Okayyyy, so this preference is based on Marcel and Harreh! And, I know I haven't made a Marcel preference in a while, but. Me being me, didn't have a topic on his preference.So this is-Nevermind. I know you'll figure it soon. Anyways, Enjoy! :)
You sighed as you dropped your pencil and looked up at your teacher. "Class!" She shouted. Soon, everyone's eyes were on her. "Class," She said in a calmer tone. "This is your new classmate, Marcel." She warmly smiled. Marcel slowly looked up, not wanting to look at everyone in the eye.
"Welcome Marcel." She demanded. A few mumbles were heard. "Class!"
"Welcome Marcel."
"Thank you." She turned her head towards Marcel. "Marcel. You may sit next to. Y/N." He nodded and made his way to your table. "Y/N." You looked at the teacher.
"Yes?"
"Mind taking your bag off the chair." Her eyes moved to you, to the chair, and to you. You rolled your eyes, and lifted you bag up and dropped it next to you. "Thank you." She faked smiled. You sighed and went back to doing what you were doing before.
You looked over at Marcel, he was confused at the lesson. "Hey," You smiled. He took a double-take and then smiled. "Need any help?" You chuckled. "Uh.y-yes.." He stuttered, adjusting his glasses. "Okay-well. First, I'm Y/N. B-b-by the way." You smiled towards the end.
A smile then appeared on Marcel's face. "I'm, well, you al-already know." He gestured to the teacher. "Anyways, we're-"
"Y/N! No talking!" The teacher shouted. Immediately, all eyes were aimed at you. "H-he wa-was-" "I don't care! Just don't talk!" She furrowed her eyebrows.
You rolled your eyes. "I-I'm so sorry. I didn't kno-" You cut him off. "Its alright, I'm always like this. This is why I have no partner." You shrugged. I mea, you did have friends. Just none of them sat next to you because they weren't allowed to, you talked to everyone. That wouldn't help anyone.
"Oh," He slowly turned back to the board.
(Days Later)
You waited in a crowd as you waited to go inside the cafeteria. Clutching your books against your chest when ever people started to shove one another. "Hey! Y/N!" You heard your name being shouted in high-pitched voice.
You reluctantly turned around. Watching Marcel stare at his shoes waiting for you to turn. You then poked his shoulder to show him you already turned.
"Oh, hey." He smiled. Then you smiled. It was like his smile was contagious.
"Hey,"
"So, I-I was-wondering if-if you'd like to go with me to-to the mo-mo-moviiess.." He trailed off towards the end. You slowly looked around you, catching unwanted gazes on you. After you looked at Marcel, you answered, "Sure, why not?"
"A-are you-you s-sure?" He stuttered.
Man did this kid stutter a lot.. You thought.
"Yeah, I mean, it'll be fun right?" You chuckled. A smirk formed on his lips, it was abit creepy because he just instantly appeared as soon as you finished your sentence. "Yeah, it'll be fun." He said. You raised both your eyebrows, widening your eyes and then looking down.
"Okay, so I'll see you..at 7?" He asked. You nodded before going inside for your lunch.
(Later that day)
You smirked at your reflection. You were wearing a white shirt with a wine color cardigan with skinny jeans, along with combat boots. You picked up all your necessary things in your crossbody purse and closing the door behind you when you were outside.
You patiently waited for at least 5 minutes. Then, 10 passed and you were getting annoyed. You suddenly heard someone walk on the leaves when you heard crunching.
"M-m-marce-el?" Now you were stuttering. Nothing. "Ugh!" You groaned and turned around, facing the door. Unexpectedly, your eyes were forced shut with a cold cloth being tied around you head at the moment. "Ahh-" Your screams were also being forced to stop, because a large hand covered your lips. (If that even made sense?) Mouth! The large hand covered your mouth.
"Shh.." They whispered in your ear. Making goosebumps come up. "Mmm," You softly whimpered. Soft lips brushed your cheeks, making you turn to the other cheek.
"C'mon Y/N," A low voice ringed in your ear. Okay, there is no way that was Marcel. Reluctantly, the hand dropped. "P-ple-please st-sto-op." You whispered. "Why?" Their voice was raspy and seductive. (Went too far.)
Their lips soon brushed your jawline, then your lips. They were soft and damp. Soon, their hands landed on your hips, "I promise you, the fun will start later." They spoke as they untied the bandana from your head.
A/N: It isn't the best, but I think I did alright. The first time I did this preference, I promise, it was much better than this. But since my wifi wants to be a bitch for 2 straight days, I was frustrated and deleted it. Plus, writers block. Anyways, enjoy your Tuesday, or Wednesday! :)
~BehindTheDimplesxx
