Death of a Bachelor ✶ Marcel ✶

✶ S I X ✶

Louise (pictured above).

"So what were you in the shrink's office for? Yeah, I heard about that too."

Veronica is currently on her stomach in Harry's bed reading the sex tips portion of her Cosmo. She's getting really tired of Harry's eyes and ears around the school spilling her shit. "Eh. Something about me being out of control. Endangering other students blah blah."

It's just her and Harry right now, the other girls too busy getting fucked or spending quality time with their families. She still wouldn't risk telling Harry the whole truth though. It would only involve her having to explain what went down between her and Marcel, and she's not ready to stress their teetering relationship so soon.

"That's stupid. You're like second to El to being the least threatening person I know."

Veronica furrows her eyebrows, flipping the page. "Not true. Also have you tried the grapefruit method?"

Harry bursts out laughing, and it's like a beautiful tinkling bell. Veronica is jealous of the way Harry sounds so angelic and sexy when she laughs. It's honestly not fair. "No! But one of us should definitely test that out sometime."

"I guess it's up to you then since no guy wants anything to do with me."

"That's not true," Harry sing songs annoyingly.

"Don't say it."

"Niall would be more than happy to let you grapefruit his dick."

The black-haired girl groans into the pages of the magazine. "I actually hate you so much."

Harry then snatches the magazine and proceeds to read one of the tips, replacing key words as she sees fit. "You could tickle Niall's feet with your nipples: climb on top of Niall in reverse cowgirl position, then bend over until your nipples reach the tops of his feet. ...Yowzah!"

"Oh my god! Go fuck yourself!"

Harry dissolves into giggles, yelping when Veronica lands her ass right on the other girl's thighs. Feeling risky, Veronica pulls her tank top down under her boobs and starts rubbing her nipples on Harry's feet. Harry actually starts screaming through her laughter, prompting her older brother to slam open the door in full protector mode.

"Oh holy shit."

Veronica shrieks in response to his pervy ass smile and pulls her tank top back up.

"Well well well. What do we have here?" Edward smirks, sending disgusted chills down Veronica's spine.

"Get out!" Harry yells. She starts throwing pillows from her vast collection, cursing at Edward until he closes the door behind him. "I'm so sorry about that, V. I swear I had no idea he would do that."

Veronica climbs off of her friend and shrugs. "It wasn't that big a deal. Your brother's just creepy. Real creepy."

"No kidding. I'm pretty sure I caught him jerkin it to Louise's vacation pics. Although, that black halter bikini was made for her."

"Yeah, but like also ew," Veronica giggles. Speaking of brothers, the urge to dash upstairs for just a moment strikes her again. The feeling of just wanting to know what Marcel is up to has been coming and going in waves since the moment she stepped through the front door.

"Did you hear about Percy?"

Veronica's blood runs cold at just the mention of his name, replacing her warm and fuzzy need-related thoughts. "No," she replies, emotionless, kind of not even wanting to hear what Harry has to say unless it involves Percy being fucked in the ass by an elephant.