]

It was Marcel.... Well a bit of Marcel, he got the glasses, and most of his features was Harry Styles.

Wait...

OH MY GOD ONE DIRECTION IS SINGING!!!!

"Jericho! Come on!" I yelled through the music, as I held his hand, and pulled him to the front row.

Trust me, I hate touching his hand, it was so rough!

I saw Harry, or, Marcel, damn I'm getting so confused.

Maybe another brother...?

Who am I kidding.

Anyway he was smiling at me, like he was dedicating this song to me.

Whoever he is, he needs explanation to do...

What? I got confused, okay?

*whispers* shocker!!

"Claire, come on, I'm gonna show you something." Jericho whispered, and pulled me into a janitor's closet; clearly not a good sign.

Okay what is it with the pulling?

"Where are we going?" I asked, slightly scared.

He suddenly stopped in his steps, and turned to me... With a weird, seductive, face. What the fuck?

"Jericho what the hell--" before I could even finish speaking, he crashed his lips to mine. I tried to protest, but that was a wrong move. I gave him a fucking chance to insert his tongue into my mouth. I pushed him but it was no use because basically he was too strong.

I stepped on his foot with my REALLY sharp stiletto heel. He yelped in pain and let go of me, which gave me the courage to run really fast. Must be the adrenaline in me.

I ran back inside and squeezed myself in the crowd. I hope Jericho doesn't find me...

Bump.

"Oi! Watch where you're going-- Claire?"

I looked up, my jaw dropped. How did Louis Tomlinson know my name?

Omg, omg, LOUIS TOMLINSON.

"Excuse me?" I manage to say. He chuckled. "Harry, he's been talking about you."

"Harry? God, I never even met you guys! How is he supposed to talk about me?" I said, quite flabbergasted.

He just laughed and shook his head. "He didn't tell you didn't he."

I rose an eyebrow. "What? Who?"

"Claire, Harry is Marcel."

What?!