Zerrie

Chapter 20

Marcel POV

Bianca. A psychopath. I knew it from the start but, I wasn't so sure.

I see her picture from afar and I look at it closely.

My parents died the day before Bianca asked me out....

I find this very strange. I don't think that's a coincidence.

I saw some dry blood on her leg the day of our little date.

She, killed them, didn't she?

I was so blind. I don't why the heck I went for her.

She's a psycho.

A knock on my door. I open it with misery.

It's, Harry.

"Hi little brother by 10 seconds. Whatcha doing?" He says, resting his arm on my shoulder.

"Oh, just thinking about how stupid I was, dating a psychopath." I say, with a straight face.

"Little brother, it's not your fault she tried to kill me." Harry says.

I turn the other cheek, and Harry leaves. And Louis walks in.

"Do you think, I could leave the band and be in Broadway?" Louis says, like he means it.

I shake my head in an insant.

"No, watch me do broadway and your answer would be yes!" Louis says, getting out his hat.

I roll my eyes, resting my head on my hand.

"Ahem. I fit in broadway because...I can dance, do silly, become like my friend billy! And do not fail, at all!! I can dance around so silly, you even know who's who. That's because, I hate all of you!!!!!!" Louis finishes with a little tap dance and I giggle so little.

I clap to be kind and whistle.

I laugh so hard I almost fell off my chair.

Liam, with a sad face, and says,"Okay fine. I changed my mind. This man period is taking over." He leaves with a man bag full of pads and goes to the washroom.

Man period? What is that? We can't produce babies. Wow. These boys really need to man up.

A note on my fridge. From Harvard University.

Dear Marcel Styles,

We are happy to announce that you have been accepted in computer science and History. We are offering you a scholarship for your full four years in Harvard and, free residence. You are the top student who has ever past the above average rate. If you have anymore questions, please to hesitate to ask. Your books will be payed for and your classes will be payed for. I hope you accept this once in a lifetime offer. Thank you,

Principal Jorge Hughes.

Me, go to Harvard...for free?! Yes! I go online and accept the offer, choose the residence, choose my courses, choose when I shall arrive, pack my bags, leave a note for Harry, and go to Boston for education! I hope Harry can handle the loneliness without me. I actually wonder how he's going to pay the bills without me.

I get on the plane exclusive for Harvard students only.

Sit down on my plane seat and look at all the bright faces on this airplane. I know, I will make best friends with all of them.

But, there is one girl in particular who's turning her face to the window, while wear taking off.

Her hair in a ponytail, blue eyes, it can't be.

She sitting right next to me. I've seen her face before.

Bianca.

I almost fall off my seat, but I try to stay calm.

"Hi, Bianca." I say, nervously.

"Hi Marcel. I heard you're going to Harvard. I decided to apply too." She says, very creepily.

"Oh, uh, cool." I say, turning my face to the other seat.

"Honey, we haven't broken up yet, have we?" Bianca says, with a pouty face.

I ignore what she says because of how much I hate her guts. Until, I hear the words, "don't you want to know how I got out of that stupid jail?" I turn to face her. She cracks a smile.

"Let's see, it all started yesterday. Where I was in a jail cell because of your idiots, and, I knocked all the police out with this perfume I still had in my pocket. I got the key, and got out. Simple as that really. I went on the Harvard site and saw you, on the front page. Congratulations for that. And I was thinking, maybe it's the perfect way to become roommates with you. To get the revenge I need." Bianca finally finishes.

I'm scared to death. Is she going to kill me? Or, rip my homework? Or worse, make me fall asleep during an exam. That would be the worst!

It's been 2 hours on this plane and Bianca hasn't said a word.

"Bianca, did you, have any help with getting out of the prison by any chance?" I say, breaking the silence.

"Why do you need to know?" Bianca says.

"Why should I not?" I say, all bad boy.

"Good point. Fine. I did." She says, looking out the window.

"Who?" I say, nervously, hoping that I don't know the person.

"You might know this person. I'm pretty sure you do." She says, mysteriously.

I see her move her lips, saying the name.

The world slows down.

It can't be.

But it is.