Oh Marcel

chapter 23

EMILIES POV

We walked down the stairs and more people were at the house.  Not very many, but still quite a bit.  Harry was holding my hand and I was still trying to process what happened.  I had sex with a guy I have only known for a few days and we were at a party.  Somthing about this seemed weird.  Anyways we were in the basement where we left the two friends.  They were on the floor Noah, Owen, Scarlett, and Marcel were sitting in a circle laughing uncontrolably.  Harry and I starred at each other in disbalief.  

" What the hell did they do?" Harry mumbled. 

We walked over to Owen who had blond short hair, and was wearing a black leather jacket.  I didn't know haow he knew Harry, and I don't think right now was exectly the right time to ask.  Harry and I where not holding hands and I felt a slight change in my mood.  I walked over to Scarlett and she looked very, very high. 

" What the fuck did you do to them?" I heard Harry ask one of the boys who weren't high. 

" Ha man there baked," I think Noah replied. 

" Hahaha," Marcel laughed for no reason.  

I tried to fix Scarlett's hair, because I guess she messed it up.  Then I tried ripping the red plastic cup out of Marcel's hand.  He certainly didn't need anymore.  He put up quite a good fight, but to my surprise nothing was in it.  It was completly empty.  

" What do you mean there baked?" I asked getting concerned.  I mean don't get me wrong I know what it means, but I can't stand the fact that there so high. 

" I think you know what I mean.  And if your so good where were you too?" Noah joked.

Harry and I stared at each other. And I didn't respond.  "Thats not the point, the point is: I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do!" Harry said almost at a yell.  I could tell he was pissed and honestly I was a little pissed to.  Harry nodded his head.  I got up and met him on the other side of the room.

" Well I don't know what were gonna do with them," Harry said as he leaned in.

" Well I know that Scarlett said her mum wasn't going to be home and she said Marcel is a pretty good lyier. Surprisingly."

" Okay so we dump them at Scar's."

" Well not dump, but yeah I guess. Hey I never asked you what does this tatoo me?" I asked pointing to his arm.  There was a whole bouquet of red roses and it aways confused me ever since we met.

" Oh um its sort of hard to explain I don't really like it I think I'm gonna get it removed," He said.

" Why its beautiful?"

" Not feeling it anymore," He said shrugging his shoulders. I shrugged my shoulders and turned my body and noticed Marcel was just sitting there and as was Scarlett.  They don't look the same as they did a little while ago.  Now they seemed more relaxed.  

" Here we should probably take them home or to Scarlett's or somewhere.  God knows what would happen if they get more in them," Harry persuaded. 

" No, no its fine stay here.  Ill be fine.  It should be easy to take them home," I argue.  Honestly I didn't know why I didn't want him to drive with me. I guess I just needed my time to think.  I mean I have only known him for a few days and I don't know things just didn't feel good right now.  I need to tell Scarlett whats going when shes not high.  He helped me to the car and I felt very fortantate to have him. I just hope whatever we have is not a fad.  As I drove on the dark open rode I noticed Scarlett in the back seat.  Her head fell perfectly on Marcel's shoulder.  Its was only as if they were two puzzle peices.  Its a shame she can't see beyond what is in front of her.  Because the two of them are damn cute. 

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