Death of a Bachelor ✶ Marcel ✶

✶ F I V E ✶

Her head is pounding and her limbs feel like they're made of lead and her mouth tastes like just pure ass. "Ugh," she groans, rolling onto her side. The room is empty except for her, which is unfortunate because she was really hoping there'd be someone there to explain what the hell is going on.

The door to the private bathroom clicks open, and Marcel walks out, wiping his hands with a paper towel.

She's never been so glad to see his ugly glasses. That is, until she remembers wailing like a banshee in front of him.

"Oh, you're awake."

"Yeah," she croaks, wondering when she had chain smoked that whole pack of cigarettes to make her voice sound so wrecked. "What happened?"

Marcel is trying not to smirk. She can tell because he has that same stupid dimple as Harry.

Veronica narrows her eyes at him. "What?"

The grin breaks out fully on his face. "You hyperventilated and passed out."

"What the fuck is funny about that? Why are you smiling like that?"

Finally, he just bursts out laughing. "Because you threw up on Principal O'Malley."

Veronica gasps, covering her mouth. "I didn't!"

"You did."

"Oh fuck meee," Veronica whines, covering the rest of her face as well.

"Oh! Also, here's a new shirt. I didn't want to overstep any boundaries, so I just kind wiped your shirt off."

Horror flashes through Veronica as she sits up. "Ew! Ew! Ew!" she screams, throwing off her soiled shirt as quick as humanly possible.

"Hand me that shirt, will you?" Veronica asks, disguising her command as something a little politer. She's busy inspecting her boobs and bra for any sick, both of which turn out clean. "I said, hand me that shirt," she demands impatiently, looking up at Marcel. It's her turn to smirk when she realises what's holding him up.

Veronica is well aware of her heavenly chest, after all she does have the best tits to waist ratio in the whole school. She doesn't have the fattest ass like Louis, or the longest legs like Harry and Nicole, or the best complexion like Eleanor. She doesn't even have the biggest boobs technically. Liam has the biggest boobs. She is just blessed with a small waist and huge ass titties for her size.

"Have you ever actually seen boobs before?" Veronica smirks, startling Marcel's eyes back up to hers.

He looks embarrassed, but he answers defiantly. "Yes."

"Like in real life?"

"Yes."

"Not your mom's."

"Yes."

"Not Harry's."

"Yes."

Veronica doesn't believe that for a second. "Really?"

"No," he mutters back, defeated.

"Do you want to feel them?"

Marcel's face burns the brightest of reds before he turns around to leave.

"No please! Don't go! Look I'm putting the shirt on."

Marcel sighs exasperatedly but turns back around anyway and goes to sit on the chair beside her tiny bed.

Veronica smiles disarmingly at him, then buries her nose in a clump of the oversized white t-shirt she had put on. "This smells so good," she moans, her eyes crossing. "Where did it come from?"