Pie Charts, Coffee, and a Sexy Assistant (A Marcel and Veronica Fanfic)

Avoidance

Chapter 10

Veronica's POV

Where the hell are you thinking of going? No, Veronica, you can't! We talked about this. You promised you would stop talking to Marcel. Yeah, well, I guess promises are made to be broken, because I can't just not talk to Marcel.These past two days have been hell for me. I like talking to him, I like hearing him stutter when he's nervous, how flustered he gets around me. I really like being around Marcel. He makes my day happy when I know it's going to be shit in a matter of hours. He makes everything more bearable, and you know that. He's something I need to look forward to. Veronica, are you sure this is the right thing to do? No, but it feels right. How do you know- I don't. But what if- Then it is what it is. I'll endure it. Just stop worrying, I'll be fine. I'll be more careful. Promise? I promise.

I quickly sit back down at my desk, instead of my original intention on going over to Marcel's desk. I look up from my desk to see Marcel scribbling on a piece of paper with an annoyed expression etched onto his face. His forehead creased, a frown on his lips, and this sort of hard glare towards the paper. He looks so hot. What I would do to him. Kiss those pink, innocent- Veronica, stop it! I know, I know, I'm sorry. It's just- keep your hormones in check. I let out a huff as my little fantasy comes to an end. Screw my conscience, if I want to talk to Marcel, I'll talk to him. You can talk to him, as long as you are careful, deal? Deal, as long as I am careful.

I push myself up from my chair and smooth out the creases in my pencil skirt. I stride over to Marcel's desk and tap on it. Marcel's head shoots up and his eyes widen in shock.

"Oh, um. H-hey, Veronica. Can I help you with anything?" Marcel asks with a nervous smile.

"Actually, you can." I walk around his desk to stand next to him, I lean up against the desk and place my hands behind me for support. Marcel raises his eyebrows, waiting for me to continue.

"Well, it's just that I have nothing to do tonight, and I was wondering if you would like to go to the movies with me." I play with my necklace in apprehension, a habit I've picked up from my mother.

"M-me?" Marcel stutters.

I roll my eyes, "No, not you. Your little blue eyed, feathered hair friend." I say sarcastically.

"Oh, you mean Louis?" Marcel looks away from me in clear disappoint.

Great, Veronica. You haven't talked to him in two days, and you guys weren't exactly on good terms on that Tuesday, why would you get all sarcastic? I don't know! It's a habit!

I roll my eyes, "Marcel, I was being sarcastic. I want you to go to the movies with me."

Marcel's enchantingly emerald eyes widen and he opens his mouth to speak but I quickly interrupt him. "Please?" I give him my best 'puppy-dog' eyes, in hopes that he won't say no.

I was such a bitch to him the other day, and then leaving him alone at the restaurant? Who does that?

"Look I know I've been a bitch this past week-"

"Veronica, don't call yourself a bitch." Marcel shakes his head.

"I mean I was rude to you on Tuesday and I was too busy to talk to you for the past two days and-"

"Too busy? Or too busy avoiding me?" Marcel asks, a scowl placed upon his face.

"I-I was not avoiding you." I sound offended, I was not avoiding him. Yes you were. Okay fine, I was!

"Oh, okay. So, you just happened to turn and walk the other way whenever I was heading towards you?"

"Well-"

"And you just happened to look down whenever I passed your desk?"

"Um yeah, but-"

"So, are you going to tell me the truth or are you going to stick to your story that you were 'busy'?" Marcel asks, leaning back in his chair, awaiting my answer.

I let out a sigh and push myself off of his desk, so I can face him straight on.

"Alright, I was avoiding you."

Marcel visibly slouches, as if my confession had ejected physical weight upon his shoulders.

"Why?" He whispers.

I had heard him, but for some reason my first instinct was to say: "What?"

"Why have you been avoiding me?" Marcel asks, louder than before.

"I-I uh, I don't know. It's complicated." I stutter and look down, breaking our intense staring match.

"Bullsh-" Marcel starts, but just then his blue eyed friend waltz over to us.

"Hey, Mar. Hey, Veronica." He smiles at us.

I only allow the corners of my lips to pull back a bit, forming a thin smile. How does he even know my name? I don't remember telling him.

"Hi, Louis. Can I help you?" Marcel responds, clearly annoyed.

"Just wondering if everything was alright over here." Louis looks between the both of us.

"Yeah, we're fine, Lou."

"Alright. But you two might want to lower your voices because people are starting to stare."

I instantly whip my head around and see that most of the office is, in fact, staring at us. Now, I'm used to the staring, it never bothered me. My mom used to tell me that it was a form of flattery. People liked what they saw, so, naturally they'd stare. But this was different, this wasn't men staring at me in lust, or women staring at me in envy. No, this was men and women staring at me in judgement. I hated it. They were all eavesdropping on our conversation, and that angered me. When they all realized that I was staring right back at each and every one of them, they all shot their heads down to their desk and busied themselves with made up work.

"Yeah, you're right. We shouldn't be talking about this at work."

I twist my head back to Marcel, and we study each other.

"Agreed." I affirm.

Louis nods, glancing between both of us once more before turning and ambling away. Marcel huffs and I turn back to him.

"We need to talk."

I nod and start to play with my necklace.

"But not here. Do you think you can swing by my apartment, tonight?"

"Yeah." I respond almost instantly. No! What the hell are you doing? You can't do this! We agreed on just talking to him! You can't go to his apartment! Veronica, this isn't going to end well! What if- nothing will happen. I'll be fine.

"Great. I'll text you my address, later."

"Alright." I nod and turn around, striding back over to my desk. As I sit down, I feel everybody's gaze settle down on me. I try my hardest to ignore it and focus on organizing the meeting schedules for next week. I can feel the annoyance bursting through me, I want to scream at every single one of them, to stop staring at me, but I keep my mask as neutral as I possibly can. I start to hear whispered chatter spread throughout the office. And thus, commence the gossip. Today is going to be a long day.