Revenge (Punk Niall Horan)

Chapter 33

VOTE CAUSE EVERYONE LOVES MARCEL AND MARCEL LOVES YOU

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Marcel’s point of view

Wendy messed up.

Wendy messed up so much that I didn’t even know what to tell her.

She came to me after school had ended and it was one of the first times I had ever seen Wendy really panic. Of course she would worry about upcoming math tests and such, but that was just normal jitters. This was completely different.

There was no doubt in my mind that something was up when I saw her squeezing through people to get to me after the last bell had rang. I was standing at my locker getting all of my work together as she finally approached me. She looked terrified.

“Marcel, I need to talk to you,” she said quickly, looking around as if someone was watching us.

“Okay, what about?” I asked as I got the last of my books into my bag and shut my locker. I appeared as calm as possible in order to try and relax her a bit. I didn’t like seeing her this way.

She switched the weight on her feet and looked around again before saying, “In private.”

“Would you like me to give you a ride home?” I asked.

“That would be nice,” she said giving me a forced smile.

Now Wendy and I have know each other for many years, but we have never been the closest of friends. It was more of that type of relationship where she didn’t have anyone else and neither did I, so it kind of just happened. Little similarities or ideas brought us closer together, but I just accepted her for what she was. She never really brought too much to the table since she’s so quiet. She would tell me some things about herself, but the fact that she wanted to talk to me privately was throwing me off a bit. But she has that kind of personality, the one that just continues to throw you off.

The walk to my car was silent, and I assume that that is because she was too busy thinking about what she would later be telling me. I kept my emotions neutral as we walked side by side.

I was lucky to have the car today since my mother got a ride from a friend to work that morning. She said I might as well take it and put it to some use for the day.

Wendy slowly slid into the passenger side and rested her backpack on her lap.

I turned to her. “Would you like to tell me now or while I’m driving?”

“I warned Bailey about Niall.” She blurted quickly.

I was silent for a moment. Again, I appeared indifferent toward her words on the outside, but now my mind was going a mile a minute. This could ruin everything for Niall, and he’s my friend so I need to figure this out for him. “What did you say to her?”

Wendy seemed to loosen up a little, clearly happy that she got that out of her system. “She was sitting across from me in study hall and it kind of just happened. I knew the whole time while I was doing it that is was wrong, but I just felt like I had to. Something’s off about Niall, don’t you think? I mean the whole idea of revenge was fine in the beginning, but he never said we were supposed to get involved with them. He made it seem like we would just be on the sidelines getting information, but he’s going too far. Marcel, I know you’re smart. Can’t you see what he’s trying to do to her? He’s taking revenge and he’s somehow turning it into something personal.”

She was quite, clearly waiting for my thoughts on the matter. It seemed to me though, as if I didn’t have any. I’ve know from the start that what he’s doing to Bailey is wrong and I’ve warned him about it. It never occurred to me to try and stop it myself. I don’t even think I want to stop him. I felt something well up inside of me. “Yeah, but look at us. We aren’t much better.”