Not What I Expected (A Marcel Fanfic)

Chapter 30

I've been sat looking like a fucking psycho since I came home with Alexa, just thinking. I don't know what that kiss meant, but I'm pretty sure it was some kind of defiance, a mockery. It was a brutal kiss and maybe, just maybe, he just wanted to feel my lips on his, but all I could feel was the bitterness he felt on his own lips.

Bitterness about what? I've been waiting for him with my arms open and with my eyes teary ever since I came back to the U.S., but he keeps pushing me away and playing with my mind and feelings. Whatever that kiss was, I know he's expecting a fight. It was like his way of saying 'this is war'.

I bet I look pathetic, sitting here quietly and over-thinking a kiss, but over-thinking is my greatest talent, might as well use it. I suddenly remember Samantha and her plan of stealing my Marcel, who isn't mine, within three days. I have to get him back before that little bitch lays a hand on him.

Thursday, passes without any significant events, but it happens today too: Marcel kisses me all of a sudden, in a pretty unpleasant manner. He's lucky he is Marcel, though, because if it were anybody else, I'd slap their life out of them (I probably wouldn't but I like feeling tough). Again, there is no sign of affection, no delicacy whatsoever. Only vengeance, bitterness, and a tinge of madness.

It's Friday now, and I feel uneasy walking down the hallways beside Alexa. She's tried to be there for me these last few days, and I appreciate that, but she just can't do more than be there for me. No one understands this thing between Marcel and me, only we do.

We're two people that made mistakes and wrong choices, and that deep down know they need each other. I have my ego, Marcel has his, and this is where the thunders start. I'm the warm cloud, he's the cool one. Ever since that Valentine's Day party, we've been coming closer to each other. I'm becoming fire, he's becoming ice. Total opposites, and yet not so different.

I can feel the air shift as the day passes, I can see Matt becoming quiet and frowning all the time, I can see Alexa and Zayn still in their own world... And I know something is different today.

"Delilah, are you?" Leeroy snaps me out of my meditation.

"Sorry, I wasn't listening. Am I what?"

"Are you coming to my surfing competition?" A tiny smile stretches his lips as he waits for my response.

"When is it again?" I feel like an idiot for not listening to him, but he doesn't seem to mind repeating.

"Tomorrow, at 3 p.m. Venice Beach."

"Uh, yeah, I guess I can. Matt are you going?" he seems lost in thoughts, and I just want to see him smile again.

"To watch, yeah. I'm not surfing though."

"What's up with you?" Lanna asks before I have the chance to.

"Oh, it's nothing... I, uh... There's just this paper I forgot to write and I'm really worried..." he runs his hand over his head, and sighs.

"Matt, you shouldn't let this ruin your day! It's just a paper!" I nudge his shoulder. I used to be like him when I was a Junior, always stressed about homework, when actually all that counts is your SAT score.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." he tries out a smile at me, and turns back to his unfinished food.

After lunch and after the last classes, I take my time to get ready for the week-end. I take the books I need and leave the ones I don't in my locker, organize the mess in it for a bit, and then go to the bathroom. I use the toilet and stare at myself in the mirror for a while, drifting into thoughts about existence and humanity. Yeah, I do that sometimes.