Ghost Whisperer//MARCEL FANFIC **ON HOLD**

Part 42

Tomorrow was Friday. The day of the dance and I have yet to tell Zayn that we had to cancel our date. I never thought I would put that in a sentence in my whole entire life.

Zayn was standing against the school's gates at a very distant corner where no one could see what he was up to. But he had a cigarette between his lips. I was fully afraid he was going  to get caught but knowing Zayn - he probably didn't care. Tomorrow was the night of our first official date and I was already going to let him down, but that was never my intention to do so. I hate it when I let people down. What would Zayn think? Should I even tell him the truth?

My feet decided to walk me over to him without my mental state realizing it. His back was facing me and I already tapped him on his shoulder. He quickly turned around calmly as if I was a teacher who just caught him on the act of smoking but he was Zayn - he didn't care. Though, when he did realize who it was he smiled bright taking out his cigarette out his mouth and flicking it to the ground then stomping at it to put it out. He knew I didn't like the idea of him smoking around me but I never told him, I guess he just saw the face expressions I made whenever I was around him inhaling that poison into his lungs. He was nice to not do that in front of me.

"Hey babe" he says hugging me with a soft kiss on my head.

"Hey" I whispered. Clearly trying to think of the perfect words to say to him without hurting his feelings.

Ever since Marcel came to my house yesterday to hang out, I been having doubts whether to tell him that Zayn and I were to together. Of course telling him where Louis and I went that day of his first basketball meeting is something I wouldn't keep from him. I mean, I didn't even tell him about his own twin brother making an appearance that specific day I was passed out. There was just things I needed to keep from him that would hurt him. Unless these were the things that needed to be said but I just couldn't blurt out. I know that once he finds out about Zayn and I, and Harry coming to me in a dream - he would be upset that I kept this from him for so long.

I don't know why I would think he would be upset if he found out that about my secret relationship with Zayn. Why was I holding it for so long?

"Did you get my text last night?" Zayn snaps me out of my thoughts.

I nod, "yeah. I got that little detail, thanks" he reminds that our date was just going to be casual. So it was okay to go out with him in my jeans and not some fancy dress.

"What's wrong? You seem tense" Zayn had a questionable expression on his face and I began to feel terrible letting him down. So I look away for a spilt moment.

"Zayn, listen. We have to cancel tomorrow night-"

"What? Why? You can't bail on me now, Marilyn. I already have everything planned out" oh shoot he had everything settled. Shit, I'm a terrible person.

Zayn sighs, "is it because of that shit Eleanor is making you do for the council meeting, because you know it's not that hard to say no."

"It's not that. It's just that.."

"What, Marilyn?" He was growing impatient his eyes never leaving mine.

"Marcel asked to me to go with him to the dance and you know I can't let him down-"

"Wait wait, you're seriously bailing on me so you could go on a date with Marcel? You know how that makes you sound, Marilyn? Do you?" He was starting to yell and I know I obviously upset him so all I wanted to do at this moment was to hide in a shell. You know, the ones that crabs crawl into?