LOSER (ZARCEL)

CHAPTER 8

CHER'S POINT OF VIEW

Tonight, Marcel would be my next victim, and I was more than ready to ruin him.

I really was shocked at his sudden change in personality and looks, but the new Marcel was hot. When Marcel had called me and I told him that I loved him, I knew that he was trapped. The thing is, I know that he is absolutely clueless when it comes to dating, love, heartbreak, or anything of that matter, which makes it even more fun for me.

I applied some last minute mascara before Marcel arrived at my house. I was home alone, so I didn't have to dodge all of my parents' questions about my date.

I put on some black high heels that went with my little black dress once I heard tge knocking of the door.

"Just a minute," I said whilst grabbing my clutch.

I opened the mahogany door to find a very classy looking Marcel standing in front of me.

"I-uh, wow," I mumbled, taking in the gorgeous sight.

"Ditto," He replied.

"So, where are we going?" I asked.

I walked outside and followed Marcel to his car.

"I was thinking we could go to Olive Garden," He began, "Unless that's too fancy, then we could-"

"Olive Garden sounds great," I interuptted, to stop his rambling.

We got in Marcel's car, and we began our destination to Olive Garden.

I wasn't so sure if I still wanted to play with Marcel. He is very attractive, but that is the only that is stopping me. Why was I even questioning this? I went out with Zayn, who was model material, yet I still messed with him.

I was left alone with my thoughts during the uncomfortably silent drive.

"Looks like we're here," Marcel said as he pulled into a parking space.

"Yeah."

When we both got out and headed inside, I held Marcel's hand to make him nervous. I smiled at him as he tried to smoothly accept my loving gesture.

"It's pretty full," I said, which wasn't a surprise. Olive Garden was always busy.

"Yes, but don't worry. I got a reservation."

I nodded and we walked to the front of the line.

"Um excuse me ma'm," Marcel said to the waitress, "We've got a reservation. For Marcel Styles."

The waitress nodded and looked at her computer.

"Oh. I'm afraid that your reservation was overwritten. We have no more tables, so it's best to sit and wait."

"What?" Marcel said.

"I'm sorry, there is nothing we can do."

Marcel sighed.

"How long is the wait?" He asked.

"About an hour and a half," the waitress replied.

Marcel turned to me.

"You don't wanna wait, right?"

"Yeah, let's just leave," I suggested.

"Alright," He turned back to the waitress, "We're just gonna leave."

"That's fine. Have a good night, and sorry about the inconvienence," The waitress said as we walked out.

We were left outside in the warm spring air.

Marcel sighed.

"Wow," He breathed.

"Yeah."

"So, what do we do now?"

"I don't know," I replied. "Oh! We could go to my house, there's nobody home. I could order a pizza."

We were in Marcel's car now.

"Yeah, we can do that."

I nod.

My plan would be coming closer than I thought.

Before we knew it, we arrived back at my house. I unlocked the door and let us in.

"We can go up to my bedroom, I'll call Pizza Hut," I said as we walked up the stairs.

"Sounds good," Marcel said.

I unlocked my phone and ordered a simple pepperoni pizza.

"The pizza'll be coming in half an hour," I said to inform Marcel.

"Alright," He said, "So what do you wanna do while we wait?"

I smirked.

"I could, teach you a few things."

"What?" Marcel asked.

I gently pushed Marcel on my bed.

"You know," I said, cupping his cheek in my hand.

"I don't."

I groaned. "You're making this difficult. Take off your clothes."

MARCEL'S POINT OF VIEW

"W-what?" I choked out.

Does Cher wanna do what I think she wants me to do?

"Please, just do it," Cher begged with a pout.

My cheeks were hotter than ever as I did what I was told.

"Good," Cher said with a smile.

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"Woah" was all I managed to say afterwards.

"I know," Cher said.

We both got dressed back in our classy attire.

As if it were planned, the doorbell rang.

"Must be the pizza," Cher said as she slipped her dress back on, "I'll get it. But first, can you zip this up?" She turned around to show the back of her dress unzipped.

"Uh, yeah." I did what she told me, then she left the room.

I still couldn't believe that happened. That was definitely how I expected the night to go.

Seconds later, Cher came back up with the pizza.

"Dig in," She said with a smirk.